I was standing by the photocopy machine in the file room when my bra got the better of me.

You might think that an intelligent woman, such as myself, would be able to outsmart her underwear. But the twist in my bra was not easily fixed and was simply too much for me to bear. Nobody was around. I thought I’d be able to slip a hand inside my blouse, fix the twist and be ready to rumble… or at least, ready to finish photocopying.

Unfortunately, the twist was not as easy to finagle as I’d anticipated. I peeked out the doorway. There was nobody in the hallway. I probably ought to have slipped off to the bathroom to remedy the situation, but I was mid-project, and I didn’t want to pause the copy machine.

Quickly, I unbuttoned my blouse.

Then I peered out again. No one was... Read More