"Can you guess whose panties are in this bag," she giggled. "Is it Peggy's panties?" Randy asked, as amazement and disbelief registering in his voice...."Yes," Jennie giggled, "Peggy and me exchanged panties this morning in the women's Restroom. These are hers, with her pussy juice and wee wee; and, probably right about now, Peggy and Edwin are opening 'my little present to them," which is a pair of my 'soiled panties. "Then mischievously Jennie grinned to herself in the dark, and asked, "Have. One of the girls, who had a car, followed us there.So there I was, all done up, and wearing a dress stuck in casualty. Itwas quite a time before I got taken into the cubicle to be seen, and avery kind nurse helped me out of my female clothes, and into my own,except my shoes which weren't with them. I got seen, carted off to Xray, and eventually my leg was plastered up to my knee. I was given aset of crutches, and shown how to walk with them. I had to wear one ofthe women's' glittery sandals. Fran, the only person with any moral standing at that moment, squatted down before me and took my hand, rubbing it gently. ‘James, darling, I know it will be hard for you but you can’t let them down,’ she coaxed. I groaned incoherently. ‘James,’ she said, a sudden note of insistence in her voice, ‘look at me.’ Reluctantly I complied. ‘I’ve been there,’ she said. ‘Take my word for it. I was going crazy for you for only a few days, they’ve been suffering for nearly a fortnight. I can’t begin to. " He paused. "Again. I am curious, how in God's name did you get away?" Jack always taught me to keep two spare handcuff keys at all times. Your boys aren't all that interested in thoroughly frisking an old lady. Shame, they might have found these while they were at it." Grannie held up a fistful of thin, red shotgun shell.Mitch's jaw dropped. His hand instinctively went for the 1911. The weapon barely cleared the holster before the buckshot from the .410 slammed into his chest. Mitch was.