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FIRE
    Damn! She had to go back in there and crawl all over the fireplace.
    In a huff, she picked up the scuttle and returned to the drawing room. Almost slamming the scuttle down, she kept her eyes on the fireplace and away from Rob, who remarkably had not lifted his eyes from his entrancing newspaper.
    There in the fireplace on the marble hearth was a large, ugly pair of white panties. Not one of hers, she was sure of that. She also realised they were not there earlier when she had collected the scuttle, which meant he had moved and put them there while she was in the coal shed.
    She did not want to put them on. They were like her granny’s knickers. High at the waist and low around the leg. They would encase all the other five pairs, and she would look ludicrous.
    “Casey?” his voice warned, cajoled, and bit into her mind.
    As quickly as possible, so not to dwell on the hideous undergarment, she yanked them up and set to work building up the fire.
    Kneeling, she was very conscious her bottom was fully exposed to him. Behind her back she heard the sound of the newspaper being folded, then put down to one side. Finally she had his full attention—on her panty-laden bum.
    What the hell , thought Casey. He could admire it if he wanted to; she did not care. As she laid the coals in the fireplace using an ornate set of tongs, she wriggled her bottom at him. Have it, go on, she tempted. She even parted her legs, as if to lure him in, while she made a pattern of blackness with her hands.
    Now the tongs trembled, and she dropped a few coals before they reached their final destination. He had moved, and she could hear him stand up and creep towards her. The thought of him getting close, even with her stupid underwear, made her nervous to the point that her heart was thumping louder than the solitary mantelpiece clock.
    “You don’t have to light it,” he said softly.
    “I don’t?” she repeated. “You’re not cold, sir?”
    “I’m quite warm, and so are you, I think.”
    Casey blushed and put the tongs down. She did not move from her knees, nor did she turn to see what he was doing. The floor made a soft creak as he crouched behind her.
    “I wonder how many pairs of knickers you have managed to get wet?” he murmured. “Shall I find out for you?”
    She did not answer.
    “Um.” His finger touched her crotch. “This pair, I don’t think you’ve had on long enough.” They were dry and baggy about her.
    Two hands reached up and carefully lowered the large bloomers over her bottom and down to her thigh to expose the red frilly knickers.
    Another check with a fingertip, and she spread her legs again.
    “Damp, I can feel some dampness,” commented Rob.
    Casey was struggling to stay still as he manoeuvred the red frilly ones down to her bent knees. Next to descend down her thighs were the ghastly school knickers.
    “Damper,” he smirked.
    Then came the black lacy panties. The fabric was harsher and thicker, but still they would clearly illustrate her wetness.
    “Wet, just a small patch,” he noted.
    Casey arched her back as he lowered the next pair and revealed the white bikini panties. She hoped Rob would not touch her, but he did all the same, pressing a finger hard against her.
    Casey gasped and pushed back.
    “These are dripping.”
    It took some effort to peel them away from the thong, and he let out a chortle. “My, my. They’ve practically disappeared up you. Sopping wet pink panties.”
    “Sorry, sir,” she whispered.
    “Did you enjoy your little knickers hunt?”
    “No, yes, I mean,” rambled Casey confused. “I look silly and unattractive wearing all these stupid knickers.”
    “Your stupid knickers, which you have a tendency to leave lying around, chucked here and there. I may like to see your arse, Casey, but you should tidy up after yourself.”
    “I apologise,” she said firmly.
    “And for the record, you do not look unattractive. Quite the contrary, you are beautifully sexy and look