Finale

Fumbling, I hiked up my work pants. As much as they would allow. And dashed away from my stunned audience.

Sophia looked down, realising she was clutching something - a small wad of fabric. My tighty-whities, from my back pocket.

Face flushing and body shaking, I fled to the sanctuary of my car, never looking back. Having managed to completely humiliate myself in public. For all my modesty, I had gone and paraded myself, revealing my most private places in spite of myself.