Shortly after 10PM Rollie and Jessica left Rigazzi's Italian Restaurant for home. They made it a point to visit Rigazzi's at least once a week. The ow...er, Tony Rigazzi, was a close friend and he expected them to join him for dinner. He had sat at their table for most of the evening, talking and spending time with two of his favorite people. Jessica was a Clinical Psychiatrist at Washington University and she had early rounds at the University Medical Center the next morning.Rollie was stopped. That bag containing a piece of fabric that was Danielle’s. Man I felt pathetic. It’s just a piece of underwear for girls to wear. Come on get over it. I closed my eyes but of course couldn’t sleep. I turned and turned for about 15 minutes. Urgh… ok. I’ll just get it out one more time, take a smell and tomorrow I will get rid of it. I took the bag and pulled out that bright pink thong. It looks so good. Smells so good. I enjoyed just looking at it.I wonder. What if? Could guys put them on too?. Mmmm! she purred, my knight in shining armor anytime, my lady. I half bowed and we both chuckled on the way, we stopped at this quaint little place on the side of the street.Even though we were both still sweaty and had just finished a couple of tough workouts, and even got a weird stare from the waiter and the last couple of guests for our sweat-drenched clothes, we sat down and talked like there was no one else in the world to bother us. We talked about politics, sports, my job her job,. She had her hair pulled back so that both her long ears are clearly shown, and her green eyes sparkle. “I’m home,” he says. “Tonight let’s ... whoa...” he pauses, in shocked, to look her over. “What are you wearing?”The girl has her back to him, working at the kitchen counter. “I’m making you a drink, Daddy. One ice cube or two?” She turns to face the man. Wearing only a red thong with the lacey triangle barely covering her cunt, she has a strapless bra to match and her garter supporting a pair.