Though she always had several other pairs with her, she never changed panties before leaving as she loved the thought of having to wear those cum soak...d panties home. Once she arrived at her house she went in to the spare bedroom, undressed, then went and showered and put on one of her baby-dolls and went to bed.At just before sunrise, she was awakened by a very loud noise in her kitchen. She had just started to get out of bed and investigate the noise when her bedroom door flew open. In walked. "Oh, Christine, please come back to me."He bowed his head and his eyes squeezed shut to banish the tears from his eyes."I am afraid, so very afraid..." The sound of his voice trailed away and the silence in the room only broken by the occasional hiss of Christine's breathing.The woman rested her weary body in the embrace of the well-worn comfort of her beloved armchair. She stared into the depths of the flames that burned brightly in the fireplace before her. Her mind jumped from worrying over. She promised it so. At the time, I was in school getting my degree. I had no ride home from college that day. I called her. She agreed to come pick me up. She had no makeup on and still looked fantastic. He hair was blonde now. Pulled back in a ponytail through her leather hat. She was wearing a low cut t-shirt, tight jeans, and grey wedges. I looked at her, "you promised, are you going to keep it?" She smiled, "Yes!" So, we stopped to get a room. We went upstairs, and all could think to myself. The letter ended with a brief but firm postscript that the museum in question wanted to avoid any notoriety that might come with the publication of this journal. Furthermore, with their delivery of the package to its rightful owner, the firm's obligation to any involved party was now ended.The letter raised far more questions than it answered. Who wrote the diary and when? Who donated it to the museum and how were they related to me? What museum would not want an original document from probably.