An example

Every man's worst nightmare

The night wasn’t dark or stormy, but Harold’s face was. On the bed, Ethel, convulsed with giggles, pointed between his legs, speechless. Humiliated, he turned, catching a glimpse of white in the mirror. He looked down, blushed, grinned. Caught in his pubic curls, the label from his new underpants: “Handwash separately. Don’t dry clean”