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Bounding down the stairs to the basement was a blonde haired, plump housewife by name of Mary Beth, carrying a heavy load of laundry under one arm. With a grimace and a grunt, Mary Beth trudged towards the washing machine and set the big hamper down on the floor.
She lifted the lid and grabbed the detergent, pouring it in dutifully as she had been for years. As she poured in the softener, she couldn’t help but think about how much she hated this particular chore compared to all the others. The other chores could be a hassle, but Mary Beth had a special enmity for laundry; working in the stuffy, hot basement and lifting wet, heavy laundry was one of the low parts of her week. She had to make sure the whites didn’t get mixed with the colors, make sure she used the right temperature of water lest there was shrinkage, and Lord forbid if there was anything left in the pockets. Then came the dryer and she could spend hours trying to find all the socks.
It was times like this she wished there was a way to skip the whole laundry deal but of course there was nothing that could be done, right? Her family had clothes that needed cleaning and there was no way to get around that. To get rid of laundry day would mean having to get rid of the clothes themselves.
She looked at the load she had to wash and then mulled over that one thought: ‘Get rid of the clothes themselves.’ Suddenly the gears were turning in her head…
Later that evening, Mary Beth’s husband Patrick entered the family home and walked towards the kitchen. Patrick firmly believed that his wife was one of the best cooks in the world, with evening dinner being the highlight of his day. He practically salivated as he smelled Tuesday’s meatloaf cooking in the oven.
Once in the kitchen, Patrick was caught off guard by what he saw; it was his beloved wife setting the table, completely nude.
“Sweetheart, what in Heaven’s name are you doing!?” Patrick yelped.
“Oh dearie, glad you made it home, I’m just about to have dinner ready!” Mary Beth replied as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
“Well, I can see that honey pie but I’m wondering why you’re up and about in your birthday suit,” her husband said. “Is it a hanky panky kind of night?”
“Oh, nothing like that at dinner table silly! We eat here and do our heavy petting in the bedroom,” giggled the naked woman.
“Well not that I mind seeing your lovely figure in the buff,” Patrick said sincerely, eyeing up his spouse, “But what possessed you to go nude like this?”
Mary Beth put her hands on her hips and smiled. “Every once in a while, you have a moment where you just can’t help but go, ‘Clothes? Who needs ‘em!’ And I’m thinking, we really won’t be needing them around here…”