Dear Penthouse,
I folded my last Astros t-shirt and glanced up at the clock in the laundry room as I picked up my basket. I realized I'd have to hustle to see the first pitch. As I turned to the door I saw the cute blonde from apartment 512 backing her way into the laundry room, struggling with an overflowing basket. I put down my own basket and made it over to her just as she turned around. 'Here, let me help you with that,' I offered.
She started in surprise and then reddened a bit. As I backed up to set her basket down on the folding table I saw that instead of the tomboyish, cut-off denim shorts she usually wore around the complex she was in a pair of Hello Kitty sleeping shorts that were at least a size too small. I eyed her up and down approvingly as she squirmed in embarrassment.
'So,' I started casually, nodding my head at her basket that I now realized was more than half full with lacy lingerie, 'Laundry day?'