The Purloined Panties - An Erotic Detective Adventure by Carol Gregory Page A

State College Fullerton. It was a cozier
campus when I was there several years ago. We used to hang out in
the student union in the basement of the Science Building. We drank
bad coffee and acted adult.
    I suspected Sissy Harwell was reluctant to
call the Fullerton Police Department. Distrust was high between the
students end the Fullerton Police after the incident that took
place on February 25 when twenty police stormed the campus to break
up protests, wielding batons and arresting students. I knew of
students accosted when leaving class and not even knowing what was
going on. Nerves were raw in the community. Still, if a crime was
committed the police would need to be brought in.
    It was late afternoon. I quit for the day
and headed over to the gym run by my roommate, Sheila Madison. It
was a women’s only gym. It would give me time to think about
panties.
    I took the 57 Freeway and got off on Ball
Road. The gym was near the corner of Euclid and Ball. A half hour
later I was changed and on an exercise bike. When I finished with
the bike I started my weight training. Sheila came over to talk
with me while I lifted. She spotted me. The place was quiet. She
usually closed at seven unless people were still working out. It
would be an early evening.
    I hit the shower while Sheila closed up. I
was still in the shower when Sheila joined me. We soaped each
other. Sheila had been my closest friend in college. We shared an
apartment and had explored each other back then. Both of us were
married and divorced. After a bad breakup she moved into my house
off of Westmont in Anaheim. I lived in the house since my father, a
retired Anaheim cop, passed a year earlier. We enjoyed each other
and were known to share boyfriends.
    I knelt down and sucked Sheila’s wet
nipples. My hand found her red haired pussy. I inserted my fingers
and massaged her. She clung tightly to me for a minute. Then she
pushed me away. “Later,” she said. “Let’s get dressed.”
    We toweled off. After dressing we headed
home. Sheila wanted to go out and I was all for it. We dropped off
her car and headed to the Werner Dinner House. Werner’s was a great
family style restaurant next to Anaheim High School. They had a
limited menu, but everything was good. I had roast pork. Sheila had
chicken and dumplings. We talked about the panty case. Sheila
thought it was somebody’s idea of a joke.
    “What would you think if you went to get
dressed in the morning and all of your panties were missing?” I
asked.
    “It would creep me out,” she answered.
    We each had pie and coffee. I should have
spent another thirty minute on my workout. We headed over to Cero’s
for a drink. Since I was driving I knew Sheila would probably be a
little crazy.
    Sure enough, we had just sat down when a
couple of guys offered to buy us drinks. Sheila was a guy magnet.
She had a great smile, gorgeous red hair, and radiant blue eyes.
Robert and Shane tried to impress us. I should say they were trying
to impress my friend. I couldn’t tell if Sheila was into either one
of them. I was drinking a Canadian Club on the rocks and watching
with amusement. It took only five minutes before Sheila had these
two gentlemen totally captivated by her flirtatious charm. I was
just a table decoration. I know I am attractive. I am nearly 5' 10"
with dishwater blind hair that touched my shoulders. I am well
proportioned and very fit due to my workouts. I was a swimmer when
I was a teenager and have the athletic body to go along with it.
But where Sheila could be coy, I was assertive. Guys were often
intimidated by assertive. That was okay with me. I was attracted to
men who were not insecure.
    Sheila said she needed to visit the lady's
room. That was a cue for us to talk. We headed to the restroom.
    "What should I do?" Sheila started. "Both
Robert and Shane want me, but I can't choose. Robert is tall and
strong, but Shane has the cutest smile."
    "Why don't you screw both of them?" I
suggested.
    Sheila had