I search the room for some clothes, I find a pair of Nike short shorts and a t-shirt. I again lean into Megan's ear, "I'm going to dress you now, and ...our going to cooperate or you will end up splattered all over your parents nice walls." She nods hurriedly again, trying to wail against the rag in her mouth but the muffled sounds only fall on deaf ears. I first sit her up, slip the t-shirt over her head, it looks funny with her arms tied behind her, but it'll do well enough for what we need.. After that visit to my grandparents, my mind was still filled with the vision of my maternal grandfather stealthily sneaking into the guestroom to sniff and masturbate with my mother's panties. Were panties really that much of a turn on?For a week after that visit, I would try all ways and means to sneak peeps at panties. In college, I would drop my pen under the table to try to sneak glances at the panties my classmates were wearing. I would get many peeks at panties of various colors and. I remember you going over to sit on the wooden bench. Your dark curly hair seemed still wet from your shower. Although the light summer dress was probably non-descript and inconsequential, it looked good on you. It was white with little blue spots. It looked great.I remember how numb I was with shock when you said you were going to leave the convention early. You said you were going to go home and divorce your husband. You tried to convince me I had nothing to do with it. I have wondered for. , I think Miss Palermo is coming." The sound of her heelsclicking in the hallway got closer and closer. She entered the roomwith a pissed off look on her face."Well girls, I just came from the wine cellar and I am missing somebottles from the racks." She stood there with her arms folded acrossher chest tapping her her high heel clad foot. "I'm waiting girls,someone or all three of you are in a lot of trouble." We all sat therewith our legs crossed hoping the ground would swallow us up..