That day, it was dry with red and orange leaves, dusted off the ground, made some rustling noises as the claw cleaned the clutter. What was so good about the day was receiving a present, packed with post wrapping, sent as a parcel. In the mailbox, filled a decent sized box. Decent enough to have a musty flavor.
Before anything got off, the eagerness to open the package gushed beyond the roof of my home. Placing the package quickly didn't stop me from tearing open the wrapping and further plastic stiffness encountered below. Opened the final barrier to what was inside, hidden in deep wrappings.
On uncovering the box, I got a purple plastic wrapped stuff. Cutting the plastic under keen observation, with much attention not to chaff off the material inside, widely opened the mouth that I created. Finally, the fruit of untangling the post-office barriers, found a purple pair...
Not much of a hassle to identify, it was a pair of purple bras, lined with finely sown flowery shapes, embroidered with fine little pearls, with strings running on the shoulder and the back, and we'll be covered in the front to hold the breasts intact. Accompanied with it, was a pair of purple panties, with the waist as thin it could get, only to keep the little clothed back intact, with a string connecting the bridge to the front bottom of the crotch, enough to hide the hidden parts.
My careful observation got more concentrated in the design. Yet a thought hit my mind which shook me a bit. Looking it much closer, I found a pattern ringing in the thoughts, a pattern I well recognised as being something related to a transaction.The same transaction at the lingerie store, which I did...
I did that for a gift too. A gift which was wrapped in the most robust manner, especially in the purple container now gaping wide off the beautiful, royal vomit, which didn't judge my wallet, at least I thought so back then. That gaping alligator was the gift I sent to my fiance, living in the other town. The same gift came back...
