The Purloined Panties: An Erotic Detective Adventure

By Carol Gregory

Detective Petra Jameson uses her body and brains in investigating the theft of panties from a college sorority. Enjoy Petra as she enjoys a myriad of sexual adventures.

This is a story to introduce readers to this sexy detective. It is not for the faint of heart.

This is a free offering as a sample for the writing of Carol Gregory. Readers will enjoy her novel, "The Loving Way."

Petra Jameson encounters sex with men and women, among men and women, and between men and women. Her escapades include lesbian, femdom, and threesomes.

The story takes place in 1970. Readers will enjoy the historic placement of the story. Anyone who know Orange County, California will identify the landmarks.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Carol Gregory
• Release date: May 15, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301177462

Carol Gregory

Carol GregoryCarol Gregory was an amazing woman. She was born in 1942 and died too young in 2012. She was known to me as Cousin Carol. She was quite a bit older than me growing up. She was known as a wild child in the 60’s. The family tried to keep me away from her because she was a bad influence. They failed.Carol was a stunningly beautiful woman. She graduated UCLA with a degree in History. She held a few jobs, was married and divorced by the time she was twenty-three. In 1968 I was reintroduced to my cousin. She was living in a house she owned in Anaheim, California. I was just fifteen and in awe of this older woman. She helped me with my homework, patiently listened to my teenage concerns from driving, dating, to college selection. She was hip and with it in the pop culture.Carol completed law school and worked in the Orange County District Attorney’s Office. She ultimately was appointed to the Orange County Municipal Court. A few years later she became a Superior Court judge. She knew how to be discrete with her many lovers.By the time I started college Carol tutored me in a more prurient education. We became occasional lovers. She taught me how to please a woman. I lived with her during my last year at college. I still dated. Carol had boyfriends and girlfriends. She taught me tolerance, patience, and how to make a lover call your name out in ecstasy.Even after college we remained close. I was married and had my own family. She was close to my family.Carol never married again. I know she had many lovers because she loved to describe every intimate moment. I am sure she broke hearts, but she would forever remain independent. She was always sexy and bold.Carol Gregory passed suddenly with a brain aneurism. I was named as her sole heir. She had amassed a comfortable estate. It took me many months before I worked up the energy to begin to go through her house and possessions.One Saturday afternoon I stumbled upon a box in her closet. In the box were manuscripts for novels and stories she had written over decades. True to form, they were all erotic novels. She had a series of detective stories about a heroine named Petra Jameson. The name Jameson, I am sure, came from her favorite whiskey. She loved Jamesons Reserve Irish Whiskey. The physical description was Carol, although Carol never took a bullet in the hip. The sex was pure Carol.Carol’s love of history is echoed in her stories. Her stories around England’s Glorious Revolution are a good example. She makes history exciting.I have been going through the writings and putting them together so others can enjoy them. Carol would want to share them with the world. I hope you enjoy them.Carol Gregory loved the works of Dorothy Parker and would quote her often. Her favorite in was: “Now I know the things I know, and I do the things I do; and if you do not like me so, to hell, my love, with you!”GFComments are welcome at [e-mail]

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THE PURLOINED PANTIES

An Erotic Detective Adventure

Carol Gregory

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Copyright 2013 Carol Gregory

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THE PURLOINED PANTIES

I'm sorry; did you say fur lined panties? I said to the caller on the telephone.

No. I said purloined panties. Somebody has been stealing our panties. Let me start over. My name is Sally Harwell. I am the house mother for the Alpha Beta Gimmel sorority. We would like to retain you to investigate a series of thefts we have had at our house. Someone has been stealing our panties.

Nothing else? Are you sure it is not a fraternity prank? I asked.

I don't know what's going on. My students are upset. We don't want to call the police if it's just a prank, but we need help.

Mrs. Harwell gave me the address, though I thought I knew where the house was. I said I would be there in a few minutes.

My name is Petra Jameson. I am a private investigator. It's April, 1970. I'm twenty-eight. I got my degree from Cal State Fullerton and worked for the Orange County Marshal's Office until I took a bullet in my hip. I tried to come back after rehab, but I was told that my injury was too much of a factor. I wondered whether a man would have had the same problem. I was tall and athletic. I worked out at the gym owned by my best friend and roommate Sheila. I knew I was well built and attractive in an Amazon sort of way. I was married and divorced. My ex husband was an Anaheim cop. We remained good friends.

My office was on Chapman in Fullerton just off the Orange Freeway. I sublet from several attorneys who were a source of some revenue. The ABG house was about a mile away on Dorothy Lane. I got in my '68 Barracuda and cranked up KRLA on the radio. They were playing Maybe I'm Amazed off of Paul McCartney's first solo album. A few minutes later I was parking outside the sorority house.

Mrs. Harwell met me at the door. She looked nothing like the matronly house mother I expected. I guess that's my fault for stereotyping. She was average height and trim. I guessed her age to be in the mid forties. Her dark hair was stylish. Her smile was disarming.

Hi, she said showing me in. I'm Sally Harwell, but please call me 'Sissy.

I followed her inside to the dining table. I declined her offer of coffee. Two students were in the living room studying. It was pretty quiet.

"Over the past month three times one of the students have had their panties stolen. No bras or anything of particular value, just panties. At first they thought one of the older girls was playing a joke, but now no one knows what to think. The last theft was yesterday and the girls are unnerved. Finals are a few weeks away and this is a great distraction.'

We talked fees. I told Sissy that I wanted to interview the three students who were victims of the panties thief. She said she would try to set something up. She had the class schedules and would call me later after confirming with the girls. I asked her to show me around.

The house was a typical tract home, but there had been some room additions. There were five bedrooms, each with two beds, plus the master bedroom. The master bedroom was used by Sissy as an office and a bedroom. There was a pool in the backyard.

Who takes care of the pool?