Rogue was folding laundry on the living room floor when her husband walked in through the front door. "Hey Sugah, think ya can help me finish these?" She asked nodding towards one of the baskets.
"O' course cher." Remy sat down and started pulling clothes out to fold.
After a few minutes went by a bright flash of color in the basket Rogue was emptying caught Remy's eye. Reaching over he grabbed the cloth from her pile and held it up in front of his face, finding it to be a neon pink, see through lace thong. Never in twenty years of marriage had he seen them on Rogue or off for that matter. Coming to the conclusion that she had just recently bought them as a surprise for him, a mischievous gleam entered his eyes. "So, when are yo' planning' to wear these fo' moi?" Wiggling his eyebrows, he aimed a smirk at his wife.
Having seen him pull out the underwear she thought to her self, 'This is goin' to be good.'
"Ah can't they're your daughter's." Rogue said in a dismissing tone.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh! No, no, no, no!" He threw the piece of cloth, 'Non, no' cloth, it's pieces of thread!' across the room and away from him. "When de 'ell did she start wearin' dose? Did yo' know she had dem? She's only sixteen she's no' allowed to wear stuff like dat, ever!" He shouted hysterically.
The voice of said daughter entered the room. "What's goin' on down here I'm on the phone!" Remy turned and pointed at his little girl. "Yo' !" "Meh?" She asked confused. "Yeah, yo'! Yo're grounded, no TV no computer no friends over and no shopping until yo're fifty!" "Maaaamaaa, did ya hear wat he jus' said? I didn't even do nothin' !"
Rogue sighed and got up from the floor where she had been trying to finish the task that had started the whole mess. She grabbed the underwear from the ground and showed them to her daughter. "Ya daddah found these and decided it was time ta give 'imself a heart attack." "Don' give dem back to her!" "Remy, shuddup."