I’d told her she could go back to wearing regular underwear if she wanted to but she’d decided she liked them—liked the combination of innocence...and sexual submission. She’d bought more on her own, and often would email me pictures of others she’d found on the internet or scanned from catalogues, asking for my approval before buying them, accompanied by little notes like, “Would you like to see these when you make me take off my clothes for you?” or, “How do you think these would look in my. Just to make sure." You mean tonight?" he asked incredulously."No, now." But it's light." Are you embarrassed?" No, it's just that ... I mean I will be able to see you..."I couldn't help but chuckle. My grown son reminded me of the child from his past."Just give me a few minutes to get ready. Then come to my room. Okay?"Dumbfounded, Jeff nodded. I wiggled out of his grasp and hurried to my bedroom.A short while later I heard the tentative knock on the door. I told him to come in and the door. There was more talk concerning the explosive interchange when Carl Jenkins and two members of the Stethbridge board of directors demanded Sheila's resignation. This interchange had been recorded too.Beside her was Margaretta. She was the one carrying the briefcase and the money it contained.An hour and a half later the two got into Sheila's car and drove east to get on the 404 to head north to make the delivery.I started the CD player and tied to relax. The damned lawyers were almost as bad as. "You have to pick," Lola said as she jumped up. "Both is not an option. But there's a catch." A huge catch!" Vicky screamed. She climbed on the bar and threw herself over it, blindly trusting me to catch her as she fell. "Your decision will be final. There will be no turning back - ever. Choose wisely, for you will never get to change your mind."I was perplexed by the sudden change of pass of the conversation. Were they saying what I thought they were?"Never ever," Lola grinned. She stooped,.