Dancing In My Nuddy-Pants

Phoned Jas.
“Jas?”
“Oui.”
“Do you ever get the urge?”
“Pardon?”
“You know, to flow free and wild.”
She was thinking.
“Well, sometimes, when Tom and I are alone in the house together…”
“Yes…”
“We flick each other with flannels.”
“Jas, you keep talking on the telephone and I will send out for help.”
“It’s good fun… what you do is…”
“Jas, Jas, guess what I am doing now?”
“Are you dancing?”
“Yes, I am, my strange little pal. But what am I dancing in?”
“A bowl?”
“Jas, don’t be silly. Concentrate. Try to get the image of me flowing wild and free.”
“Are you dancing in… your PE knickers?”
“Non… I am DANCING IN MY NUDDY-PANTS!!!”
And we both laughed like loons on loon tablets.