I was in the kitchen alone now trying to clean the last dregs from the lasagna pans before throwing them into the dishwasher. It was quiet in the ...ouse. My husband had an early surgery to perform in the morning and had gone to bed an hour ago. I was nursing a nice Pinot Noir now, having switched from the rum punch that had been a tasty change from my typical KetelOne on the rocks. I needed nothing more to drink but hell, it was the holiday season and I had months before I needed to. *-*At five minutes after ten, I asked the guard at the front desk for Mr.Johnson. While I signed for my visitor's pass, the guard paged him. Isettled down to wait, sipping a cup of the fresh coffee."Hello, I'm Mr. Johnson! Glad you could make it!" He was a non-descriptfellow with thinning brown hair in a comb-over. I put down my Styrofoamcup and stood up to shake his hand. He looked me over, and then said,"Let's get down to business, shall we?"*-*After a long conversation, Mr. Johnson asked, "I. But how?No easy answer came to Veronica. She silently closed the drawer on her desk, then went home.As she drove up her driveway and killed the engine, she saw the single light on in their bedroom. It was almost ten o'clock. And she hadn't called. What would Stan think? What would he say? She didn't know if she could face him or not.Veronica quickly went in the back door and kicked off her shoes to pad on silent, stockinged feet to her bedroom. She opened the door and peered into the gloom.Stan. There was also a cute pair of black bikini panties so tiny they looked almost unreal. I held them to my nose and breathed in the tantalizing aroma of young pussy. I so wished there was a way to bottle the scent to use whenever I wanted. Looking through one dresser drawer I saw the usual assortment of shorts, jeans, and tee-shirts while in another drawer were piles of panties and bras. A third drawer was filled with socks in various lengths and colors, along with what looked to be some.