I was trying to get my keys out and in the door, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw Anon bend over and pick up some mangy looking piece of cloth up off the stoop. It was soggy, and there were leaves on it.

“Ew! Put that down! What is that?”

“Uh, its underwear.”

“Put that back down, is that yours?”

“Yah”

“Ew ew ew, no its not! Put it down! If that’s yours, how did it get out here?”

“It is too mine!”

“Then how did it get there?”

“Well…remember before, when I took all that time in the bathroom at Lowe’s?”

“Yeah…oh! Holy shit.”

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Earlier that day

Anon had picked me up from the bus station, and started to head over to the Lowe’s hardware store. It was the weekend before Thanksgiving, and I had plans to chain him to the radiator for a few days, as you do.

While we were driving, we got to talking about underwear. I don’t remember how it came up or why, but I said to Anon, “You know, I bet I know you so well I can tell you what you’re wearing – either girls panties, or nothing.”

“Yup, you got it. You’re right!”

“Well, which is it?

He just smiled and said “You’ll see later”

I liked the sound of that, so I let it drop.

When we got to Lowe’s, we both stopped to go to the bathroom. I pee like a man; I’m in and out and ready to go in about five minutes.  Anon, however, has the bladder and bathroom habits of a pregnant woman. He’s always got to pee, and he always takes forever.

I was grumbling to myself standing out side the men’s room, drinking my milkshake and waiting for him. I debated grabbing the next man heading into the bathroom and telling him to get my boy, but once I started looking for one, Anon finally came out. I grumbled about his womanish bladder, and we went off in search of chain.

We found it, had it cut, and poked around a bit more to see if I could find any other things I could do things to him sexually with, but the store was closing and we didn’t have much time. We went home, dropped the chain off, and went back out.

Now, at some point, Anon had taken his coat off, since it was warm. I carried it in, since he was getting all my luggage and the chain. (I don’t travel light.) We got inside, rested, cuddled, and then went out to visit friends.

Earlier in the day, I had been suffering from terrible vertigo. There must have been some residual ickyness left over, because on the way out, I didn’t notice anything but the start of rain.

Hours later, and slighty fuzzy brained from some herbal delight, and we’ve looped around to the start of this post.

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I was trying to get my keys out and in the door, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw Anon bend over and pick up some mangy looking piece of cloth up off the stoop. It was soggy, and there were leaves on it.

“Ew! Put that down! What is that?”

“Uh, its underwear.”

“That’s gross! Is that yours?”

“Yah”

“Ew ew ew, no its not! Put it down! If that’s yours, how did it get out here?”

“Well…remember before, when I took all that time in the bathroom at Lowes?”

“…oh! You took it off in the bathroom? That’s why you took so long?”

“Yeah. Remember when you said you figured I was either wearing girls panties, or nothing? Well, I wanted you to be right, so I went and took them off, and stuffed them in the sleeve of my coat.”

“Ahhh, they must have fallen out when I was carrying your coat in before. But ew, they have been sitting there all day in the rain.”

“….I’ll wash them.”