My new g-string

Cuba, Missouri
Don't ask.


Darling


I just wanted to tell you again how much I love my new g-string.


You’ll be pleased to know it’s had the desired effect.


It fell out of my purse yesterday and my husband looked at me with a question in his eyes.


Oh this? I said. It’s nothing. Just a g-string.


What would you want something like that for? he asked.


Don’t be silly, I said.


When did you get it? he persisted.


Yesterday, I said. When I was in the city.


How much does something like that cost, he said suspiciously. You know we’re on a budget.


I turned his annoying question aside. It was a gift, I said.


Really, he said, mollified.


This man doesn’t have a jealous bone in his body.


I put my g-string back in my purse and vowed I’d find it a good spot among my lingerie so I wouldn’t forget where it was when the time came to put it to good use.


Later that night, he said, so when were you going to tell me about it?


Oh, I said nonchalantly, I wasn’t.


He turned over and went to sleep.


I can’t wait to get my guitar out of storage.


Love
Betty