Page 31 of Pelvic Flaws

“Is that what you’re wearing?” Annie nodded at the clothes laid out on my bed.

“Is it okay?” I looked at my daughter warily, hoping that she agreed.

“Yeah, you’ll look lit.”

Mandy and I looked at each other and frowned.

“Trust me,” Annie laughed. “It’s a good thing.”

“Okay then,” Mandy said with a shrug of her shoulders. “Undies.”

“Ugh, that’s my cue to leave.” Annie shuddered and leaned in to kiss my cheek. “You’ll look amazing, Mum, and Dex will think you’re really hot.”

“Aww thanks, Annie.”

“Right,” she said, opening the door. “I’m ordering Chinese for me and Isaac, I’m guessing you don’t want anything.”

I shook my head. “There’s cash in my purse.”

Annie grinned. “No need. Isaac’s paying from the money Dex paid him. You want to stay, Mandy.”

“No thanks, love. We’re ordering takeaway ourselves later, seeing as the boys are both out, we thought we’d have some nice food, a bottle of wine...you know.” Mandy winked at me and grinned.

“Shit, I’ve interrupted your sexy night in.”

As Mandy waved me away, Annie grimaced and left the room.

“You needed me,” Mandy said, as the door closed. “Jim was fine about it. The boys aren’t going out until about nine anyway. You know what it’s like, pre-drinks at a friend’s house first.”

“I know,” I replied, shaking my head in disbelief. “What happened to going out at eight, getting as pissed as you could on a mix of white wine and Southern Comfort, and then mine sweeping once you got into the night club?”

“Date rape drugs is what happened to mine sweeping, and buying a bottle of imported supermarket vodka is cheaper than paying for a poxy measure in those over designed, soulless pubs that you get nowadays.”

I started to giggle. “Shit, we’re starting to sound like our parents, never mind dance like them.”

“I know, I even said to Max the other day, ‘I remember this song when it was out the first time’. He looked at me as though I was ancient.”

I sighed and glanced at myself in the mirror. “Unfortunately, Mandy, we are.”

We enjoyed a moment of quiet contemplation and then Mandy reached for a paper carrier bag that I hadn’t noticed before. She looked inside, pulled out a couple of pieces of lace and threw them at me.

Fumbling, I caught them and held out a bra and the skimpiest pair of knickers I’d ever seen.

“We’re the same size, more or less,” Mandy said. “The cup size might be a little small, but we’ll see.”

I look at the underwear and saw the labels were still attached. “Mandy, I can’t take these. You bought them to try and sex Jim up.”

That thought did make me feel a little odd. Could I wear undies that had been purchased with the sole purpose of raising a hard on from my friend’s husband.

Mandy waved me away. “I bought another four pairs, don’t worry. Plus, he has no problem getting sexed up, I just fancied wearing something nice for him.”

That made me feel a little better, but I still had a vision of Jim in my head, so pushing it away, I examined the underwear. It really was very pretty and matching – I hadn’t had matching underwear for years.

“At least let me pay for them,” I said, knowing they must have been expensive, the quality was so good.

“Nope. Call it my date present to you.”

“Mandy. It’s not like he’s even going to see it.”

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