Four months later they were married,despite her parents’objections.They wanted her to finish college first,but she was already in graduate school,and at twenty-eight,she’d waited long enough.At first,being Mrs.Llewellyn was bliss.Carrie moved into his home and continued with her studies,while he put in long days as a lineman for the electric company.When he came home in the evenings,dinner would be waiting for him.But he was the one who did the dishes,and on weekends,he always insisted on doing the laundry.“You already do so much for me,honey,”he would say if Carrie objected.
But,really,what was there to object to?Cash was a neat,cleanman,and Carrie loved him for helping out around the house.Whenever her girlfriends complained about their live-in boyfriends or husbands being unthoughtful and messy,Carrie just grinned.She was a lucky woman,she knew.
Then she found the pair of red lace panties under the bed.
Panties that were sheer and sexy,and much too large for her.