The Case of the Noisy Undies.

I was in the study room downstairs, and had just started reading Political Economy (by John Eaton). Quiet room, it’s supposedly called. I heard some rather odd noises coming from outside the room. The laundry room is next door. It sounded like it could have been somebody’s zipper hitting against the dryer. We all know that sound. But. Maybe it was the acoustics, but it sounded too violent. It sounded like somebody was striking the building with a hammer. Or that there was a wrench in the dryer.

Curiousity got the best of me, and I went into the laundry room. The fifth one on the left, the one closest to the wall. 11 minutes remaining, permenant press. I had to know. I cracked it open, and waiting for it to stop spinning so the stranger’s clothes wouldn’t fly out.

A load of lights. Looked like colorful undies. Well, more than undies. Towel which masked some of the clothes. I was puzzled. What in there was causing all that noise? Talk about loud panties. I saw a bra peaking through. Was it the underwire? I feared moving around the clothes, looking for the offending item.

I felt like at any moment, the wearer of those clothes would walk in, and ask, “What are you doing?” I’d be like a little boy caught looking in on another girl’s panty drawer, with no rational explanation beyond sheer curiosity. For a split second, I considered stealing one of her panties. I do have an affinity for panties, especially pre-worn ones.

I closed the door to the dryer and reset the cycle, content to purge the thought. I’m not that bad, am I? *laughs* I imagined the girl discovering that she was missing one of her panties. “Some pervert stole one of my panties! I saw it when I put it in the dryer!” Or maybe she wouldn’t even notice immediately, only to wonder months later where that one panty wandered off to.

Anyway, reading that chapter didn’t take as long as I thought it would. I’m glad.

I’ve lost lots of panties over the years. I never notice right away that they’re even gone. I wonder where they all went?

PS- what would you have done with them?

you left a note on Crazy.Misfit’s diary and said you wanted people to take nekkid pictures of you… I’ll do it! And btw, when I said I would be here for you, I meant it. You were there for me the other night when I told you about my certain situation, so I’m here for you anytime. For ANYTHING

If she’s like me, she’d just think she’d lost the damn pair of panties to the dryer gods. I loose shit all the time like that, or used to, and I just assume it was all the machine’s fault. The dryer ate them. 😛 Glad you didn’t steal her panties, though, you perv. lol Just kiddin’!!

There are very basic standards of conduct, understood through common sense and self restraint. Opening a strangers laundry is inappropriate. And the thought of ‘stealing her panties’ shouldn’t have even occurred to you. It’s ok to try, you know. You don’t have to completely submit to perversion.

You are scandalous. HEHE you shoulda stole them all. Rarr

It would have been the underwire … darn things!! But excellent for uppityness … I live for underwired bras, and lightly padded too … wont wear anything else!

I’ll shut up before you balltap me. I found this to be quite humorous~ I dont care if you talk bout my smile. you’re not the only one that says its fake. *hugs* Love ya~ Katy ~

but for the record, it’s not fake. hehe ~

fuck that…I take my compliments BACK! you called me a noob. I’ll spell it how I want, you tool. oh, sorry…t00l.

“I’d be like a little boy caught looking in on another girl’s panty drawer” it shouldn’t be another girl’s. should just be girl’s. cuz the boy’s not a girl. so it’s not ANOTHER girl. ya moob.

well, I gotta do it SOMEway… ya know all us FOD gals have ZERO self esteem and … we’re all cutters and anorexics. Or fat. meh, I was just tryin to help you sound more cogent. see, I’m not even sure if I used that word in the right context. Correct ME if you want. Try it, it feels good. 😉

a. why haven’t you emailed me porn yet, ya froot? 2. yeah, but sometimes that’s nice. My favorite author right now…well, one of em…Poppy Z Brite is like you. SOOOO many details. It’s nice, though. feels like yer really there.

sending me porn – unless it’s particularly horrible – won’t deter me from pestering. I just like reading your stuff…what’s so wrong about that? sheeeeeeeit

oh rest of your note still confused as to whether you want me to leave you alone or not WHO CARES pester pester pester porn or not.

promise. I’ve actually been reading your thingie for a while. Just felt the urge to note you when I happened upon your psycho-scrawl entry.

aren’t… aren’t you already circumsised? that’s why you bought that machine thingy? to stretch it back or something equally asinine?

I concur – you do whatever it takes, bro.

I hoped to hear a dirtier story,like people where screwing in the laundry or something? Have you ever done that? Romped in the laundromat… it’s on my top ten ‘to do’ list, along with f*cking in an ice-creamery. Although, i’ve sworn off sex for awhile… begining to ponder why. I’d send you my panties, but i need all i can get, a few of mine have gone missing lately and i’m too poor to

replace them.