.um, if Daniel asks...about you know,how do I say this...Daniel may ask about...Karen and its okay...I'msorry, this sounds stupid, I can't even string...a sentence together...ifhe asks, can you discuss it with him or whatever." Okay I've got the gist of it." Thank you." Are you okay, do you want to discuss it?" No, I'm really cool with it, but I know Daniel will have questions." No worries. Good night." Good night."Walking back to the house, I went into the study. "You've been pinged,my boy.". "Yeah," I replied. I was glad my morning woody was gone because the thought of going to the kitchen with only my 'tighty whiteys' was quite frightening.I tried to make it to my seat at the table before my Aunt turned around, but I was too late."Oh honey, you don't wear boxers?" she asked, smiling as she wiped her hands on her apron."Umm no, I don't really like them," I replied while my hands desperately trying to cover my manhood."I'm sorry, Honey, I didn't know those were all your jeans. I. The arrival of said package had been a surprise (in more ways than one!) as she had apparently placed the order some time ago when she wasn't exactly sober. Drunk, alone, and horny. she thought, which in a way summed up how a lot of her weeknights were spent. Her boyfriend's work schedule kept them apart enough that they mostly just saw each other on weekends. With her libido at an all-time high following the three-way she unexpectedly had with her current boyfriend and her ex, Eric, the. I missed my family, but he constantly reminded me of the fact they wouldn't have tried this hard to keep me. He said there'd been no coverage in the press either.Then he even started to let me wear a nightie and plain knickers around the room when he wasn't there-and at rare times when he was. Sometimes he let me upstairs to his sitting room, bathroom and kitchen but always at night and he said he didn't trust me and never would trust me to not run away. He'd taken me to the back garden only.