Sitting in his mother’s hamper, Jon would sniff and play with all the panties that surouned him. Sometimes they would be essentially clean and smell...d of laundry, but other times they were utterly filthy. A damp mass of white crusty edges, wet yellow patches, and heavy brown streaks.Jon used to grab a pair or two and stick them in his pockets, he’d hold on to these under his mattress and sniff and sometimes lick them when he’d be alone masturbating.As Jon grew, his dirty thoughts never really. They were covered in dried blood. On each of my palms were the perfect crescent cuts from my fingernails. I guessed I should get them trimmed.As Simon came into the room I became suddenly aware that the sheets I on which I lay were soaked, and where I had started feeling warm, I was now feeling chilled.Simon looked quickly at my hands and the damp sheets and was instantly concerned.“Dag, are you okay?” he asked. At last I managed to pry my lips apart to answer.“Pills,” I croaked, waving feebly. Yeah, I loved it ... But..." I shook my head. "It's that dress, isn't it?" I felt like something important had suddenly become clear.My husband nodded, tilting his head as we walked so that his mouth was close to my ear. "I've been wanting you ever since I saw you wearing it," he gave me a small hug with his arm around my waist. "I kept seeing you in it and I couldn't wait."I felt his sperm still inside me and the wetness cooling on my thighs as we walked. I lifted my face and looked around. I can’t categorically claim a twenty percent improvement, but there was a marked difference in everyone here.“One of the staff had the foresight to hand out a clinic survey. We achieved our highest satisfaction results to date. In fact, several patients asked if they could schedule their next appointment for whenever you plan to return.”“So I take it you’re convinced?”“I wouldn’t say convinced as much as intrigued. I have no clue what you did, but I doubt it had anything to do with your clumsy.