It was like he was losing his importance in the universe.“Yes, I guess you can. You’re the first person he’s ever trusted besides me.”“So ta...e me to him.”The backdoor opened. Cathy and Sandra turned to see who was entering the office through the backdoor. Tim said, “Hello, Benny.”“Hi, Tim. Hi, Cathy. Hi, Sandra.”Benny was standing there with a stack of papers in his hands. He was scruffy, not having shaved for an entire week. Although it wasn’t that noticeable from a distance, there was an. I didn't get what made them so special to the panty lovers. I started with my grandmothers panties who didn't wear vanity fair and then later on I moved onto my mother's panties. My Mother wears only serenada nylon panties and my grandmother had more of the common brands. I think they were jockey, fruit of the loom and others I can't remember, faded tags are a bitch. Anyway continuing on, recently I decided to buy a of white vanity fair panties. they're the kind with the lace on the sides. Now. “And your knickers? I asked“Well the Santa’s were having a hard time with my knickers," she breathed into my ear. "So I thought I'd make it a little easier for them all!"Somehow, I resisted the urge to ask her what she meant by that."At that moment the song ended and we walked back towards the entrance of the conservatory where Roger was standing waiting with a drink for Kate, she took the glass of fruit punch and drank it straight down. Kate then turned and asked me “Honey I’m so hot can you. It was Pawel who hired me to find Wanda. Why would Pawel be buddies with the mustached man if he was the one who had abducted Wanda? Was this a conspiracy that wasn't going to work out for me?From what I could tell, the party was far from over, yet this was my chance to have a one on one with the suspect. Peering into the window for the next couple of hours wasn't the best way to spend an evening. Crashing the party wasn't a viable alternative. A beer and a girl seemed like a better.