B R U C E
“I have panties with me?”
She says it like a question, and I don’t know what that means.
“With you?”
I see her reach into her purse and pull out the white cotton material.
My hands shake as I watch her because I long to reach out for her. I can’t touch her; she’s my stepdaughter, and she’s still a teenager.
This isn’t right. I try to breathe, but I’m so focused on that white cotton I can’t think.
She looks so innocent as she looks up through her lashes, and holds the panties out for me to take.
“I thought, since you liked the way they looked on me this morning, you might want to keep them with you.”
“Why would you say that?”
That's all I can manage to say. My mouth has gone dry, and my heart is beating out of my chest.
“I saw your, um, p***s when you looked at me
