It's Astrid

“Astrid?” you ask. “Is that you?”

There is a long pause. “Yes,” she finally said, peeking just her head over the covers.

“What happened?” You asked.

“Something jumped out at me! I don’t know what. But I tripped and my underwear got caught, and I was so scared I just pulled it straight off to keep running without even thinking! The next thing I knew, I was here, and I just hid under this blanket to keep covered. Do you know how to get out?”

No matter how hard you try to focus, you can’t stop picturing Astrid running down that hallway in just a t-shirt, her round little butt bouncing as she sprinted. You see her squirming under the blanket, putting her hand between her legs to cover up as if you could see through the blanket if you tried hard enough. You both blush as she catches you staring.

“Do… do you have my panties?” she asks.