Possessive 1
You glance over the other neighbours fence. It's all quiet. Nobody is watching. Except her. You spot her staring at you through her back window with a cheeky smile. You walk over and begin quickly pulling towels off the line. After the towels you look up and see the last few items. A perfect row of dainty cotton lingerie edged with lace in pastel colours. Just like the catalogue.
Imagine being spotted now. The neighbours would think you are some kind of pervert stealing Angela's panties.
You quickly pull the pink frillies off the line and stuff them into the washing basket before following Angela up and into her kitchen. She opens the door for you and you slink past her inside to relative safety. "So you just stuffed all my dainties into the basket, you didn't think to fold them first? tsk tsk."
You're just as flustered as you were when meeting her. This woman has turned you into a stammering idiot.
"How about you fold everything properly while I go upstairs and get changed." She takes your shorts with her up the stairs.