There lying on the top of the rest of the stuff was his daughter's silk, pink panties. ("I guarantee you that none of you would laugh if you ever got ... whiff of your own daughter's pussy," Lynch had declared.)Al had the panties in his hand outside of the hamper. 'God -- this is crazy!' he thought. Yet he refused to stop himself from doing what he was doing. He finally brought up his other hand and then held the silky material in both hands. Looking down, he turned the insides of the panties. ‘Oh God, they didn’t get it stopped!’ I thought to myself.I flipped the burka up to find the battery so I could disconnect it. There was a jumble of wires with six inch long 1½ capped steel pipes on a belt completely around her midsection with wires going into them.I saw no capacitors - just a relay connected to the cell phone and trigger. It was wired direct with no dead-man trip. Diya was going to trigger the devices if the two chickened out.It was an amateurish design. The pros added. The next afternoon after returning from their hairdressers, Sandy and Jan got their props together (silk scarves, perfumes, dainty handkerchiefs, ear plugs, and shower caps) and refined their plans. "I'm as nervous as the time I went on my first date," said Sandy."It's going to be interesting," said Jan, "I hope we don't blow things." Sandy arched an eyebrow. "Poor word choice. I hope we don't screw it up." Sandy giggled. "Oh, shit, you know what I mean. I guess I'm shaky too, and can't think. I could recognize the fire in his look.Suddenly it brought up the memories of my brother. I could feel the burning of his eyes on my skin. ‘Bhaiya (brother)’ I murmured to me.‘Did you say something?’ Sardar asked.‘Nothing, let’s go.’‘But the third dip remains.’I looked into his eyes. They were boring into me. ‘O.K. then, let me complete it. Hold me.’ I told him and tied the pallu (border of the sari that covers the breasts) around my waist, baring my boobs. And from behind he put his hands.