she does not comply

Wendy smiles at me. "You know how it is with me. I never wear panties. So I can't put them on the table."

"We'll see if you're really telling the truth. I know how it is with. You never were any good at lying." I said.

"But there were some things about me that you never knew about," she retorted.

"Really? You thought I never knew?" I said, somewhat irritated.

"Please don't be mad. You can feel it for yourself, if you think I am lying." Wendy moves beside me and slowly lifts the hem of her little black dress.