Tom's shorts.

(chapter originally by Zendle at writing.com)

Tom felt his face grow hot as he looked at what was left of his shorts dangling from a hook in the ceiling. Melissa had also noticed this and glanced downward.

"Nice underwear." She said quietly, smirking.

Tom let out a small gasp of laughter, of all the ways to wear his Bart Simpson boxer shorts...

"Don't tell Jack." He said quietly, avoiding Melissa's eyes. "I'd never hear the end of it." Then in his mind he thought At least my erection is gone.

"Not a word." Melissa said slyly.

Looking away from each other, the two examined the room they had fallen into. The soft surface they had landed on was the center piece of the room, a large red heart-shaped mattress with two end tables near it. The rooms decor was...not as sophisticated as the rest of the building. Portraits still dominated the room, all with the following eyes but each one depicted something out of an adult magazine, there were naked men and women, all in various states of harassment, some showing sex acts, two others showing rather disturbing BDSM, and the last one which involved four people, a banana, six cans of oil and what looked like a giant mouse trap.

"Let's get out of here." Melissa said quickly, sliding off the heart bed. "I can't believe this place is in a family amusement park."

"Must be the 18+ room." Tom said, also getting off.

There was only one door, a large double-door that was heart shaped and flanked by two incredibly detailed statues. One man and one women, both naked. The man sporting a disturbingly large erection, and the women designed to look like she was in the middle of an orgasm with her chest thrust out and her marble nipples erect.

Melissa tried opening the door.

"Locked." She grumbled. "OK underwear man, what should we do?"

"Underwear man?"

Melissa glanced at Tom, her snarky attitude returning. "Just figure something out."

"There's a sign." He said. "Look."

He pointed at the base of the Male statue. On a gold plaque at the statues feet there was indeed a sign that said:

Cover is due to unlock the way.

Given to us by couples say.

Twice to one, satisfied are we.

One to each accepted by he and she.

One to one the way stays locked.

Choice must be made, or here you rot.

The same thing was written on the female statue.

"We have to give them clothes." Melissa said quickly. "That's obvious, but what is this twice to one deal?"

Tom thought for a second. "I think it's saying we can either give two bits of clothes to one statue, or give them one piece each."

"Sounds fair." Melissa said. Then she blushed. "So are you giving the statue your shorts then?"

Tom also blushed. "What? I'm not stripping naked!"

"It's all you have!" Melissa half shouted.

Tom paused then realized something. "Technically that shirt is still mine."

"True." Melissa said quietly. "But what about me?"

"You could give the statue your underwear..."

"WHAT?" Melissa's face went scarlet as did Toms. Neither could believe this conversation was happening.

"You'd still be clothed!"

"Barely!" Melissa tugged the shirt down by instinct. "I'd be a small breeze away from dieing of embarrassment.

"Well I'm not getting naked while you stay clothed." Tom said decisively. "The way I see it, I just lost my shorts so my boxers are out of the question. So it's either my shirt and your bra, or both your underwear. What do you say? What should we give up?"