Chapter 332

After he covered her, and kissed her good night, he went into their walk-in closet, picked up a pair of her nursing shoes, tennis socks, and a yellow nurses' uniform, and put them on the chair in the master bathroom. For his final act of chivalry, he went into her dresser to get her a pair of panties and a bra. Holding it in his hand Harold admired what the bra had to do during its lifetime. It had strength, form, and function. It had to because it held the weight of a pair of "TITS" every day of its useful life. It was a job that every heterosexual man, regardless of race, color, creed, or national origin, envied.

Putting the bra aside, Harold picked up a pair of her panties. This gauze like material concealed the "Sanctum of Sanctums," the Holy Grail of the male world. As all-male perverts, like myself will do, he held the tiny pouch to his nose, and breathe in her scent. If one amoeba can tell the difference from another amoeba; one male can tell th