A girl came up to me in a bar - short skirt, тiтs like ripe fruit, hair in a pony tail.
“What would you say if I told you I was wearing no underwear?” she breathed.
“I’d say ‘neither am I’.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Really? I’m wearing none because it gives men like you…” she licked her lips, “easy access…”
“Oh?” I replied. “I’ve got none on because I shat myself in the gents.”