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The jury is still out on whether or not my friends think I’ve lost it. Don’t get me wrong, I still like to think we live on Wisteria Lane, but my dysfunction has been “outed.” I’m definitely a Desperate Housewife now – and my ‘dirty’ laundry has been aired for all to see!
Step #2 to selling used underwear online: connect with potential buyers. Begin to connect with your potential clients. Identify the kind of clients whom you may share similarities in terms of tastes in color, design, material, etc. of the underwear. Initiate chat-based communication with them. That way you get to know willing buyers. Chat can be done through the online chat platform or by private messaging. All of my friends were long gone from this God- forsaken town, but I did not mind. I didn't have to work for a while yet, so I would stay up late watching TV or videos or playing my newly relocated PlayStation. After sleeping past noon, I would wake up and read some comic books, take a shower and then start my routine over again. I got along very well with my family, but we pretty much left each other alone when we were together. Pleasantries would be exchanged and then we would move on to our own business. And then there’s that. Sniffing the panty crotch implied I was concerned she was returning dirty underwear. Did I assume she didn’t wash them? What kind of friend did I think she was? Pa-Pa sent someone over alright. When I returned home later that day, I noticed I had a message on my answering machine. It was Tim, my Pesky Brother-in-Law. "Hi, Ree, " the message said. "Pa-Pa called to tell me your toilet was broken, so I swung by and took a look at it while you were gone. It’s fine—the chain had just fallen off and I fixed it; just wanted you to know."He wrapped his arms around my chest and pulled me closer. “More hugs for my little girl. Got it!” He said. I wonder if he noticed I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath that shirt.
In 2008, I had to take a job as a janitor. I never knew about the benefits of this job. Not long into the job, I found one of these benefits. What I said was true though, those past few weeks, all those interactions had been initiated by me, not him. I will do whatever is within my power to ensure that Tim will never again see the inverted crotch of my underwear. If I have to lie, steal, cheat, or kill…as God is my witness, I’ll never let Tim see my underwear again. No, I perform this (not so secret anymore) act on the tiny girl panties because there aren’t visual signs of dirtiness, and more importantly, I hate doing laundry and I hate washing clean clothes even more.After the first two weeks of my new life, something happened to me that hadn't happened to me since I was fourteen. I had a wet dream; and I awoke immediately. Having been nearly ten years since I experienced that specific sensation previously, I, of course, thought that I had pissed myself. My first thoughts centered on the possibility of a life spent in diapers. I thought it was the beginning of incontinence dominating my lifestyle. Then, my hand braved the long journey to my underwear to survey the extent of the damage. As I touched my underwear, I knew immediately what had really happened and thanked God I wasn't going to be in diapers quite yet. So, what’s mediocre mom to do when it’s time to wash laundry? Or when the kids complain they are out of panties, but you know they can’t be out of panties because three days ago you washed two loads of panties and where the hell are they? When I sat on his lap, his touch inched ever closer, until his warm hand covered the soft skin of my inner thigh and his thumb brushed the edge of my panties. Okay, this is the long story, of how it actually happened. Sorry if it's a little long, but I promise if you read both parts, that you will actually end up enjoying it. Here we go:
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