The person who had been stealing my underwear little by little over the past few days was a man living nearby. 'Why did you steal an old lady's panties? Tell me.' 'Well, actually, I liked you and masturbated with the stolen panties...' ... What? Liked me? My husband wouldn't even acknowledge me, and my self-awareness as a woman had been fading, but if a young boy like this likes me, maybe I'm still got it?
