Recently, I had an encounter with a work colleague called Melinda which enabled me to sample some of her dirty underwear in her bathroom.
I initially found myself in her apartment after she asked me to diagnose a computer problem she was experiencing. I was only too happy to help as it happened and being on the way home, I made my way around after work one evening.
After about 30 minutes, it became clear that the problem would not be easy to fix in a hurry and I may need to stay awhile. Did I want to come back some other time?
I said no, but if some dinner could be arranged I would be happy to stay as long as was necessary.
Chicken casserole was decided as the meal of choice, which meant a trip to the supermarket for ingredients; in the meantime, I could continue to work on the troublesome computer.
Melinda headed out , and I sensed an irresistible window of opportunity as my curiosity completely got the better of me.
I knew exactly what I was looking for and headed immediately for the clothes washer, which alas was empty.
Next stop the bathroom and to my delight, the wicker hamper sat in the far corner in behind the shower recess.
Taking the lid off the hamper revealed it to be at least half full of dirty clothes; my heart and breathing raced as I began to flick through the garments.
Pants, socks, shirts and even a couple of very nice soft bras became invisible as I plucked out one, two and finally three pairs of Melinda's soiled underpants.
My heart nearly thumped out of my chest as I unfurled the prized possessions and began examining the inner gussets of each pair.