The Elevator Thirty-Nineth Floor (Patreon)

Cardonali the magical imp was doing what he always did, he caused  trouble to others for his own amusement.  Cardonali had the ability to  put any thought into a person's mind and manipulate them as he wanted  to.  He stood unobserved or at least unacknowledged in the back of an  elevator waiting to see who would get in.

Rose Sayer,  a middle-aged woman with curly red hair wearing a white t-shirt, jeans, and flats, entered the elevator.  She was followed immediately by Scott Ortega a college student who was wearing a purple v-neck t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers.

The pair knew each other as neighbors, but not very well.  They put forced smiles on their faces while waiting for the elevator to take them to their floors.  That is when Cardonali did his work.

Mrs. Sayer's forced smile faded and was replaced with a frown.  "I've been looking for you," Mrs. Sayer told Scott.

"You have?"

"I know you did it!"

"Did what?"

"Don't deny it.  You took them."

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"You took all my underwear and left me your things."

"No way!"

"You did it.  I know you did.  I want my underwear back!"

"Lady, there is not F**kin way I have your underwear."

"Let me come to your apartment and see your underwear.  I'll bet it is mine."

"That isn't going to happen lady.  I don't have your underwear."

"Then come to my apartment and then deny I don't have your underwear."

"What?"

"Look it over and deny that it is yours.'

"Sure, whatever.  I know you don't have my things."

Scott followed Mrs. Sayer to her apartment and then inside.  Mrs. Sayer continues to her drawers where she kept her apparel.  She opened the drawer un fetch a pair of light purple skamps briefs with a lacy trim.  She showed them to Scott.

"Deny these are not yours!" she demanded.

Scott looked them over.  He knew he had a pair like that, but Bali Skimp Skamp panties were a popular national brand.  One pair didn't mean anything.  Although Scott's resolve was diminishing.

"Not convinced yet?  Look at the rest!"

Scott entered Mrs. Sayer's bedroom and looked at her panties.  He recognized all the pairs.  Most were generic pairs of panties, but all of them in one place looked like his.  There were certain pairs that he recognized, the bikini with little greet hearts on them, the boy-shorts that say, No Shirt, No Shoes, No Problem.  His lacy days of the week set.  Not to mention his shapewear and all his bras.  Mrs. Sayer seemingly had all his underwear.  Scott was shocked.

"Well?"

"I'M SORRY.  I'M SO VERY SORRY!" Scott told her.  "It's a mistake.  It's a big mistake.  I didn't mean to.  I don't know how this could've happened."

Mrs. Sayer recognized the sincerity in Scott's voice.  Her own anger dissipated.  "I guess mistakes do happen.  I'm sorry to be so tough on you."

"No, I don't blame you.  Embarrassed is not a strong enough word for what I am feeling right now."

"It'll be fine.  You go and fetch my underwear and I'll fold all your stuff and put it in a bag.  You seem to have many more pairs than I do."

"OK, I'll be right back."

Mrs. Sayer did as she told Scott.  She carefully retrieved all of what she thought were Scott's panties, made sure they were folded properly and she put them in a box.

Scott returned with a garbage bag of his briefs, boxers, and undershirts for Mrs. Sayer.  He took the filled box and left her apartment, reiterating how sorry he was.

A couple of days later, when Scott's mother was returning the clean laundry to its rightful place, she was shocked to see all of Scott's panties.  She waited for Scott to return home to confront him.

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