The Politics of Panties
Even if you haven't, you've thought about it.
“Shit.” “Whatsa matter?” He rolls over, yawning. “Can't find my panties.” “Leave 'em in the Uber?” She snorts. “I wasn't that drunk. Was I?” “Let's fuck.” “Can't.” She shimmies into her skirt sans panties. “Gotta run, get ready for work.” “Maybe we can do it again ... Ellen?” “Yeah,” Ellen smiles, zipping her skirt. “Definitely, uh, um, oh fuck.” “Steve.” “Steve,” Ellen says. “Call me. Bye.” “You bet.” The door slams. Ste...