Standing in our front hall the other morning, about to head out to work, I noticed something poking out from behind the radiator. I reached down to pull out the offending object, and this is what I found:

abandoned-knickers

Elementary, my dear Haron. They’re not yours, so I deduce that they were left there during one of the get-togethers we’ve had with kinky friends since moving in.

Needless to say, I am most disappointed in whichever young lady is to blame. Would the owner of the garment in question please own up, explain how your underwear came to have been removed in our hallway and left behind our radiator, and report to my study next time you visit so that I may deal the matter before returning your knickers?