All the fault of the thong

By now the heat had passed and the first colds were making themselves felt. In spite of myself, I began to pull out my first autumn clothes. The same thing did Maria, my wife. Both of us with sadness in our hearts put away light shirts, t-shirts, shorts, etc. to make room for wool sweaters and other heavy garments. Lastly, as always, Maria pulled out her pantyhose: she always said that wearing them meant saying goodbye to the beautiful days…