![]() ![]() These days, Netflix is made up of a fair amount of movies that attain mere forgettability instead of outright awfulness. Since then, Netflix has bagged an Oscar, elbowed its way into Cannes, and spent more than Panama’s gross national product on content. The second film they released was the one where a donkey explosively sharts all over Adam Sandler. It’s a real movie, and by my count, a pretty good one. And so Netflix exec Ted Sarandos made a dignified selection for his first narrative go on the silver screen: Beasts of No Nation, a movie about child militias in Africa, with a well-pedigreed creative team (Cary Fukunaga was comin’ in hot off his True Detective stint, Idris Elba was a brand-name star) and their according awards potential. It was not so long ago that the service formerly known as “Netflix Instant” well, sucked it was a repository for direct-to-DVD sequels, little-seen stand-up specials, and candy-colored kiddie cartoons seemingly plucked from Lisa Frank’s more vivid night terrors. Ever since it began branding its logo on original films in 2015, Netflix’s primary goal has been to divorce itself from the “digital dollar bin” reputation it established upon first pivoting from the snail-mail service, now an unsettlingly faint memory, to streaming. Netflix has spent the last few years and several billions of dollars on a crusade to be taken more seriously. This article has been updated through the end of 2020. It all happened so quickly, I couldn’t think of a sensible thing to say.Which Netflix original movies are worth streaming? ![]() Looking up from her shining patent leather shoes, I saw Janet - arms akimbo, staring down at me. I heard the clatter of high heels approaching. The garments fell from my hands as I tried to protect myself. As I turned my head, I stumbled over a rock in my path. She hadn’t left the house as I had figured. “HEY - What are you doing? “I froze in a light terror as I heard Janet’s voice cry out. A bit nervously, I also took the blue colored panties, and then started back, almost in a run. Quickly I went to the clothes line and took them. ![]() It would be a harmless prank, and besides, I had to see those lovely bloomers at close range. “This will be another one,” I chuckled.ĭown the stairs and out across the lawn I went. I’d wait awhile and then have some fun with her.įor an instant I was reminded of my days at college…the time when some students and I conducted a “panty-raid” in the girls’ dormitories. This was the time she usually went out to pick up groceries. As a sales clerk in a ladies dress and lingerie shop, I had seen exquisite underwear, but nothing as charming as these bloomers.Īn idea took possession of me as I saw Janet return to the house. They were edged with white lace and had something embroidered on them, making them very beautiful, indeed. Though I had never seen them before, I knew they belonged to Janet. To my surprise, she completed the task by pinning to the clothes line a pair of pink silk bloomers - the kind with tunneled elastic legs and waist, which I had thought were only worn in these modern times by women who were either very old or fat. And then a full length white slip, a pair of pale blue panties, and a pair of pink step-ins with open slits at the sides. First, a white blouse, two brassieres – a black one and a white one, and some nylon hosiery. Carefully, Janet began hanging the freshly laundered clothes she carried. I thought of calling out to her inasmuch as she did not know I was at home, but then decided against doing so, and continued to watch. ![]() Though at times of a stern and independent turn of mind, Janet was quite feminine, and whether at work or play, she insisted on being attractively dressed that way. My heart thrilled at the sight of her as the mild wind caught the long curls of her blonde hair, and turned the hem of her skirt to reveal a lacy petticoat. It was then that I saw Janet – – my bride-to-be, coming out into her yard across the way, carrying some clothes. I had gone home, and after resting awhile, began looking out of the window…. My employer had been called out of town and had decided to close her apparel shop during the early afternoon, leaving me freer than usual. But he now had to do both! It all happened on a nice autumn day - my punishment, that is, and my new way of life. Don just wanted to look at her panties, not wear them. ![]()
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