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Linda's discovery

... week. But what did I know? Maybe four to five times a week was the norm and I was just now catching on. When he left for school the following Saturday I felt a new level of closeness to him even though he wouldn't know why. I also felt a renewed level of loneliness as it was just me in the house by myself again. I looked forward to his promise that he would come home in a couple of weeks to get some more of his things that he didn't have room to pack in this trip. The Wednesday before he was supposed to come home, I got a call from Mark telling me he wasn't going to be able to make it. He had pledged a fraternity and there was a party that Saturday night that he had to attend. I was crestfallen but tried not to let him hear it in my voice. While we were talking on the phone I offered to bring his things to him on Saturday. It was only a few hours by car and I didn't have anything planned I told him. He seemed to perk up and said that would be great. He told me what he needed (mostly clothes, a nightstand, and a few of his DVD's) and we agreed that I would be there by lunch, drop the stuff off, get to spend a little time together, and then I would go back so he could enjoy his party. We both hung up excited about seeing each other. The next day I decided to work from home. About 9:30 I got a call from Anne. "Are you okay?" she asked. "I still see your car in the driveway." "Oh. Yes." I told her. "I just decided to work out of the house today. I am going to see Mark this ...

... Saturday and bring him some things he left behind so I am going to do some laundry and house stuff today in between calls." "Going to see Mark, huh?" she said with a wry smile in her voice. "Missing your baby, Linda?" she laughed. I laughed too. "Well, yes, I do miss seeing him. But it's not like that. It's just a down and back trip for the day." "Did he ask you to pack a pair of your panties in with his stuff that he wants you to bring?" she kidded. I laughed too. "No. He didn't mention that. But I'm sure he wouldn't mind. As far as I can tell all of my lingerie is still here so he is either going through withdrawal or has a new source of panties that he taps into when he is at school." "You know what you should do," Anne said, suddenly with an excited, naughty tone in her voice, "you should 'accidently' include a pair of your panties in with his stuff." "Oh no," I said, suddenly feeling flushed. "I couldn't do that. That would be too over the top." "How would he know it wasn't an accident?" she asked. "It's perfect. You have deniability and your own little secret that you know what he's going to do with them. Besides, you know he will love it, 'accident' or not." "I don't think so," I said. "That seems to be crossing some line. Anyway, I have a lot to do," I offered, trying to change the subject. "I need to run." After we hung up I couldn't get Anne's idea out of my head. The next morning I knew I was going to do it. Hell, I probably knew it as soon as she said it – but couldn't ...