Found them - an Adam & Eve catalog and a certain infamous issue of Penthouse - under the mattress. Of course the fucking mattress! Not because she was prying but because fitting a flat sheet proved troublesome. SO I asked for help, determined to have a well-made bed. Naturally her deft hand found the illicit items and with an "A-ha!" as she pulled them into view.
I honestly can't remember getting into trouble or what happened to said smut. Nor why I stuck said smut in the most proverbial hiding spot! Youthful foolishness, I guess.
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