I was having bereavment counselling after the death of my mum and the counsellor was a guy of similar age to me, and not unattractive. The sessions were very informal and we just sat in chairs facing one and other.During one session he excused himself to go to the loo, and when he came back and sat down his flies were undone. This made me somewhat uncomfortable and fidgety. I then felt something on the floor by my (fidgety) foot. I ooked down to find my thong on the floor! I shuffled it behind my feet hoping for a discreet moment to pick it up, all the while thinking how it happened. The trousers I was wearing had gathered tie bottoms, and the day before when I got undressed I took everything off at once and forgot about the thong! I dread to think what it would have looked like to anyone walking in - him with his flies undone, and me with my thong by my feet!