Go

What if you have misunderstood? What if this was never the plan? You want this to end and you know the Lord shall forgive you if you are wrong. Looking back into the mans hungry eyes you say.

"I'm ready to leave now."

There is a collective sigh from the crowd and the bearded man reaches forward, pulling the chair to one side and standing next to it. Making an elaborate, exaggerated move with his hands signalling you to leave. The crowd snaking back, giving you a thin passage between their bodies to make your way out. You reach down for collect your grey smalls when the man shifts the chair leg over them and says.

"Ah, ah, ah. Can you prove those are yours?"

You're about to argue that 'whose else could they be' but you know that could go on and on. No, if you want them you know you're going to have to prove you're not wearing any.