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Steve stood holding his laundry basket at his back door, wearing only his classic white briefs. The sun was shining, and it was very warm with a gentle breeze, a perfect way to dry his briefs on the line in the garden, he thought. Standing by the line, he clipped each pair carefully, making sure the waistbands were straight. The breeze caught them, filling the cotton like little sails. Steve liked things neat. He liked th...