until you hear a knock on your door

There's a knock on your door. It's Angela. She seems to be in a bad mood. ''Where are they?'' She asks. For a moment you wonder what she's talking about. ''Where are what?'' You say confused. ''You know what I'm talking about Mike. Where are my panties?'' Your face turns red. How could she possibly know I stole them?

''I don't know what you're talking about.'' You bluff. ''Cut the crap Mike, you're the last person who was even near my underwear. Admit it. You stole them!'' How Angela knew was beyond you but she definitely knew you stole those panties. Guess there's no way out of this, you think. ''I'm sorry Angela... I just needed a pair of panties.'' You admit.

''Why could you possibly need a pair of panties?'' Angela asks. There's a weird tone in the sound of her voice. You can't just tell her your teacher wanted you to bring some panties. That wouldn't make much for a believable story even if it's the truth. However coming up with a different answer was hard. Or at least so you thought until you hear a voice inside your head say. I really like panties.

''I just really liked them.'' You blurt out. Did I really just say that? ''You like panties Mike?'' Angela asks amused. ''Yes, they're really cute.'' you blurt out once again. Angela giggles. Her bad mood seems to have vanished into thin air. ''Well if that's the case, why don't you come over tonight. I'll show you my collection. Oh and don't forget to bring my panties.''

With that Angela walks away. You can't help but wonder how she suddenly seemed so forgiving and wonder what she has planned or you tonight.