The one downside to that day was that I was coming down with a nasty head cold, sinus infection, bronchitis – sort of thing, and knew it was not goi...g to be fun. Other than the throat, nose, and head thing that Rebecca prescibed something that sounded like a "Z" pack, I felt on top of the world.That should have tipped me off, but it didn't.My morning briefings were perfunctory, with little to worry about. The middle-east would never be calm, but it was ... manageable ... for a change.. I wore tops that were lower cut or shorts that hugged my ass. I noticed there were times that I would catch him staring at me when he thought I did not notice. One night after I showered I noticed that the panties I had worn that day were gone. I pretended to go to bed and waited. Soon the house was quiet and I walked down the hall to my son’s room. I listened and heard a slight moan. I carefully turned the knob of the door and peeked into the room. He had my panties held to his nose while his. .. Hey..." He shrugged."Um. How far has it gone?" No farther than some, well, inappropriate touching. And I was invited, honest!" Pete eyed his boss' supervisor earnestly. He REALLY didn't want to lose this job... "Now that I know how young she is..."Sharon had gone there with the intent of upbraiding Pete -- but when you add Bianca's admission that she had been frankly chasing him to the transparent attempts at entrapment that Pete described... "Pete, what is Bianca to you?" Huh? Well, she's. "As I turned to see her over my shoulder, she quickly grabbed my hand and shoved her panties in my palm. She closed my fist and ever so quickly and innocently, returned to her seat at the card game. In the meantime, I was now holding my wife's g-string in my fist, making sure to keep it out of view of the other guests. I quickly got up and found the bathroom. I locked the door and pulled out my wife's panties. The fabric -- nylon and lycra -- was so smooth. The colors -- blue background with.