Of Course You Do

Stung by the insult you pull up Alison’s skirt, revealing a pair of very sexy, semi-transparent pink panties, stretched over one of the world’s most awesome bottoms.

“You want me to pull these off?”

“If you think you can,” goads Alison.

Your trembling hands reach for Alison’s panties. Then you stop and start kicking yourself inside. “I can’t do it,” you admit.

“And why is that?” asks Alison smugly.

“Well, with one of your feet on the floor and the other up on the back of the couch, your legs are spread so wide that your underwear won’t come down very far before it gets stuck at full stretch.”

“Bingo!”

You sigh heavily. “Does it really matter? You can still have sex in this position.”

Alison reacts angrily, tugging her dress back down and standing to face you with her hands on her hips. “Of course it fucking matters!” she shouts. “If the panties don’t fly out the window, you don’t get that awesome tracking shot as they fall down the outside of the building, and you don’t get that hilarious comic moment when they land on the nun’s head. It’s your script, don’t you care?”

It seems that Ms Brie is ever-so-slightly insane, but you are flattered that she seems to appreciate the potential in your work. You have to tread carefully.