Pants for the ladies were strictly immoral. But so were mini skirts. Can't win for losing
I'm sensing a splinter in 3....2....1....
As a youth of 14 I was enlisted (read that "fortunate enough") to assist a very comely lass, 3 years my elder, who, clad only in a microscopic (for the day) bikini, had the misfortune of alighting atop a rather rustic, lakeside picnic table. A quick turn, on her part, resulted in a stunningly long splinter, in her.....part.
My duty was clear.....as the only party present with a large fixed blade knife, I carefully cut the offending spear loose from the tabletop, so as to more delicately remove it from it's current repository. This was made all the more difficult by the eyefuls I was being presented with, due to her nervous shaking (she could have been cold, as she was soaking wet) and fidgeting. I'm not sure, to this day, which of us was more nervous, but my technique must have inspired confidence, in her mind, as, once freed, she chose me to handle the, um......indelicate withdrawal procedure.
After I disentangling her swimsuit from the dart, she tossed them, in order to give me a clearer view.
Boy,....did she give me a clearer view....
I suggested calling for professional medical assistance, but her distress led her to insist on an immediate removal.
I complied, but dispatched two of her girlfriends to summon an ambulance, anyway.
I withdrew an 11" piece of silvered cedar, which had pierced her right lower buttock, transited through an extremely delicate outer portion of her unmentionable, and deeply imbedded itself in her left buttock.
I can't imagine the force of her movement, to cause this level of trauma, pushing an admittedly razor sharp spike of wood through 2" of muscle, some amount of....ahem, and 5" of more muscle, but she must have been hell in a Twist Contest!
Came out cleanly, little blood. She was obviously still experiencing great pain, but to a much lesser degree.
She thanked me, and apologized in case she embarrassed me, as the EMTs rolled up to take her for some professional tidying up.
I'm not sure if my voice was audible or not, when I remarked to myself that she was the one..... um..bare assed.
Oddly enough, we encountered one another, many times, over the next few years, and never felt any discomfort about the event. I even dated her younger sister, who was my age, later. Turns out it was Big Sis who put in the good word for me. Different times.

