“What color are your panties?""Excuse me?""You heard me.""Why?""Baby, if I'm going to take you into a room full of men wearing that dress, I'm damn well going to be the only one who knows the color of your panties.”
“Cut the crap and tell me what color panties you’re wearing.”
“Once I learned how to make pot holders out of multi-colored pieces of panty hose, but that doesn't seem quite on par.”
“What, no panty ripping today?" I tease. "What is it with you and panties anyway? What's your beef with them?" He lifts his head, grinning at me. "It's a love/hate relationship, baby. I love how they look on you. Hate that they're blocking my access." I giggle.”
“You bet your Grannie's Panties I will.”