In absentia

Arriving home there was a small explosion of parcels on the bench. Some underwear had arrived. Honestly one is having more luck buying lingerie on the net than one has ever had in the shops. What normally happens there is one walks into the changing room with six items and if one is very lucky there might be one that fits. The notable exception to this rule seems to be Simone Perele. Mutters of course Pink and Perk have expensive taste... they aren't paying for them.

On line though, the strike rate is much higher, to the tune of only two rejects in twenty odd orders. It would seem that British and European companies design for a much fuller breast than they do down here. It is worth noting that the European companies seem to make their pants smaller than their British counterparts though. Maybe all those pastries and rich carbohydrate foods aren't as bad as we have been led to believe J

Anyway back to the explosion of underwear...

Surveying the mess one realised that somehow He had still managed to rummage through one's knickers...

Even though one hadn't even been there for the experience...

And for some reason one didn't feel any less violated.