Possessive 1
As you fold her towels neatly your mind is buzzing. When you get to the lingerie, you feel them in your hands and can't help but imagine what they look like on Angela. It feels like she knows everything about you. She is perfectly correct about you, you don't sit in front of your computer masturbating to porn, you find hardcore porn a bit too over the top, this lingerie however has you flustered and stiff, you have been masturbating over these kinds of catalogues since you first knew how. It is almost too convenient to find this kind of artefact on the path behind you own house. You feel uneasy about being at her house, but you also feel drawn to Angela. She feels dangerous, but playful and pushy, like a dream.
Folding the lingerie you can't help but be reminded again of the pages you used to hide in your bedroom. Silk, lace, chiffon garments worn by ladies way too old for you. Long loose fitting nighties, camisoles and teddy's.
You try to picture Angela wearing the clothes that you are folding, but you realise none of these things would fit her.