During college I had a small apartment with a buddy and my ex-girlfriend pretty much lived there too. Sexually speaking, things got a little crazy at times with the ex and I, and I’m the type of person that the average person would think I was the perfect child. Went to Catholic high school, always played by the rules, never did anything wrong, and was pretty conservative. Those people were dead wrong.
I was moving out of my apartment one summer and my dad was helping me move. We got all the little shit out of there, so all that was left were a few bigger items like my desk, dresser, and bed. My ex was there helping with the move too, and we started to take the bed out to the truck. The ex and I took the mattress and headed out the door, passing my dad who was on his way back in. When we got back inside, my dad had picked up the box spring and was standing in my room scratching his head. I asked what he was doing and he said he was trying to figure out what the hell “those things” were on the bed. Apparently the ex and I had left some leather straps tied to the bed that we forgot about, and like a bad dream, my father was standing there looking at them. Nothing I could do at that point other than play dumb. “I don’t know what those are, maybe something from the original packaging?” My father just shook his head and walked out of the room, leaving my ex and I looking at each other, red with embarrassment.