Scarfing It Up When She Can

She couldn't admit it aloud, but Fran got sort of a....tingly feeling, in her secret place....when she wore that specific pattern of plaid. But how could she confess her secret pleasure to Chad, her boyfriend of 2 years? He always dismissed her secrets as "girlish whims," and continued talking to his friend Tarquin as if she were a log in the fire, slowly, secretly burning...unnoticed, unloved. Oh exquisite plaid pattern! She would have her way with it, if only in her fantasies.