She didn't own a swimsuit, so bra and panties had been her option.
Grabbing the bra and panties, she went to the living room and threw them into the fireplace.
He was about to pull on the bottoms when he wondered if she would wear panties to bed.
The front of the panties was low, but high enough to cover her scar.
Instead of designer thongs or flimsy lace things, Ethel wore the plainest of cotton panties, the type described by past generations as 'practical.'