Something sheer maybe.

Maybe with peek-a-boo in its description.

Sans crotch even. Or something even sexier like…

No, not for him to wear. (Then again, who am I to tell you how aberrant to make your aberrant sex.)

It’s for grilling, silly. These mesh pans infuse smoky flavor into the more delicate things you can’t easily barbeque – veggies, shrimp, scallops and so on. So, now dad can cook the whole meal on the grill. And the woman of the house can sit on the couch with a cold one and scratch her, um, er, lady balls.

[$29.95 & $49.95, williams-sonoma]

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