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contained Darcy's clothes. The bottom drawer held sweaters, a sweatshirt, a couple of heavy shirts. They were all neatly folded. He lifted them, glanced at each, but took none of them out.
        The middle drawer was more interesting. There, he found slips, pantyhose, a couple of T-shirts, a pair of faded blue shorts and a bright yellow jersey. He picked up the jersey and let it fall open. It was a nightshirt. It had slits on each side. Kyle held it against his body. He was shorter than Darcy. On her, it would hang only part-way down her thighs, the open sides leaving her bare to the hips. He could see her wearing it, the light fabric showing all her curves. He imagined how it would tremble over her breasts as she walked. Bending down, her rump would show, and if she reached for something high, the nightshirt would rise up and he'd be able to see between her legs.
        The thoughts made Kyle hard.
        He folded the nightshirt and placed it carefully into the drawer. Satisfied that it looked the same as when he found it, he slid the drawer shut and opened the top one.
        Here were panties, brassieres, socks and two swimsuits.
        One of the suits was bright blue and backless, the other a white string bikini. Neither had stains, and they both smelled clean. Kyle supposed that Darcy had packed them fresh and hadn't used the hotel pool yet. He'd checked it a few times on Wednesday and Thursday, her days off, hoping to see her there. Now, he knew that he hadn't missed her. He would keep a watch on the pool. Sooner or later, she'd show up.
        Most of the bras were white with a lacy fabric for the upper half of the cups, narrow straps, and two fasteners in the back. But one was black and strapless. It was stiff along the bottom. It would hold her breasts underneath, and leave them bare on top. The other two bras were flimsy, shapeless things. One was pink, one blue. They fastened in front with a hook and eyelet between the cups. Holding them up, Kyle could see right through them and the wispy fabric felt slick against his face. The pink one smelled faintly of Darcy, that fresh early morning scent of a breeze blowing through the woods.
        Kyle bent over to ease the pressure of his erection pushing against his pants.
        He put the bras away.
        He looked at the stacks of brightly coloured panties.
        He was breathing hard, gasping. He was almost past control. If he didn't stop now, he'd mess himself for sure.
        He slid the drawer shut.
         I'll come back, he thought. Some other time. See the rest of it then.
        On his way back to the door he glanced at the bathroom. He'd badly wanted to see the tub. Darcy was naked when she was in there.
         Next time, he told himself. Next time, I'll see everything.
        Right now, he had to get out before he burst.
        
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        He was in the corridor, pulling the door shut, when the sound of voices made him turn his head.
        Out of the elevator near the main stairway stepped an elderly couple. And his father.
        Dad had suitcases in each hand.
        He glanced at Kyle, then turned away and led the couple towards the west wing.
        Kyle felt sick. He went through the fire door, sat down on a stair and hunched over, clutching his knees.
         Now what'll I do? He saw me. Shit, oh shit.
        What were you doing in that room?
         Maybe he didn't see me.
         He looked right at me. Maybe he'll forget about it.
         Fat chance. I've gotta have an excuse. Darcy phoned from town, said she couldn't find her purse, and wanted me to see if it was in her room? That won't work. How could I get the call? Dad would've been at the switchboard.
         Dad doesn't know why I was there. He might think I wanted to steal something. That'd be better than the truth, anyway. But maybe he'll guess the truth.
         I've gotta have a story!
         How about if I say I was