When the couple finally stood face to face, Michael noticed his wife of three years staring back, her left arm pointing straight at him with a purple ...ra dangling off her index finger."Well, um, it looks like a bra," Michael answered."Ya think? Gee Michael, I never would have guessed if it hadn't been for you. What I really want to know is who it belongs to and what it was doing underneath your pillow." What are you suggesting, Meredith?" Michael learned early in his relationships with women. I walked into our bedroom and looked on thebed. I was relieved to see that there were a pair of black shorts andone of my short sleeve sports shirts; a lavender one. I guess that mustbe the color of the day, I thought. And there was that lavender andblack bra; the first one I had tried on at Adrienne's shop; the one withthe cute little black bow in front. There were also matching panties. As I stood and looked at them I suddenly heard my wife's voice frombehind me "Is that outfit okay?". Borders. You know who I am, I am sure. You have had a private detective agency following me for sometime, now. Call me Ben," I replied and held out my hand to shake hers.She hesitantly put her hand forward and I shook it firmly and let go."Please sit, Ma'am. The question is, what can I do for you? You have had a firm following me for some time. While I have nothing to hide, I do find it a bit annoying," I told her as we seated ourselves."I must say, this is somewhat surprising," she told me in. ’ ‘Yeah. Oh, I can’t wait to see him again. Maybe we can hang out today and exchange each other’s drawings. Meep! What’s that?’ John slowly stirred up and scratched his head. He groaned deeply and opened his deep green eyes. ‘Wow, what a crazy dream. What do I smell that’s so delicious?’ Ding ‘Buns are done!’ Rosa cried. Tony stepped out of the way as the girl opened the small white oven door. Hannah handed Rosa an oven mitt and kissed Rosa while she took out the cinnamon buns out of the.