May
Cathy and Keira
Smith shared a house on the east side of the Village as well as being housemates,
they were also partners in their own Plumbing business, which they inherited
from their father.
Catherine was
the oldest at thirty-four and her sister was two years younger, Cathy was also
taller, darker haired, and two dress sizes bigger.
By the
beginning of May they had been housemates and partners for three years, and
everything was going well, the only thing that was lacking in their lives was
romance.
Working on
building sites so much the only men they met on a regular basis were builders,
electricians, roofers and other plumbers, and as nice as some of the guys were
they really wanted significant others who were not trades.
On the whole
they got on very well together, although they were very different characters
Catherine was a neat freak and Keira was messy, but they didn’t fall out very
often.
But for Cathy
there was one bone of contention and that was namely articles of underwear, as
nice as they might be they were very annoying when they were left hanging from
the shower rail or draped over radiators, so when Keira wasn’t looking she
would gather them up, in ones and two’s, and put the wet ones in the airing
cupboard or the dry ones in her drawer in the bedroom.
Keira didn’t
seem to notice or if she did, she didn’t say anything that is until the
beginning of May when she enquired
“Have you seen
my green knickers?”
“No sis,” she
replied
“Are you sure?”
she quizzed “I know what you’re like with your tidying”
So, she had
noticed then Cathy thought and answered.
“Definitely not
honey”
“I don’t
understand it I’ve found the bra upstairs so I know they’re here somewhere, but
I can’t find the pants anywhere”
“They’ll turn
up” Cathy suggested
“That’s not
very helpful” she replied
“There are some
blue ones in the airing cupboard” she said helpfully
“I can’t wear
blue pants with a green bra” she said crossly
“Honestly, what
kind of a girl do you think I am?”
“Well, you know
I haven’t had them, I couldn’t get me arse in your skinny skimpies” Cathy said,
and they both laughed
Over the next
few weeks her green panties didn’t turn up and it transpired they weren’t the
only items to disappear.
Cathy also had
some disappearing lingerie, and they went on to lose an assortment of knickers,
two bras, three odd socks, a pair of tights and even Keira’s pajama shorts did
a disappearing act.
They had never
experienced any loss of laundry all the time they had lived there so they were
at a loss to explain the disappearances and could offer nothing but Cathy’s
stock answer of
“They’ll turn
up”
Keira was
unconvinced, as was her sister, they were sure that some kind of fetishist had
a secret stash of their knickers.
However, any
such suspicions they might have harbored were readily dispelled one Friday
evening when they arrived home and spotted a tabby cat jumping over their
garden fence with something pink and silky in its mouth and entered the cat
flap of their next-door neighbour.
“Do you see
that!” Keira exclaimed
“I did”
Catherine replied “It had a pair of your drawers in its mouth”
“Right strike
while the iron is hot” Kiera said and got out of the van and went straight to
the neighbour’s door and knocked on it loudly and when the door opened by a
tall good-looking man she barked
“Your cat keeps
stealing our socks and knickers”
“Yes, sorry
about that, she’s a…”
“Pervert”
“Rescue cat and
she’s a bit…”
“Perverted”
“Insecure” he
corrected her
“If it makes
you feel any better, she’s not just stealing yours”
“Funnily
enough, it doesn’t” she replied and turned on her heels
Nothing else
was said until Sunday afternoon, when just after they had returned home from a
walk, there was a knock on the front door.
When she opened
it, Keira was faced with a very shamefaced and embarrassed neighbour, Duncan
King, who was a School Teacher at the primary School in the Village and was a
couple of years older than her.
He was holding
a carrier bag out in front of him.
“I think these
might be yours” he said quietly thrusting the carrier bag in her direction.
“What is it?”
she asked and took the bag
“Open it” he
said shuffling his feet nervously and she did as he instructed and opened the
bag and found inside sundry items of underwear.
“You’d better
come in” she said
He hadn’t been
in the house very long, no more than a month they had known the previous owners
John and his wife Carole, for several years and they had always gotten on very
well, then John got sick and died so Carol moved away.
They hadn’t had
a chance to meet the new owner at that point, and things hadn’t started well.
Because of his
tabby cat called Tabitha, who was a very sweet looking cat that unfortunately
suffered with psychological problems.
It was a very
nervous and timid creature who was very suspicious of everyone but what none of
the neighbour’s suspected was that it had a darker side.
While the
humans of the Village were all at work Tabitha roamed the local area, indulging
in her particular passion namely stealing knickers, pants, socks, tights,
handkerchiefs and the occasional bra as well as babies’ bibs and booties.
The troubled
animal preyed on the unsuspecting locals stealing from washing lines, washing
baskets and clothes airer’s, though thankfully even with her psychological
problems she only stole clean items, nothing soiled or un-fresh.
They were all
oblivious to this dastardly crime putting the loss of missing items down to
mischievous house elves.
The dastardly
crime only came to light when Duncan was clearing his spare room prior to
decorating when he discovered a nest of other people’s underwear.
After first
discovering the stash, he had found it was very funny, however after having to sort
the not inconsiderable collection into bags for the prospective owners, it was
less funny.
Even less so
when he had to set off to return the items, which was why he was standing in
the girl’s house.
“I have never
been so embarrassed” Duncan said
“How many
houses have you had to go to?” Catherine asked
“You are number
8” he said
“You poor thing”
Keira said sympathetically then she looked at Catherine and they both burst out
laughing.
When they had
regained control of themselves, he continued
“Luckily
Tabitha’s is scared of her own shadow, so she never strays more than a few
houses either side of us, so it narrowed down the field”
After he had
gone Catherine looked at the contents of the bag
“You see I said
they would turn up” she said
“Pah” Keira
retorted unimpressed and then there was another knock on the door, so she
opened it and found Duncan King standing there again
“Um… I was
wondering… um… by way of apology if I might… um … take you to dinner” he said
“Well… I wasn’t
expecting that” she said
“I am
encouraged, that you haven’t said no” he said
“I haven’t said
yes either” she pointed out
“And will you?”
he asked
“I will go to
dinner with you on one condition” Keira said
“Name it”
“You bring a
friend to make up a four” she said
“Deal”
She closed the
door and went into the lounge
“We have a
dinner date on Saturday” she announced
“We do?” Cathy
said, “Who with?”
“The Knicker
King and a friend”
The friend was
another teacher called Luke Hedger.
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