Is there a better time and place to ask?
I walked into the back porch and dropped the basket. "Oh, laundry day, my favorite day of the week: I get to wash my girlfriend's panties," I mumbled, picking up a blue silk pair. I brought them over onto my face and rubbed them over it. I found myself twitching around and shedding a couple tears for a moment. "You know, Dahlia, you are supposed to put my underwear into the washer,"...Read On