I have two stories about women's underwear.

The first one is about a slightly fat aunt who lives upstairs in our house.

When my parents were at work and left me at home, my favorite thing was to play on the balcony, because at that time, there were cats on the balcony. I often played with cats there, and she never gave me notice to dry clothes. At that time, there was no washing machine to dry, so I could dry them directly. Several times, I got a head of water.

Later, I was really angry, but she taught me a lesson in my reasoning with her.

The more I...