Today I was forced to go knickerless! With a denim dress on! Before you start thinking I'm a complete hussy without boundaries, I'll have you know it was Chocolate's fault. Either I sat on a piece of milk chocolate, or someone threw it down my dress (from behind) and it melted there.
When I had a most unconfortable feeling down there, I thought, oh no, it's period time, and ran to the bathroom just before the Brazil v Cote d'Ivoire game began. It took forever to clean off my dress with tissue paper, but the pants were unsalvageable. I had to chuck them - white ones, too.
My man was extremely excited about my commando-ness and proceeded to tell me how naughty he thought the whole affair was. No need to wonder about the outcome of that conversation!
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