The next morning, thursday, before john went off to work, we hid the camera on top of a large bathroom cabinet aimed down at the laundry basket.
It was hidden so well in amongst bottles of perfume, deodorant, conditioner etc that even I could not see it at first and I knew where to look.
Perfect, all was set.
Just before neil arrived I went up to the bathroom and activated the little camera.
And that, as they say, was that.
Neil knocked on the door 5 minutes later and was invited in with my usual cheery hello and warm smile.
Neil, if it were possible, was even more shy and nervous than normal.... embarrassment perhaps?....at what he'd probably done recently?
As far as I was aware the rest of the day went as normal.
Neil upstairs painting, me going about my usual business.
As far as I was aware....
What I wasn't aware of, as I got on with the daily routine, is that john's little camera had indeed captured something.....
Something very interesting.
By the time the boys had come home and neil had gone I was itching to see if it had got anything.
Even when John came back we still couldn't check the footage as the boys were about.
It wasn't till late that night we finally sat down together on the sofa. Me with a large glass of red, john with a beer.
The little camera had a memory card, which john now inserted into our laptop. We were soon riveted to the screen as our bathroom, with the laundry basket center stage, flickered into view.
It was odd sat there looking at our own bathroom from this strange angle, knowing that this was secret footage shot clandestinely. A sense of mischievous excitement entered both myself and john, all of a sudden I felt like I was back at school, involved in some naughty prank or other.....
Then, as we watched the screen I could hear neil's knock at the door and also my own voice faintly, welcoming him in.
Next, neil's footsteps on the stairs as he came up them. Noises of an aluminium step ladder clanging, plastic sheeting rustling, paint tins being opened, a cough from neil.
What followed next was 15 minutes of nothing, except an empty bathroom, paint roller noises, and washing up noises from me down stairs in the kitchen.
It got a little boring staring at our bathroom for that time.....so we fast forward.
At 38 minutes something happened....
Neil came into the bathroom and had a pee! Fortunately the camera angle saved us from the full view of this. We could just see the back of him up to his waist area.
Fast forwarding again.
Then, almost exactly half hour later at 1 hour 7 minutes..... something....
Neil entering the bathroom, pushing the door to, going straight for the laundry basket.
And I must point out at this stage that I had put some 'bait' in there that morning.
A nice aromatic, used pair of my everyday undies, these weren't fancy, just the white cotton variety.
We watched him lift the lid and pick out the panties, bringing them up to his nose and breathing deeply.
"I knew it!"
My words blurted out.
As I watched this act my mouth slowly opened, a surge of raw excitement swept through me, so strong that I was barely aware of john's excited remark
"Oh yes! Go for it neil....have a good sniff"
