Questions

I walked through the cafeteria to a pile of trays, ready to get some much-needed lunch.

"Uhh, hi ThongMan, ummmm," The statuesque Power Girl had wandered over, she stood next to me, tall enough to have to look down to look me in the eyes. "Would you mind if I ask you a question?"

I turned to face her, my eyes level with the boob window in her costume. "Sure. WHOA! That's some costume!!"

Her demeanour changed from one of tentative questioning to hands-on probing. "My question is: Just how much Kleenex have you got stuffed in there?" she leaned down and reached for my thong, her fingers just pushing past the waistband.

"WHAT THE FU..!" I pushed her away before she could get a look. "Just exactly what are you insinuating?" I asked her angrily.

She took a step back and a smug look came across her face. She pretended she wasn't eyeing up my bulge. "Oh c'mon ThongMan, we all heard what happened with Biker Lass, y'know, the costume coming off and you landing on Wondie over there. It's such a shame the TV crews censored it, and all those pictures taken by the press, unable to see your... well you know, hidden between Wondies massive... " she gestured at her own breasts. "You know if you weren't such a pervert, just wearing a thong as a costume I wouldn't have brought it up, but when you're walking around with a ridiculous bulge like that people are going to realise you've stuffed your thong with tissue paper."

Anger boiled up inside me.