She handed me the bag, “A gift, for you.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re supposed to wear it.”
I looked in the bag. A tiny sliver of fabric was inside. “What the heck is it? A flag?”
“No, silly. It’s a thong.”
“A what?”
“Thong underwear.” She laughed, “You wear it like regular underwear.”
I stared at the sliver of material. “How do you wear this?”
She grabbed it, held it up to me, “This is the front.”
“Oh.” I took the material, examined it. “That means this goes up my ass, right?”
“Yep.”
“Now. Why am I supposed to wear this?”
Oh, the evil grin she wore. “Because it’s sexy. And I want to see you in it.” She poked my shoulder, “And you did say you want to better understand what women go through in life.”
I stared at the tiny sliver of fabric. “Women wear these…Thong things?”
“Yeah. All the time. It’s how we get no panty lines on our butts.” She patted her butt cheeks. “See?”
“But…” Wearing a strip of cloth in your butt crack all day couldn’t be any fun. And that cloth sure as hell would have… An air all it’s own…
“No buts.” She giggled. “Go put that sucker on, and when you get home tonight, you can show it off to me.”
I wandered to the bathroom to do as she’d wished. “Some things, perhaps, are just not worth understanding.”
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I wrote this for Siobhan Muir‘s #ThursThreads, Week 151. Please go read all the entries in this week’s #ThursThreads. They are good reading.
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