A Bra & G-string

“Woah. Sexy.” You chuckle, pulling out the undergarments. The bra and g-string are jet black and made of a strange, synthetic material: soft, slippery, and impossibly thin. Styled for maximum skin exposure. They look and feel expensive, and you can't help imagining what your girlfriend would look like wearing them. But their delivery is baffling. You didn't order any lingerie for her.

“Maybe Mike got them for Alexis.” You have two roommates, Zeke and Mike, but only Mike is in a relationship right now. It's possible he ordered these as a surprise for his girlfriend and put your name on the order to keep her from snooping, since she's over quite often. It's odd that he wouldn't tell you about it, though.

You shrug and do your best to put the skimpy garments back into the plastic shipping bags you just tore open. You can talk to Mike about it when he gets home from work this evening. For now, they'll go on top of the pile of dirty laundry in your closet, a place no one wants to go near.

Quickly forgetting about your unexpected delivery, you plant yourself on the couch with a can of Red Bull, turn on the TV, and fire up the Xbox. You haven't had a full day off from work in weeks and you've been looking forward to being a complete couch potato today. Time slips by quickly and it's almost noon when your phone chimes with a text message.