Their Underwear

Alice smiled knowingly. “Smell your underwear drawer,” she said.

I pulled open my top drawer and sniffed. Incense.

“Oh, yeah,” I said. “They booby-trapped our panties.”

Clever on their parts. We come home, slip on a pair of clean panties just before bed...they have an easy trigger and all night contact.

I smirked and nodded at Alice. “Good catch,” I said. “They’re going to be so disappointed.”

“I know,” said Alice. “Isn’t that a shame?”