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I go shopping for used car parts and discover more -- too much more -- about the vehicle's previous owner.

So far, I've discovered a Playboy & more in this conversion van at the junk yard. Now I find a pair of panties...

One very small pair of black nylon panties, bikini style -- with lots of lace. I should drop them like they're on fire, but they are very, very clean looking. I start laughing.

Derek turns around and seeing me laughing holding panties he just raises his eyebrows at me.

"Oh my God, I wondered if he bought these just to masturbate in -- but with the fake tampon, it looks like Jimmy got himself a woman. A light-saber-playing, small-black-panty-wearing, Playboy-accepting woman who could tolerate the smell of Axe."

Hubby's not so impressed by my deductive reasoning -- or maybe it's that he's been thrown by something I said.

"Panties to masturbate in?"

"Yeah..."

"What?" he says with such a sweet, simple face that I have to take pity on him.

"You know, panties purchased just so you can come in them..."

"Who does that?!"

He's so shocked, I have to laugh. Then, I'll admit, I started feeling bad for the Jimmys and others in the world who do such things; so I had to defend them all.

"Hey, why come in your hand and wipe it off on a spooge-towel when you can use a pair of panties."

"Why on earth would anyone use panties for that?"

I can see where he'd headed: Nylon panties are not an absorbant material. Hubby's such a geek that he's thinking about the technical probabilities and he doesn't get what real role the panties play.

"Babe, the panties are part of the fantasy; not just the clean-up tool."

His expression makes it clear that he doesn't quite get it.

"Don't panties turn you on?" I ask him.

"Well, I like to see them on a woman -- but it's not the panties, it's the woman..."

"Yeah, but if you don't have a woman, wouldn't the panties help with the fantasy that she -- some woman -- is really there?"

He just stares.

"Never mind. It's hot here, let's get the other door off and skip how some guys get off," I say, more than a bit perturbed at how thick he can be sometimes.

Like a good husband, he knows what I am thinking but also (and more importantly, in this case) knows it's best to drop it.

Drop it just like a pair of panties in a nerd's van.