Thursday, June 25, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Just my luck
So she rushes out of her house last week, as usual.. always late to work. Before she shuts the door, her housemate calls out her name, “Kathy”!...
“Ya”?, she turns around. “pull up your skirt”! “I can see your thongs”. Kathy reached out to the back of her skirt and tugged up her skirt while trying to balance her half a ton laptop on her back, handbag in one hand and having to calm down her ADHD dog with the other hand.
So the fact that she was indeed wearing thongs on that day was confirmed. In fact, she even remembers what color it was- purple, and fit.
Work was quiet that day, there wasn’t anyone in the office but her. She sat in her chair quietly as the time passed by slowly. Lunch time was something to look forward to. 1.30pm sharp, she picked up her 100 baht bag and locked up the office, walked down the stairs and headed out. As she was walking, she felt cold wind blow against her skirt, and for some reason… the cold air didn’t stop at the flair…it moved up…. all the way up where the sun don’t shine.
Kathy placed her right hand over her but cheeks discretely, hoping that none of the annas from the Tamil CD shop below her office would notice her touching herself. Confused was exactly what she was, not quite sure how to process what she had just realized. The cheeks were smooth all the way to the top, no string on top and no string in between. Oh my.Where the fuck was her panties??? Where???? I mean… what the hell could have happened to it??? It was there a few hours ago, and it was gone.
She stood there in shock, looked around and checked her ankle to see if she might have been dragging her purple thongs throughout Masjid India. The fact that that she was gonna spend the whole day without panties in Masjid India wasn’t the issue. Quite traumatizing it was imagining the creepiest possible way that she could have lost her panties in Masjid India, and worst case scenarios- If there was a sanitary pad attached to it!!!!
Panties thoyol maybe? Coz she remembered one of her colleague telling her how one of her bra strap had unhooked, FRONT and BACK and slipped all the way through her long sleeved blouse and fell out on the roads of Masjid India.
Nothing could ever surprise Kathy again. She took pulling a “Kathy” to a whole different level. Her mother always told her that she would loose her panties someday. Well, I guess I just proved that it wasn’t just a figure of speech… at least one person saw it coming. Like there isn’t enough to think about in life, now she even has to think about ways to safeguard her panties before walking out the door.
Kudos Kathy, Kudos.
“Ya”?, she turns around. “pull up your skirt”! “I can see your thongs”. Kathy reached out to the back of her skirt and tugged up her skirt while trying to balance her half a ton laptop on her back, handbag in one hand and having to calm down her ADHD dog with the other hand.
So the fact that she was indeed wearing thongs on that day was confirmed. In fact, she even remembers what color it was- purple, and fit.
Work was quiet that day, there wasn’t anyone in the office but her. She sat in her chair quietly as the time passed by slowly. Lunch time was something to look forward to. 1.30pm sharp, she picked up her 100 baht bag and locked up the office, walked down the stairs and headed out. As she was walking, she felt cold wind blow against her skirt, and for some reason… the cold air didn’t stop at the flair…it moved up…. all the way up where the sun don’t shine.
Kathy placed her right hand over her but cheeks discretely, hoping that none of the annas from the Tamil CD shop below her office would notice her touching herself. Confused was exactly what she was, not quite sure how to process what she had just realized. The cheeks were smooth all the way to the top, no string on top and no string in between. Oh my.Where the fuck was her panties??? Where???? I mean… what the hell could have happened to it??? It was there a few hours ago, and it was gone.
She stood there in shock, looked around and checked her ankle to see if she might have been dragging her purple thongs throughout Masjid India. The fact that that she was gonna spend the whole day without panties in Masjid India wasn’t the issue. Quite traumatizing it was imagining the creepiest possible way that she could have lost her panties in Masjid India, and worst case scenarios- If there was a sanitary pad attached to it!!!!
Panties thoyol maybe? Coz she remembered one of her colleague telling her how one of her bra strap had unhooked, FRONT and BACK and slipped all the way through her long sleeved blouse and fell out on the roads of Masjid India.
Nothing could ever surprise Kathy again. She took pulling a “Kathy” to a whole different level. Her mother always told her that she would loose her panties someday. Well, I guess I just proved that it wasn’t just a figure of speech… at least one person saw it coming. Like there isn’t enough to think about in life, now she even has to think about ways to safeguard her panties before walking out the door.
Kudos Kathy, Kudos.
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