“Unravel your knickers, lady”
“It is all very easy because I have you. Unravel your knickers, lady.”
“Good, strong knickers underneath your nightgown will inhibit access to the fertile crescent.”
“I’ve got it!” he declared suddenly, snapping his fingers in triumph. “Take your knickers off.” “What?” Did that mean what I think it did? “Your knickers. You know—panties, underwear, muff-huggers, nasty nets—”
“My knickers are flashing.”
“It's fine. I'm fine. Unravel your boxer shorts.”