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Good early morning,
Weirdest thing happened to me just now. I recently moved into a ground floor apartment. Weird enough. It gets worse. It is where my sister had been staying, and I took it over from her (and pushed her out onto the street outside, thanks so much Sissy! No. Im not into that). I saw her this weekend, she stayed Friday night thru 5am today--and, force of habit? Not sure, but when I did my laundry just now, there were three of her things in the laundry pile. Huh. Okay. Fine. I will do your laundry for ya. After all, what are little brothers for? (Which laundry detergent do you prefer, Sis? All, Purex, or Gain?)

So all done. Now comes the hanging, and you can see down into the courtyard of my place from the floor above. Im at the tiny clothesline, my hen Kato pecking at my feet. Im hanging up the washing--specifically Im hanging Jessica's socks, gym pants, then her, well, bra, and I you bet, it's then that I feel eyes. I glance up, and on the balcony kind of above, there's a lady looking down at me, about 40s or so, clutching a grey cat to her chest. Then there's this weird awkward unrestrained silence between us. Heck. We've just seen each other and know it. What now? And she's not blinking (nor the cat, and both are looking at me with grand suspicion as there I was, suspended beneath her, with bra in one hand, peg in the other). What do I do now? Say good morning? Then, THEN she part turns on a heel, about to go back indoors, but not before she gives this inscrutable smile--and winks! Miss Smarty Cat Pants winked at me! What is that?

Im not a cross-dresser! I own a chicken for goodness sake! Im not that kind of boy, ask any girl! (Sounds like a country song). And I've never tried it on, but I know I don't look good in make-up! So whatever 'romantic misunderstanding' just took place, it's all squarely on you, Jess. (But, on the other hand, your laundry should be folded and ready for you to pick up around noon, okay? $5 for delivery).
 
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Good early morning,
Weirdest thing happened to me just now. I recently moved into a ground floor apartment. Weird enough. It gets worse. It is where my sister had been staying, and I took it over from her (and pushed her out onto the street outside, thanks so much Sissy! No. Im not into that). I saw her this weekend, she stayed Friday night thru 5am today--and, force of habit? Not sure, but when I did my laundry just now, there were three of her things in the laundry pile. Huh. Okay. Fine. I will do your laundry for ya. After all, what are little brothers for? (Which laundry detergent do you prefer, Sis? All, Purex, or Gain?)

So all done. Now comes the hanging, and you can see down into the courtyard of my place from the floor above. Im at the tiny clothesline, my hen Kato pecking at my feet. Im hanging up the washing--specifically Im hanging Jessica's socks, gym pants, then her, well, bra, and I you bet, it's then that I feel eyes. I glance up, and on the balcony kind of above, there's a lady looking down at me, about 40s or so, clutching a grey cat to her chest. Then there's this weird awkward unrestrained silence between us. Heck. We've just seen each other and know it. What now? And she's not blinking (nor the cat, and both are looking at me with grand suspicion as there I was, suspended beneath her, with bra in one hand, peg in the other). What do I do now? Say good morning? Then, THEN she part turns on a heel, about to go back indoors, but not before she gives this inscrutable smile--and winks! Miss Smarty Cat Pants winked at me! What is that?

Im not a cross-dresser! I own a chicken for goodness sake! Im not that kind of boy, ask any girl! (Sounds like a country song). And I've never tried it on, but I know I don't look good in make-up! So whatever 'romantic misunderstanding' just took place, it's all squarely on you, Jess. (But, on the other hand, your laundry should be folded and ready for you to pick up around noon, okay? $5 for delivery).
Think about how much more awkward it could've been had your sister's hot pink thong been hooked on your finger about to be pinned to the line when Miss Smarty Cat Pants was watching.
 
Think about how much more awkward it could've been had your sister's hot pink thong been hooked on your finger about to be pinned to the line when Miss Smarty Cat Pants was watching.
I guess there are always deeper dark spots--haha and especially if I had been swinging said thong on a fingertip, singing something only fit for that kind of float, and that kind of parade--c'est accomplis!- she would have stuck her said eyes out, and dropped said cat!
 
Might I be so brash as to add that bra twarnt small neither, be like twin flags of distant Camelot waving in the breeze--and I know on fetching it, Cat Pants is gonna be on up there shooting me winkies. I keep needing to go out there and get the washing in but keep asking myself, "Is it dark enough yet? Is it dark enough yet?" 😫
 

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