Initially my boxer shorts would getaccidentally burnt when Caroline was ironing or just happen to beunderneath the wrapping paper she was cutting but ...fter a few weeks ofbuying replacement boxer shorts at the same time as Caroline bought meknickers I was starting to get used to wearing knickers and I foundwearing knickers gave me a sense of relief. I was more relaxed wearingknickers than boxer shorts. Knickers felt more natural to wear as ifthey were the normal underwear for me to wear so I. I could hardly stand it. I decided to hold back a little in case he was just kidding around. In an attempt to call his bluff I laughed, "Yea, right Ryan, don't get my hopes up like that".He looked me right in the eyes again and said..."Well, lets go out there and see".My pulse was really racing now and I was almost overwhelmed with anticipation over what might be starting. I had to see where this was going so I replied, "Okay, let's go."I remember very vividly when he opened up the sliding. "I shook my head and said that it was okay, it just kind of took me by surprise."Good," was all she said as the cab pulled up in front of a very well appointed apartment building. We went inside and up an elevator to an open floor loft. It must have been 2,500 square feet with very little furniture.We went through the preliminaries of asked if I wanted a drink and me asking about the etchings. Both of us knowing that was not why we were there.We went back to sucking face, pulling her t-shirt. "Herr Mozart is expecting you." Mozart?" Wolfgang breathed. "This just gets better and better."There were other men providing security around the house and grounds, Wolfgang noted. He saw at least two more men armed with MP7 submachine guns and doubtlessly there were others, concealed from plain sight. Whoever this Mozart was, he certainly seemed to be a cautious man, and a wealthy one, judging from the house.Wolfgang was certainly no expert, but the mansion must have been at least three.