Decision time

I almost stumbled as I came in the door over three pairs of shoes: black loafers, plain, brown loafers, tasseled, glossy black Mary-Janes with a bit of a heel.

There were three plaid uniform jumpers, more or less neatly folded, piled at the end of the couch.

There were two white blouses draped over the arm. No sign of a third. And one bra on the coffee table, which sat at an odd angle from the couch as if someone had kicked it.

One pair of baby-blue cotton bikini panties, size S, on the newel post at the foot of the stairs. Still warm, and, it seemed to me, rather moist. Another pair, white with pink flowers, eight stairs up.

The bedroom door was ajar. I heard voices, one well-known, two familiar but hard to pin down.

I was home hours early.

I contemplated my next step.

— Frenulum