In which lingere wisdom is very much imparted.
Reality and the Man Who Wore Lingerie
Hal was dressed beautifully, one might even say regally in his satin blue nightgown as he sat by the window and sipped at his morning coffee (or perhaps it was tea.) Anyway, he was most certainly nibbling at a piece of toast when a shadow fell across the paper he had been perusing, obscuring the heinous details of a recent slaughter in some far off land.
Reality and the Man Who Wore A Bra
It was a sunny Saturday morning and Reality was lurking in a hydrangea bush whilst it stared through the blinds of Steve’s humble first floor apartment. The blinds were drawn, which dissuaded most prying eyes, however to Reality, the spaces between the blinds were as wide as the rings of Saturn and it could see Steve as clearly as if they had been standing no more than a carbon atom’s breadth apart from one another.
Bob had hesitated about buying panties online for a long time. One never knew where the panties had been, or the real quality of them. After all, he had heard about Nigerian scammers and the people selling illicit prescription medication, which later on turned out to be sugar pulls and secretly, he was a little afraid that if he should purchase a pair of lovely lacy panties online, all he would receive in the mail would be a disappointing cotton handkerchief.
The Mystery of the Man in the Diamante Panties
It had been several months since I saw my friend, the Abbess of Scottsbury, due to a falling out over the heritage of a china bone tea set in her possession. The lady insisted it hailed from the orient and was a valuable artifact which had withstood the ages, however I prevailed that it had been mocked up in the village less than a year ago. The Abbess was always a dull witted soul, but she did not allow her lack of mental prowess to stand in the way of certainty in her suppositions. Thus I was cast out of her favors with barely a crust of bread to dip in my soup.
The Tale of Spider Silk Lingerie
For years, Mortimer had dreamed of wearing women’s lingerie. Unfortunately, his wife Deirdre was less than supportive of the whole idea. Less than supportive was a bit of an understatement really, she was vigorously anti the idea of him owning anything remotely shiny or satiny or soft and she seemed to have a nose for any lingerie he would buy and secrete about the house.
The Parable of The Beige Brassiere
Once there was a man who always spoke in parables. We nailed him to a tree and then spent the next two thousand years regretting our harsh actions, so I make it a point to only occasionally speak in parables. This is the parable of the beige brassiere, feel free to form a cult like following around it.
