At 7 o'clock sharp, I was ringing the bell at Molly's place. She answered at once (the girl was nothing if not reliable) and stepped outside with me, ...losing the door behind her."What's the matter?" I asked. "Is Sarah on the warpath?" Do you mean, is Sarah still mad at you? No, I don't think so. I think she's mad at me -- for giving you the time of day. C'mon, let's make tracks," she said. "Are we taking your car?"I led her to the passenger seat of my car and opened the door for her. "Did you. You know I'd follow you in any deal, anywhere. The golden touch. You've already made me a wealthy man. All of us."I didn't like to talk about money. "True friends. I'd give you all of it. Just ask." Ditto, buddy. You like her, don't you?" More than I should. More than I'm comfortable with." She's the real deal. Family has money. Her gigs take less than twenty hours a week. A bit of a shut-in. Shy and aloof. No debt. No crimes. No stalkers. No marriages. Great credit. Nice bank account."I was. The police officer just stood there with his arms folded until thecopilot - the last man on board - stepped off the plane. Then he moseyedover to stand in front of us, an officious expression on his face."Good aftern-" I began, but he cut me off with, "Don't you know it'sillegal to bring explosives into Ovid?" Explosives?" I repeated, confused. "What the hell are you talkingabout?"Without a word, he walked over to the plane, opening a baggage hatch(although how he managed it without the proper. "I thought you might like to wear some of my things!" She said knowingly, then she added. "In fact I know that you would like to wear them!" She stared at me while she continued to hold her panties out for me to take. Inside I was almost out of control at the prospect of her dressing me up in her feminine garments, but I tried not to let it show. "I don't understand." I said as I took her panties into my hand. She planted her hands on her hips, then narrowed her brow. .