Raven was having similar thoughts while driving home from work that evening. She was rather shocked at herself about her desire to watch a guy be humi...iated by having to clean up after Andrew. She wasn’t sure of where those feelings were coming from.She arrived home a few minutes after Andrew. She wondered when it had become home rather than place to hide from her ex. It was strange that the other women in the house were just as much a part of making it a home as having Andrew there. She was. I unlocked the door, stepped inside and found myself in a large airy room full of washing lines strung along its entire length upon which hung all sorts, sizes, shapes and colours of clothes. I scanned around to see if there was anything of particular interest and soon located a line of women’s panties, bras and slips. As I stood looking at the intricate designs of the lingerie, fantasies about the possible owners began running through my head. Could the sexy panties I was eyeing up. He was remembering just where I stood throughout his ordeal."Well, that's probably a load of horseshit, but Wendy believes you, and I've always found you to be forthright. You know if I catch a whiff of falsehood, later on, I'll ask the school to expel you." Mr. Palnasus reached for a tin on the coffee table. "Butter cookie?"We both accepted. Wendy appeared in the archway to the kitchen, nearly as upset as her father."Dad, mother's being impossible. Oh, hi Rod!" She suddenly beamed at my. Then, she took a deep breath and relaxed her shoulders, "I'm worried, but I might as well enjoy the vacation. Not a damn thing I can do about it down here."After an hour or so on the nearly empty road, we intersected the main free route from Mérida to Cancun, where the truck traffic picked up considerably. So much for the pleasant ride. We reached the picturesque town of Valladolid after a half-hour and decided to have lunch on the square. When I parked on the street by the square, she.