
Not the panties in question. (c) Peloponnesian Folklore Foundation
A few weeks ago I got home in the afternoon and started doing the laundry. As I was throwing clothes into the washer, one of the socks overshot the machine and went down between the wall and the washer. I grabbed a broom and fished it out, and along with the sock I found a pair of lacy black panties. I threw both into the washer without thinking and hit the start button and walked away.
That evening I folded the clothes, and put Rina’s on her side of the bed. About an hour later I was in Henry’s room and she came in looking serious and said, “I need to talk to you about something.” And thus we began another one of our typical conversations.




