Like a fly to the Dionaea muscipula they are drawn to her. There are those for which she is an addiction. An addiction like a bloodhound or a detective won't stop until they find her. They must be close to her. The more they seek her out the stronger the addiction grows.
Ms. Harper, what are you doing here? You startled me.
I imagine I did considering what you are doing just now with the panties of mine. The panties you stole while you were supposed to be working at my house!
I didn't, um uh what?
Um uh what? Is that all you have to say for yourself? Are you that pathetic? Did you not think that someone like me wouldn't have security cameras? So Mr. um uh what, what do you have to say for yourself? Choose your next words carefully, take your time and know I have footage of everything that goes on in my house and around it.
Chris thought about it for a second and knew he must be caught because the only way she would have known he took her panties was if there were a camera in her laundry room.
Nodding his head and looking down as if he were a child being scolded Chris admitted to stealing the panties.
Now we both know that wasn't all you were up to while your perverted ass was going from room to room. Get out of your van and come sit in my car while we discuss how you will be able to keep this our little secret.
The urge to start the van and speed away was almost as strong as the urge to somehow overpower Michelle, race back to her house and remove any evidence on the cameras. He knew he couldn't and wouldn't ever do that because the need to comply and do as he was told by this woman he has fantasized about all these months was even stronger.