Bedsheets

“Bedsheets,” said Alice, eyelids fluttering as she tried to catch her breath. “The panties were a red herring.”

I slapped my forehead, gasping as the motion inadvertently caused my huge tits to jiggle. Our bedsheets. Alice was right. We had fallen for the hexed panties diversion.

“Oh, gawd,” I said. “You’re right.”

“This is ridiculous!” said Alice, fanning her face. “I don’t think we’d even fit into a double-D bra, and my nips are so sensitive, I can’t frickin’ think.”

“I know,” I said. “I know. But we can’t let them win.”

“How the heck do we get them back?”

I managed a smile. “We get them back,” I said, “by using the hairs you confiscated from their dorm room when we did our b&e yesterday.”

“But how do we know for sure which ones are theirs?” said Alice.

“We don’t,” I said, “so we use them all.”

“Is that a bit dangerous?” said Alice. “We don’t know who else will be affected.”

“I know,” I said, “but we know whoever it is will be a friend of Tara’s, and that’s good enough for me.”