“Totally non-intrusive question here,” I said to Cristina, “how did Doug like the Hanky 
Pankies?’
She laughed. “I didn’t want to order them online because I wasn’t sure how they’d fit, so went to Nordstrom’s to get a couple pairs. Doug was a little unhappy about how much a plane ticket cost….but I mentioned I’d gotten two pair of Hanky Pankies. He didn’t know what they were even, kept talking about the plane ticket. I didn’t know the lace would be so soft.
“He really likes the leopard spotted ones!”
We shared a chuckle on the bike ride yesterday.
On the whole VPL* issue, one bashful reader, a “former Hanky Panky wearer,” wrote suggesting “boy cut” panties as a more comfortable solution. “’Natori’ or many other good solutions.”
Clearly the option of panties is…a personal choice.
At coffee Cristina was looking for suggestions for her twelfth wedding anniversary, coming up soon. In addition to my lingerie gig…pay, not so good…I’ve got a baby reputation for the creative, so I dialed up the thinking cap.
Cristina is a great cook. Many of us still dream about the stuffed peppers she made on the Biker Chicks trip. “How about fixing Doug a twelve course dinner!
“Course Twelve: Hanky Pankies!”
* Visible Panty Lines
