After reading about your nasty panty thieves, I was inspired to tell you this. Hope it helps.
When my family moved to D.C. in the early 90’s, my parents started traveling more and leaving me (at 19 or 20) and my brother (15 or 16) at home. Naturally we had parties, people drank, smoked tobacco & pot in the basement & we all had some harmless fun.
Well, after ditching college for the 2nd time, I decided to join the Navy. My parents kept my room for when I’d be able to come home(not often! I think I made it home twice in my Naval Career)and I obviously couldn’t take many clothes with me, so they stayed behind, too.
Fast forward several years later- back at home and working in the real world. My lil bro, sweet guy that he is, decided to tell me about one party he had soon after I had left for Great Mistakes, Il. Oh it was wild. One of his friends (not so amazingly called ‘Bad J.’ as opposed to is other friend the ‘Good J.’ ) decided to take his girlfriend up to my room. Ewwwwww…
I wondered if the bed linens were washed before I slept on them again. Double Ewwwwww.
Then he tells me that freaky Bad J. fessed up that he also wore my underwear!!!!!!!!! *gag* I don’t exactly know what kind of thing that was about, nor do I want to know, but he PUT THEM BACK in my drawer after wearing them!!!!! I had no clue which ones, and chances are I’d worn them since. I still get nauseated thinking about it now, and that was many years ago.
The moral of this story is, that there are worse things than having your underwear stolen. I wish mine were.
And obviously, if they turn up, wash them many times or else just trash em & buy some new ones!
Not so Darling Nikki 