La Reine des Culottes

Every morning, the drying rack tells a story.

And his neighbour's story, told in lace bras and delicate lingerie, has been getting harder and harder to ignore. Is she doing it on purpose? Nobody hangs underwear like that by accident. Or do they?

Then one day, a pair of panties floats down to his patio. And he has a decision to make.

The only polite thing to do, obviously, is return them.

This is a romantic and kind of cute fetish confession about desire, culottes, and the elaborate dance two neighbours do when neither of them wants to be the first to admit what's actually going on.