by wilkes
© 1999 deborah wilkes, all rights reserved
with a laugh, a half grin, and a shine in her eyes,she asked,"so tell me what is the secret?"
nancy twirled her hair, pushed her glasses up on her nose. " it's the underware. it's pretty, different colors"
" And " , sue jumped in , no one knows she is wearing it."
" then why spend all that money on it?", tammy's working class sensibilities were ruffled.
"so she can flash it to good looking men and then she will know the men will be lusting for her , all through her day at the office. you see," sue continued, " the secret isn't the underwear at all. It's knowing you have the powr to fuel lust."
" does everything have to be about a man?" nancy's face began to flush. she slipped her foot back into her berkenstocks and crossed her unshaven legs. " can't a person have colored underwear and good boundries too?", nancy asked defensively.
" i would not spend twelve dollars on a pair of underpants, if my boundries were all that good, i'm sorry." tammy said as she stubbed out her cigarette. " white cotton , three for five dollars, elastic frayed, tear on the side, are fine for good boundries nancy."
" What if it isn't about a man," Sue said thoughtfully. " what if victoria is gay?"
" Aahh," said Tammy," and the secret is that she can't let the straight women know so they will keep spending money on her expensive underwear, "
" Of course," said Sue, " it's much too threatening for women to buy intimate appearal at a place of buisiness owned by a lesbian."
" And for us," said nancy. well it's wrong to buy sexy underwear, to be seductive to another woman. i want a woman to love me for my mind."
Moira still sat with a half grin and a shine in her eyes. She hoped she wouldn't be in an accident. She had no underwear on at all.