010314 #jonquil There was a lot of underwear in this load. His were wide, drab—boxers, exclusively. She tried on the idea of picturing them next to his crotch, his penis, his ass, but it didn't fit. There was something missing from it, a sweetness, the image was too coarse, too meaty, and it neither repulsed nor stirred up any hunger in her. She folded the tent-like cotton rectangle of it, and laid it on the pile.