I want to smell the crotch of his panties.

Oh, what kind of pervert are you?? You just can't help yourself, can you? You have a pair of panties - belonging to a dead man, I might add, and you can't help but to press them to your nose and take a deep whiff?

And as you do this completely inexplicable and perverted act, you feel your skin tingle and a queer little lurch in your stomach. You know this is perverted, you know this is disgusting, but you just can't help yourself.

It's too exciting, isn't it?

I think you might enjoy this game a little too much? I wonder...

The smell is organic and musky and... not an old, dead man at all. You wonder if Mr. Hewitt had been wearing them all day long before they found their way into your hands so that you could be here, standing by your car, holding his panties to your face and smelling the crotch.

And getting just a little bit hard.

Finally you remember what you're doing here, so you hold the crotch up, turning it to the fading light, and read the words embroidered there.

"I am a slutty little sissy," they say.

A jolt goes through you, almost like an electric shock.

Mr. Hewitt really *was* eccentric, wasn't he?