"You can borrow anything of mine you need, Mom. You don't have to ask either. Just don't keep it like Gretchen did with a few of my T-shirts. Hint, hint, wink, wink." I tell her, grinning like a fool at the end.
"You mean I can't keep the shirt from last night? Well damn." Mom grins back at me. We hug again, laughing at our shared silliness.
We head to her bedroom to get many of her work clothes. I take her pantsuits and work skirts on hangers to the car. She keeps a hanger bar in the trunk for the few work travel trips she has on occasion. After getting the bar up and the clothes hung, I returned inside to Mom's packing a suitcase with her blouses and underthings. The underthings I see are quite frilly and sexy. I briefly imagined Mom wearing some of them for me before shaking the thoug
