Two days had passed. Becky could not wait any longer.
She went to her mother to ask for a dress form and to plant the seed. She was going to enjoy watching her little scheme grow and her brother squirm.
“Mom I need a dress form to sew my dress.”
“We don’t have one dear.”
“Can you buy me one?”
“I don’t know; they are expensive.
Maybe somebody at work has one I could borrow.”
“That will work. Thanks Mom,”
Becky stood in silence for a second, then asked the question,
“Mom, have you seen the pink bra and panty set that you bought me last month?
You know, the one with lace trim.”
“It’s not in your drawer?”
“No, I thought they would have been washed,
but they weren’t in the basket the other night,” Becky stated.
Mrs Strikler thought about the other night.
She remembered putting the set in the washer,
“They just can’t disappear?”
“I’m sure they will show up,”
Becky walked away smiling,
visualizing Bobby pleading to be believed.
The next day Mrs Strikler went into Bobby’s bedroom.
The disappearance of the panties and bra nagged at her.
She was positive that she put them in the washer.
If Becky had not folded them, then Bobby had lost them or he…
She didn’t want to think that, but the thought had been troubling her all day.
She would have never contemplated Bobby taking the panties except the way he slid the hotdog in his mouth.
She started her search of Bobby’s bedroom in his drawers.
After she found nothing there she looked in the closet.
The room was tiny; there were not many places to hide something.
She looked at the bed. She slid her hand between the mattresses.
She froze when her hand came across the panties.
She reached in and pulled out the pink bra and panty.
She flopped on Bobby’s bed holding the lingerie in her hand.
She sat there staring at them. She had hoped that she would not find them.
Now that she had, she was unsure what she should do next.
She wondered how it was possible.
Her baby was only twelve; he was too young to be gay.
That night Mrs Strikler called her older sister Monica.
She had always wished and hoped that Bobby and Becky would have the relationship that she and her sister had growing up.
They were best friends growing up.
They didn’t bicker constantly like Bobby and Becky.
“Hi Sis.”
“Hi,” Monica was glad to hear from her little sister.