On a String

My first experience of living on my own was with Amanda, who was a really fun and outgoing girl and we had a lot of fun exploring our new found freedom. As a short amount of time passed from when we moved in together I started to notice some of my clothes missing. Specifically my underwear (including my new Victoria Secret g-string). I searched for my missing undergarment for over a week and still came up empty handed. I thought I’d  have a little peek around her room to make sure she wasn’t becoming a collector of my possessions.

She had a waterbed with storage drawers underneath. It took a little bit of self convincing for me to open these drawers because she was my friend and I am an honest and trusting person. I finally opened the first drawer and it had some jeans in it. Then I moved to the second drawer and low and behold there was my missing butt floss! I was holding my garment between two fingers in disgust and looked down only to notice that nine OTHER pairs of my underwear were in her drawer! I gasped in disgust and gathered all of my possessions and ran into my bedroom.

I was totally boggled by this and tried to have an open mind about what had just happened. I tried making excuses for her like maybe our laundry got mixed up and she didn’t notice and just threw them in her drawer not noticing. About a day later I noticed my hair straightened was missing so I got a little paranoid and hid all the underwear that I found in her drawer in my mattress. I had a boyfriend at this time so I wasn’t at the apartment very often other then to shower or change. Less than a week after I hid the underwear I went back to check on it. Sure enough it was gone.

I went into her room again, while she was work, and checked the same drawer only to find it there again. I took back my underwear and threw it away. When I confronted Amanda she denied my accusations. I’m pretty sure my underwear didn’t grow legs and walk from my drawer down the hallway to her drawer. Immediately after that happened I moved out.