
What Goes On
I have a week to go. Came in this morning and well … sent this email out not long after.
SUBJECT: FOUND ITEM ON MY OFFICE FLOOR
One “used” or rather, “worn,” black THONG. Not shoe - underwear.
If you’re the one who was having fun after hours near (please, not ON!) my desk, you can come and claim it. It’s in Steve’s trash barrel, because he’s out today.
Donna
Update: my coworker suggested we take a “scene of the crime” pic.

Trash!

Oh dear, Donna…maybe it was a hint?
“Used” thong?
Anyway, if you were a guy that e-mail would have a completely different tone. Or rather, it wouldn’t have been sent.
you sure it’s not yours? from your other personality Sassy? oops! shouldn’t have mentioned that here…sorry….
As if Sassy would even wear such hideous underthings.
Uhhhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmmmm, Donna?
Can I have my thong back?