The cop blocked George from entering the laundromat while Alex sucked on her partner’s dick. George had rushed there when he got Alex’s late-night call, but it appeared that Alex had already found a solution. Alex glanced over at George and shrugged as he finished off the overweight donut-muncher-in-denial. George, frustrated that he couldn’t put a stop to this, knew he could take either cop in a fair fight, probably both, but they were the ones with the badges and tasers.
“Yeah, I’ll let you off with a warning this time,” the cop grunted as he zipped himself up. “But we don’t take kindly to perverts like you stealing some poor girl’s undergarments. If I catch you again, I won’t go so easy on you.” He ambled past the others, adjusting his belt on the way to their car. His partner rolled her eyes as she turned to leave with him.
George hadn’t left the doorway. “Again? You said you had this under control.”
“I do. I did. I do.”
“You don’t.” George walked away and Alex followed. “And I don’t get it. I don’t get why you have to wear panties and I don’t get why you have to steal them.” He opened his passenger door. “Get in.” Alex stole a kiss and climbed in. “Don’t,” George warned as he looked around for bystanders.
They rode in silence at first, on their way to Alex’s apartment. George sighed, “What happened?”
“It’s not like I was out fishing for panties. I just happened to walk past the laundromat and saw the dryers running with nobody around. I took a quick peek, but then this woman appeared from out of nowhere. She started screaming and damned if those cops weren’t right there. The fat one accused me of being a rapist. When I told him I wasn’t interested in women, he called me, um, some names and told the woman to collect her clothes and get out. I managed to call you before she left and the cop explained how I could avoid spending the night in jail.”
“It was only a matter of time.” George parked and Alex tried to give him a quick peck for the rescue. George shook his head, “No, I’m coming in with you.” He let himself in and stomped through to his bedroom. He found a drawer of purloined panties before Alex could catch up.
“Shit. Under control, huh? It’s bad enough you have so many, but, my god, did you buy any of them?”
Alex looked away.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He slammed the drawer and sat on the edge of the bed.
Alex sat next to him and rubbed his thigh. “I know, I said I’d give it up, but I can’t. I don’t want to, I don’t want to be a panty thief, I don’t want to wear them, but I have to. I can’t stop any of it.”
“Any of what?” George got up, opened the next drawer down, and grabbed a handful of bras.
“Shit.” Alex hung his head as George rummaged through his closet and found Alex’s dresses in the back.
“I don’t know you.”
Alex grabbed his arm to keep him from leaving. “Wait. Wait! Let’s talk.”
“About what? About how you get all dolled up trolling for boyfriends?”
“No! I don’t do that. I don’t ever go out. Hey, there’s nobody but you.” He tugged on George’s arm and they sat together again. “I should have told you, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to risk us.”
“Now what?”
Alex’s voice trembled. “How about you meet Allie?”
“Allie?”
“She has a name.” There was no answer. “Please?”
George looked into Alex’s pleading eyes and agreed.
Alex threw his arms around George’s neck and they kissed long and hard. Alex broke it to smile at him. He kissed him again while rubbing on his crotch.
George stood up to leave. “Not now. Call me and I guess I’ll meet Allie.”
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George knocked instead of letting himself in, thinking that he’d never be ready for this. He braced himself as the door opened.
Allie stood in front of him in a simple black, floral wrapped dress that reached an inch below her knees, and wearing a shoulder-length brown wig. With her two-inch sandals, she was the same height as George. She gave him a peck on his cheek and welcomed him in, handing him a scotch. She smoothed her dress as she sat.