A bet in the making

Caro ordered a coffee and two hot chocolates. With the tray in her hands, she walked over to the table where Hannah and Damian were already waiting, or so she thought. "Where's Hannah?" she asked Damian. "No idea." grinned Damian.

Then Caro felt two hands on her hips and a firm tug on her pants. Then she heard Hannah laughing. "Just kidding!!!" she shrieked. "Too bad for you that you didn't manage to get me pantsed.”

She quickly put down the tray and pulled her pants back up. "No one has ever succeeded. My trousers are always well fastened."

"Interesting," Damian replied. "Do you think I can do it?" "Oh boy! What are you doing? Of course I will. How do you envision that?"

"We hang out together all day. I'll try to pants you. If I succeed before we break up I'll get your pants until we break up otherwise you win and I'll do what you want for a day. But if I succeed besides losing your pants, is that your destiny too. Deal?"