Arriving back home, she tries them on under a short skirt and then heads down to the lounge where she sits down on the sofa opposite her husband, who is busy reading the evening newspaper.
Every now and then, at strategic moments, she uncrosses her legs, eventually leading to her husband looking up, raising his eyebrow, and asking quizzically, “Are you wearing crotchless panties my dear?”
Smiling, she seductively half-whispers, “Yes – why does it turn you on?”
“Whew,” replied the husband. “For a minute there I thought you’d been sitting on top of the cat for the last twenty minutes!”
According to the coroner, he never heard the gunshot.