Let’s pretend …
Prim Miss Polly O’Pinion, Ph.D. (a personal pal of our very own MBA Jane) was poised at a picnic podium, preparing her presentation for the impending Paper Doll Parade when she perceived a poke at her posterior.
“Pardon me?” she puffed, plainly peeved.
Just as she peered over her shoulder to pin down the prankster, her petticoats were pulled down, practically to her periwinkle pumps—preposterous!