Rate this story When I went upstairs to go to bed, I discovered Cleo had left behind evidence of her presence. The bra she took off before dinner still lay where she dropped it on my bed. I hastily snatched it up and shoved it deep into a drawer, out of sight. Then I noticed my underpants lying on the floor where I’d left them. I sure hoped neither of my parents had glanced into my room during the evening. Luckily, we’d turned out the lights before we went down stairs. That was on a Thursday. I didn’t see Cleo...
