A pair of pink panties. Lightly stained at the crotch. He brought them to his nose and inhaled her. Musky. She'd lubricated in these panties. Had she ...asturbated while she was wearing them? Did some boy have his hand inside these panties? Her sex smell was like catnip to his cock. He put them to his mouth and licked at the crotch, then dropped them back into the hamper. He rubbed the bulge in his pants.He went to her dresser and opened what he knew was her underwear drawer. His daughter's. “What’s up?”“We figured out what Dante’s up to with regard to M&M. My friend Katya, the former KGB officer, found the wayward engineer has quit to go to work for an Atlanta firm which was recently purchased by an LLC. That has to be Dante.”“Sure. That’s how I would do it. They’ll have a hell of a time proving any involvement from Dante unless Dante is foolish enough to be visibly involved. IS he foolish enough to do that?”“He has an ego which Navy pilots and trauma surgeons can only dream. “Here, let me help you then,” she went on to say as she smiled. She reached out and took his hands and she placed them on her breasts. She knew that he was definitely nervous. His hands were shaking as she brought them to her boobs. She kept on smiling as she watched him and his hands and as she laid them on her breasts. Regardless, it did feel good to have them there. It did feel nice that he had his hands on her breasts like he did. Only she began to wish fir other stuff. She wished that his. It's not easy being a pacifist, especially when I'm also an Immortal.Work was relatively plentiful; the local universities were in sessionand all the students had either found their semester jobs or weren'tworrying about money. But finding a place that fit my own, morestringent requirements, was a little harder.For the next five days, I set out job-hunting. Naturally, I tried tofind a place near a church or a mosque... I was in no mood to bebigoted. I would settle for a synagogue or Wiccan.