The Purloined Panties - An Erotic Detective Adventure (6 page)

"Just a little," she said.

We sat in quite. Valerie kept checking her
watch. Everything was quiet. Valerie began to nod off.

At eleven I heard a noise. I nudged Valerie
and whispered for her to stay quiet. The back door opened. I
strained to listen for footsteps, but heard none. We waited. I
stood up and walked across the room and stood behind the door. I
waited until I hear soft footsteps. A door creaked. For a moment
everything was quiet.

There was a yelp and a cry. I moved quickly
toward the sound as a loud, "Oh, fuck echoed the hallway. Gun drawn
I entered the bedroom and flicked on the lights.

It was everything I could do not to laugh.
Hopping around the room holding a pair of panties in his right hand
with a mousetrap snapped shut on his right thumb was a short,
skinny young man. He wore no shirt, blue deck shoes, and a pair of
red woman's panties. Barely concealed in the tight red panties was
the kid's hard-on. I quickly stepped behind him, pulling his arms
back. I cuffed him, Then I released the spring on the
mousetrap.

The young man was crying and sad he was
sorry. Valerie came in to the room. "Pokey? Pokey Philips?" Then
she laughed.

"Who is he?" I asked.

"That's Pokey Philips. He's the son of Ruth
Philips who worked here before Sissy. And he has an erection in
those red panties."

"Call the Fullerton Police for me while I
watch our bandit." I turned to Pokey Philips. "Sit down on the
floor."

Philips obeyed. When he sat down the panties
were pulled down slightly. His cock was protruding from the top of
the panties. Every time he moved the panties rubbed his cock,
keeping it erect.

Valerie turned the lights on in the house.
She then came back with a camera. "I've got to get a picture of
this," she said as she started snapping pictures. She left and came
back with a Polaroid camera and took several more pictures. The
doorbell rang and Valerie let in two policemen. I identified
myself. They laughed and shook their heads.

They read Philips his rights and switched
handcuffs, returning my cuffs to me. An investigator arrived as
they escorted Philips to the patrol car. The investigator
recognized my name from the Loving Way matter. He took my statement
and one from Valerie. He took the mousetrap that was on Philips’
hand as evidence. We swapped cards. He was leaving as some of the
sorority member began to arrive.

I started to gather the traps that had been
set out, using the numbers to make sure they were all accounted
for. Valerie was passing around the Polaroid pictures. I called
Sissy Harwell and gave her my report.

I needed a drink. I grabbed Valerie and
headed to Reuben's. The crowd was waning. A guitar combo was
playing. We had a good time laughing about the way the evening had
turned out. At midnight I dropped her off at the ABG house.

"When will I see you again," Valerie
asked.

"You are the one with finals coming up. Just
call me when you are free."

Valerie leaned over and kissed me. I watched
her until she got in the front door safely and then drove home.

Monday morning the story hit the papers. My
telephone started ringing and reporters wanted interviews. I gave
statements to the Register and the Los Angeles Times. I refused a
television reporter’s request for a live interview because I did
not want to be a local celebrity. Newspaper headlines read, "Panty
Thief Exposed."

About Carol Gregory

Carol Gregory was an amazing woman. She was
born in 1942 and died too young in 2012. She was known to me as
Cousin Carol. She was quite a bit older than me growing up. She was
known as a wild child in the 60’s. The family tried to keep me away
from her because she was a bad influence. They failed.

Carol was a stunningly beautiful woman. She
graduated UCLA with a degree in History. She held a few jobs, was
married and divorced by the time she was twenty-three. In 1968 I
was reintroduced to my cousin. She was living in a house she owned
in Anaheim, California. I was just fifteen and in awe of this older
woman. She helped me with my homework, patiently listened to my
teenage concerns from driving, dating, to college selection. She
was hip and with it in the pop culture.

Carol completed law school and worked in the
Orange County District Attorney’s Office. She ultimately was
appointed to the Orange County Municipal Court. A few years later
she became a Superior Court judge. She knew how to be discrete with
her many lovers.

By the time I started college Carol tutored
me in a more prurient education. We became occasional lovers. She
taught me how to please a woman. I lived with her during my last
year at college. I still dated. Carol had boyfriends and
girlfriends. She taught me tolerance, patience, and how to make a
lover call your name out in ecstasy.

Even after college we remained close. I was
married and had my own family. She was close to my family.

Carol never married again. I know she had
many lovers because she loved to describe every intimate moment. I
am sure she broke hearts, but she would forever remain independent.
She was always sexy and bold.

Carol Gregory passed suddenly with a brain
aneurism. I was named as her sole heir. She had amassed a
comfortable estate. It took me many months before I worked up the
energy to begin to go through her house and possessions.

One Saturday afternoon I stumbled upon a box
in her closet. In the box were manuscripts for novels and stories
she had written over decades. True to form, they were all erotic
novels. She had a series of detective stories about a heroine named
Petra Jameson. The name Jameson, I am sure, came from her favorite
whiskey. She loved Jameson’s Reserve Irish Whiskey. The physical
description was Carol, although Carol never took a bullet in the
hip. The sex was pure Carol.

Carol’s love of history is echoed in her
stories. Her stories around England’s Glorious Revolution are a
good example. She makes history exciting.

I have been going through the writings and
putting them together so others can enjoy them. Carol would want to
share them with the world. I hope you enjoy them.

Carol Gregory loved the works of Dorothy
Parker and would quote her often. Her favorite in was: “Now I know
the things I know, and I do the things I do; and if you do not like
me so, to hell, my love, with you!”

GF

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