Naomi's shortcut

As she turned to lead the way, I could see that Naomi had torn the entire seat out of the trousers, to the point the material hung down from her rear end in a ragged grey flap, leaving her white-clad backside fully exposed. Not that I was doing any better, my lower half being covered by a pair of white boxers with red hearts, which Naomi had given me as a joke gift one Valentines Day, when she declared to me "love is pants".

"Glad you like the boxers." Naomi smiled.

"Yeah, that's why I had to show them off." I replied, worrying internally about how cheap and badly-made they actually were.

The two of us ducked low past the windows of one of the classrooms, and then Naomi led us through a door marked "no entry".

"Hey, we can't go in here!" I objected.

"We also can't be in school half-naked." she replied, "Come on!"

She led us through an industrial-looking corridor, past heating and water pipes, to another door.

"Okay," she said, "this is where it gets a bit tricky."