Page 64 of With Spite

“I’ll hurry,” she promised. “Unless you want to go pee outside.”

Might be the best idea, seeing as I was still burning up and my cock was hard as stone.

Since it was hard to piss through an erect cock, I chose the outside route and did my thing off the back porch’s steps.

By the time I was finished, a small patch of snow had melted, revealing part of the flowerbed.

I turned around to go inside once I’d tucked myself back into my pants and saw the mess of the backyard.

The bears had climbed the fence and ripped her trash cans to shreds.

At least, I thought it was a bear.

I went inside and grabbed my boots and a trash bag from under the kitchen sink—the location of which I only knew because I’d watched where she put them at her old place—and went to clean up.

As I did, I took a good look at the trash can and then the trash and a suspicion started to arise.

There was still plenty of food—something that a hungry bear wouldn’t have left behind.

Not even a raccoon would’ve left this much food behind.

As I looked through the things, I realized that there was a neat stack of something at the corner of the house.

As I got closer, I narrowed my eyes and found myself staring at some old panties and bras.

I knew that they were once Bernice’s because I’d watched her go through a box a few months ago and I’d clocked the bras and panties through her bedroom window.

They were bright pink and had white polka dots on them.

At the time, they’d caught my eye because I’d thought they’d look adorable covering Bernice’s ass.

I picked up the panties, which I realized then were hidden in a way that showed that whoever—and it was a fucking person that had gone through this trash—had done the digging had planned to come back for them.

When I’d come outside last night to check on the trash cans, I must’ve scared them off.

I glared at the gate between Bernice’s backyard and the front.

There were no cameras on the backyard.

That was my mistake.

I’d thought that the backyard would be safe.

Her backyard came up against a couple thousand acres of public land.

And that land was rocky terrain that would be fairly treacherous to navigate. Let alone navigate at night.

I’d have the cameras set up this afternoon, but to do that, I had to get Bernice out of the house.

I finished cleaning up her trash, then secured it in the trash can.

I forced myself to go ahead and throw the panties away, too.

They looked brand new and never worn.

My guess was that she bought them and they probably didn’t fit.

They were way too big and probably were a gift.