Post by MARGARET DIETZ on Aug 25, 2014 5:23:22 GMT
"Impossible." Margaret rifled frantically through the clothing in her laundry basket, still hot from the dryer. A few stray hairs from her pony tail had fallen out of place and were resting uncomfortably on her neck. It wasn't enough to bother her away from the apparently pertinent task at hand, however. "Unacceptable!" She murmured to herself, then turned to the room at large.
"Excuse me." Her voice was loud enough to address anyone in the room, but she didn't care to shout. From her basket, she produced a lacy white bra with pink frills about the edges. Of all of the clothing she owned, it was probably the only thing that could be described as "cupcake-like." It had also been embarrassingly expensive for a single bra. "Has anyone seen the underwear that matches this bra? I refuse to accept that it's simply disappeared." "Panties," in this case, may have been a more accurate word than "underwear." She'd never claimed she wasn't shameless.
"Excuse me." Her voice was loud enough to address anyone in the room, but she didn't care to shout. From her basket, she produced a lacy white bra with pink frills about the edges. Of all of the clothing she owned, it was probably the only thing that could be described as "cupcake-like." It had also been embarrassingly expensive for a single bra. "Has anyone seen the underwear that matches this bra? I refuse to accept that it's simply disappeared." "Panties," in this case, may have been a more accurate word than "underwear." She'd never claimed she wasn't shameless.
