Kristie, her husband Thompson and their 8-year-old son Jake were happily living in their house in the suburbs. Their life was magical as if it was heavenly. But that was until their new neighbour Lisa moved in next door.
Kristie was shocked when she saw the panties of her neighbour, when she looked outside from her son’s bedroom. They were right in front of Jake’s bedroom window.
“Mom, why does Mrs. Lisa have her underwear outside?” Jake asked then.
“Maybe my Hulk undies could make friends with her pink ones!” Jake wondered with his innocent mind. Kristie needed to do something.
This kept going for weeks. Kristie would keep Jake’s eyes closed against the panties outside of his bedroom window.
She had enough and decided to talk with Lisa. When Kristie knocked the door, Lisa greeted her with a smile.
Kristie then explained the situation with Lisa’s panties. How her son was asking weird questions, and that she didn’t want her son to think about thongs in his early ages. Lisa laughed, and stated that maybe Kristie should have the confidence to wear something more feminine, instead of her baggy clothes.
“Oh, honey. They’re just clothes! It’s not like I’m hanging up nuclear launch codes. Although, between you and me, my leopard print bikini bottoms are pretty explosive!” Lisa said then.
“I understand, but Jake is only eight. He’s curious. This morning, he asked if he could hang his Superman undies next to your, uh, ‘crime-fighting gear’.”
“Well, then, sounds like a perfect opportunity for some education. You’re welcome! I’m practically running a public service here. And why should I care about your son? It’s my yard. Toughen up!”
Then Lisa shut the door on Kristie’s face. It was on now. The war had started.
Then Kristie went back home, and sew the biggest granny panties she could. It was so big that aliens from another planet could see it once it was on the outside. When Lisa was not at home, Kristie hung the underwear right outside of Lisa’s living room window.
When Lisa returned, she was shocked to see flamingo decorated granny panties. “WHAT THE HELL…??” She squeak. When Kristie heard her, she went on her porch and said, “Oh, hi Lisa! Doing some redecorating? I love what you’ve done with the place. Very avant-garde.”
Lisa blamed Kristie. Then Kristie stated that she just hung some laundry out. “This isn’t laundry! This is… this is…”
Then Kristie completed her sentence, “A learning opportunity?”
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