published in Volume 1, Issue 4 on September 15th, 1994
It was while she was sorting the laundry on Sunday morning that she noted that all of her panties were gone. There was nothing frilly about them, no sexy codes they adhered to - simple black cotton bikinis. No reason for anyone to want to add them to some amazing collection. Still they were not there. Not a pair remained. And where could they have vanished. The man who came to dinner last night left early, clicking his heels at the door. Had he visited the bathroom, rummaged through the hamper, stuffed his pockets with underwear? This is what we have come to, she said to the first drawer of her cupboard - propriety at dinner/ true passion alone in our beds - both for me and my guest.