”“Nope.”“So, I’m guessing this wasn’t your first time.”“Third. But this one was by far the worst.”“Yeah, I dunno what I was expect...ng. Some wind, sure, but not…” I gestured at the eight foot tree limb that had fallen on the roof of our neighbor’s porch, “...certainly not this.”“We should walk around. You want to explore? Like, walk around and look at all the damage? You’ll definitely be feeling lucky, then.”“Can we? I mean, are we allowed?”“Who’s around to stop us? It’s like we’re the last two. ”“What if I don’t lose all the weight?”I grinned at her. “Depends on what stays bigger!” I waggled my eyebrows at her.“Men! You can forget about that! That’s never going to happen again! Ever!” she protested.I smiled at her in the mirror and rubbed against her rump. I knew it was going to be a couple of months before anything could happen anyway. “We’ll see. I think you’ll want another Carl Buckman Experience before too long!”“NEVER!”I laughed and pushed her towards the closet. “Now, get. "Oh surely rules are sometimes meant to be broken or at least bent!" he insisted."Are you telling me that if I refuse you may accidentally let slip about the club the other Friday!" she enquired."Absolutely not; I told you your secret was safe with me and it will no matter what you decide in regard to this meal; I actually thought that knowing your sort of private likes I could offer you something you would most likely love. That's all!" he responded.Now intrigued; Helen thought for a moment. He was wearing a black nylon panties that if seen casually, say at a urinal, would just look like black underwear. I could tell the difference instantly. As a guy who has been wearing panties for ages it was easy to spot. The material for one, the narrow waist band elastic, ect.. I decided to make a move to see what his reaction would be. "Those look like sexy little panties you have there why are you hiding them?" Dave had a shocked and busted look on his face. He no longer struggled.