I went to the doctor this morning. Nothing nasty [I think I’m dying, everybody else including my doctor thinks I am not] I am a born worrier.
So I get in there and the very nice women doctor wants to examine me. What! I only came in for a chat about my symptoms.
The next thing, she wants to examine my tummy. So I get on the couch and unbutton my belt and lower my trousers [That’s pants in the U.S. I think]
Now she starts pocking away and the top of my silk hand made panties are clearly visible.
The funny thing is, if she had asked me where I shop for my panties I would have told her and not have been in the least bit embarrassed.
But she didn’t show the slightest interest. She just got on with the examination.
Then she wanted to examine the place where the sun don’t shine!
Now she not only knows I wear panties but the make of them as well.
Isn’t life a scream girls.