"I don't bathe you, I won't massage you, and I refuse to answer stupid, rhetorical questions." Surly replied, rummaging through the pile of dirty laundry that I was going to run in the washing machine after lunch. "Yeah, you would be the kind of tart to wear pink lacy knickers." He fished out a rubber ball-gag that had accidentally gotten packed with my clothing. "Whoa, mama! How do you wear this?" He placed his nose near it and sniffed loudly. "Am I supposed to wash it with your clothing?"