Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Where Gentlemen Fear to Tread: Part 2

And so, while our heroine flittered off with the other nobles to make final preparations for the big event, Her Prince stepped, for the first time, into the forbidden land of Intimate Apparel . . . looking for panties.

In a moment he was surrounded by the strange, lifeless forms that grew there, a jungle-like morass, it seemed to him, of colors, textures and, uh, shapes. One of the local inhabitants was foraging nearby, but to his relief, paid him no heed.

He stood for a moment, settling, assessing, planning his attack. OK, he thought, confidence returning to his side. I can do this. After all, it’s for her.

But the dark powers that dwelt there had not yet arisen to meet him, and when they did, they were formidable. His breath grew quicker and shorter. His eyes darted to and fro, trying to see clearly and yet not too clearly. Confusion began to close its steely grip on his mind, and Dizziness swept its swirling madness over his senses . . .

But his heart stood fast. The Prize, it whispered. You must find The Prize . . . and then he did. It was there, settled among many others, waiting for him. That’s the one, his heart assured him, that’s the one. It must be, for after all, it was, you know, white.

He reached for it and carefully picked it up, the knight grasping the serpent, and in his hand it felt like . . . well, a lot like any other plastic-wrapped package. He moved as quickly as appeared proper to the check-out stand, paid for the thing, and walked out of that land at last, filling his lungs with the first breath of clean air in many a minute. He was alive, he was unscathed . . . and he had The Prize.

He was once again, The Hero.

Or so he thought.

More tomorrow . . .


  1. Your post made me laugh! If only more men knew how heroic these little tasks make them. My husband is also eternally patient and interested in my own creativity. I think it brings so much happiness to the life of a couple when each partner truly appreciates the other's interests--even if they don't entirely undertstand them. Great blog!

  2. Bill,
    Uh oh ~ Just when we thought all was right with the world... Now we must wait until tomorrow?

    My husband and I read this together. It had a special little twist for us, being the term "ladies underwares" is one of our expressions to one another per Gerard Depardieu (I'm hoping you've seen Green Card).

    What could The Hero possibly have encountered?

    My husband's comment to me: M'Lady, I believe you've found a new link to which I replied: Indeed M'Lord.

  3. I'm too scared to even imagine what you picked up!
    So funny. I keep holding my breath as I read it.

  4. God bless your heart! It takes much courage to enter the realm of "intimate apparel" and I'm sure that bfirst breath of air was wonderful!

  5. I am looking forward to the next instalment and I hope that you are feeling better soon!

    When you are, you have been TAGGED to tell 7 things about yourself (details on my blog if you're interested).
    Again, I hope you feel better soon,

  6. What happened to The Hero, what happened to tomorrow? We arrived with bated breath to find out...

    Until then,
    Tracie & Shayne


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