An hour later I go downstairs to give him his mail, and as I walk up I can overhear his conversation. He's telling the other person that they need to rally the boys and go out clubbing next week (his wife and kids are going on vacation, he's catching up with them a few days later so he can 'work'). On his computer screen are a bunch of pictures of nearly nekkid ladies, and I assume it's the splash page for whatever trashy club he's headed to. I start coughing and rustling papers in an effort to make him stop, which he does, shutting down the club's page to reveal a porno playing on the screen behind it. At this point I turn around and leave the basement in order to save him (and myself) the embaressment.
If I find womens underwear under the bed next week, what should I do?

















