The Truth's Touch

Chapter 1.

The gun holster on my belt thumped against my thigh as I raced back home from a long day at work, hoping to beat the thundering storm just beginning to appear behind me.

I fumbled through the mess of my key ring, and jammed the correct key in my lock.

“C’mon, c’mon…” I whispered while I twisted the doorknob. Thunder roared in the distance, as I slammed the door closed behind me.

I undid my shorts and slid them down my legs after pulling off the heavy belt. I pulled on some pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt, after my uniform tank top was off.

My clothes were thrown in the wash, my belt hooked on the hat rack as usual, and a fresh cup of water was chugged down.

I was startled by a loud ringing sound, only to find it to be my cell phone.

“Yes?” I spoke loudly into the phone, finishing my last swallow of water.

“Hey, Eileen, how’s it going? How was work?”

I smiled. That was the sweet voice of Owen, my boyfriend. We had been together for at least two months now, we had met a few years ago in college and had recently reconnected.

“Not bad, not bad.” I replied. “Nothing new yet, but we figured out who stole those three pizza delivery bikes.”

“Really, who?”

“Donnie, the owner of the Chinese restaurant near my neighborhood. Apparently he had the delivery idea first and didn’t want people going for pizza instead of Chinese food.”

“Oh, wow.” There was silence for a minute or two, I don’t know what was racing through his mind, but there was only one thing in mine: him.

Owen asked me out in college, but I was dating somebody else, Andrew. Somehow, the three of us all moved to the same town, well, not really, the college is in our town. Anyway, Andrew and I had a falling out when I got my job as a detective at a police station. I was put in a position above him, so he got mad, and I decided I didn’t want to deal with him any more.

Then I had a lonely month, just me living in my house by myself. At the time I was thinking me and Andy were going to get married, start a family, considering we were together for such a long time.

I couldn’t take the loneliness, so I decided to ask out Owen. He happily said yes, and we’ve been together ever since.

“Hello?” Owen interrupted my thoughts.

“Yes, sorry, I’m here.”

“Do you want to spend the night?”

My heart skipped a beat at the question. I had been waiting for him to ask this, but the one night he did I couldn’t make it.

“I’m so sorry,” I replied. “I really need sleep. I worked overtime today and you know I need to get up early. And look, it’s already-” I peered at the clock, “10:19.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” He said. “We can do it another time, right?”

“Oh, yeah! One day I don’t have to work late.”

Another awkward moment of silence. Had I hurt his feelings? 10:19 PM wasn’t really late for me, but I figured we could go to dinner or something like that beforehand.

This was the first time he had asked this, and of course I had to reject him. Of course..

“Oh, well,” he began, “I better go. Becky’s coughing up something in the kitchen.” Becky was his cat. I don’t know what type, honestly, all cats look the same to me, besides color. Usually I was pretty great with animals, but not with Becky. That cat hated me.

Whenever I walked into Owen’s house, Becky would run upstairs.

Owen’s downstairs bathroom was always broken; either the water is brown, or the toilet is clogged, or the shower is making funny noises. That meant I had to go to the upstairs bathroom.

The upstairs bathroom has Becky’s litter box in it, so usually I hold my urge to pee. Every once in a while I couldn’t, though, so I had to use it. There were only a few times where Becky was in there when I went in there, but they were awful.

When I was on the toilet, I would start to hear these purring noises and meows. I would then ignore them, and proceed to finish using the bathroom. Then Becky would jump out when I flushed the toilet and hiss at me. I had a couple of scars on my legs from the places she scratched me. We have a hate-hate relationship.

“Oh, well, have fun with that,” I said to Owen’s comment.

With a laugh, he responded, “Yeah, sure, okay. Goodnight Eileen. Love you.”

“Love you too.” I said, hanging up the phone.

I stayed up for a little while longer to watch TV, then went to bed.

I woke up at around 7:00 AM the next morning, when usually that’s when I leave for work. I scrambled around in the kitchen but gave up on making breakfast; there were sometimes bagels and coffee for everyone.

I rinsed out my mouth and popped in a mint, knowing there was no time to brush my teeth. My uniform was taken out of the dryer and put on, then my shoes and belt were acquired. I was ready, even if I hadn’t done a good job.

Halfway through my speedwalk/run to work while I was finger-brushing my tangly hair, I realized I had forgotten to use the restroom before leaving the house.

I could hold it until I got to work, so as soon as I reached the building, I hurried to the bathroom and locked myself in one of the stalls.

My tight uniform shorts and underwear were taken off and I relieved myself on the bathroom. Unfortunately, I had almost not made it. There was a small wet spot on my panties, but none of it had shown through my dark shorts.

I washed my hands and left the bathroom, heart racing, hoping nobody would notice. My eyes kept wandering down to my shorts to see if anything had leaked through, but nothing had. Nothing would. I just couldn’t get this through my head.

“Hey Eileen, you look tense…-er than usual.” Andrew teased, greeting me outside the ladies bathroom.

“What are you doing you doing at the women’s bathroom anyway?” I asked, not really wanting to make conversation. Ever since the breakup, he had been nothing but rude to me.

“Well, actually, I was on my to the coffee station because somebody brought donuts, but you happened to get in my way.”

“Somebody brought donuts?”

“Yeah, and you should go eat one. You look tired.”

“I just… I didn’t have enough time this morning.” I mumbled.

“Well, you definitely can pull the homeless look off.”

“What does that even mean? I’m in uniform. Just like you.” I retorted, getting sick of his comments. I didn’t know how I could’ve dated him, or anybody else, for that matter.

He just winked and left for the donuts and coffee. I probably would’ve followed, but there were too many people and I didn’t want him talking to me anymore.

I looked down at my shorts again, making sure that there wasn’t a stain from my almost not making it to the bathroom. There wasn’t. Maybe I just couldn’t see it. So many worries ran through my mind, but I didn’t have time to sort them when my boss came and said,

“Eileen, we’ve got a new case.”

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Okay, this is just chapter one. There will be more.

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Not a bad start; well written but it’s too early and too short for me to really judge it yet.

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An interesting start. Eileen seems to be having a problem keeping her panties dry. I wonder if it will get any worse?

I have two comments, which I trust you will see as constructive.

First, Eileen is a detective, but she is in uniform, and tight shorts to boot! What sort of police force is this?

Second, why use the passive tense?

after my uniform tank top was off

a fresh cup of water was chugged down

My uniform was taken out of the dryer and put on, then my shoes and belt were acquired

My tight uniform shorts and underwear were taken off

Using the passive tense tends to distance the reader from the action. The active tense is more immediate and allows the reader to visualise the action more easily.

Other than that, I think it’s very good. Keep going!


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[quote=SallyKAT link=topic=6495.msg63758#msg63758 date=1435985032]

First, Eileen is a detective, but she is in uniform, and tight shorts to boot! What sort of police force is this?

The kind of police force That knows how to dress a women!!! :police:

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Thanks everyone!

SallyKAT, thank you for your comments! I used the passive tense because I felt I was using the letter ‘I’ too much, haha, but you’re right, I’ll do more in active tense, thank you! A new chapter will be up soon…

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Chapter 2.

“A new case? Really?” I asked, scratching the back of my neck. I was caught off track, considering the slightly soggy panties I could feel but not see.

“That’s what I said,” my boss replied as he crossed his hairy arms over his chest. “There was a home invasion or something, some family’s little baby pool was stolen.”

“Um… Couldn’t it have just blown away?” I asked, but on the inside I wondered, what kind of case was this?

“Maybe, but the family’s really shaken up about it.” He responded. “I’m putting you on the job to go investigate. Ask the family some questions or something.”

“What do you mean, ‘or something’? Aren’t you my boss?” I mimicked his position and crossed my arms as well.

“Yeah. I am. Now go. I think it’s in your neighborhood, house 406.” He ordered. House 406. That was around the corner from mine.

“Wait, what? Now? The family won’t be awake, it’s like 7:30 in the morning.”

“7:20. But whatever. Just go.”

“Okay…” I turned around and started to head for the door out.

“And pull your shorts down, I can see your underpants!” He hollered behind me. I cringed, looked around. Nobody was looking at me but I bet they all heard his comment. As soon as I made it out of the doorway I pulled down the back of my shorts.

Had he seen the wet spot? It wasn’t like it was on my butt, but he could’ve gotten a glance. What was he doing looking at my ass anyway? I shrugged, and headed for number 406 in my neighborhood.

I passed the same places I pass every day while I head for work, the ice cream shop, the laundromat, some other buildings I don’t really pay attention to, and the entrance to Owen’s neighborhood.

Maybe I could take Owen up on his offer for spending the night after work. I thought that I probably wouldn’t have to stay to work overtime, I might even get to leave early. My boss is pretty cool about leaving early, even though I’m his top detective.

Thinking about my boss made me pull my shorts down a little again. I peered at the front, still no sign of any liquid. Calm down, Eileen, I told myself, it didn’t soak through.

Once I reached the family’s house, number 406, I hopped up the front steps and rang their doorbell. A dog barked and I was on the porch for a few seconds before a woman stepped out and greeted my with what looked like a forced smile.

The woman had a baby strapped to her chest with one of those weird baby chest carrier things. Her wavy brown hair was fading, it was grayish towards the roots of her middle part.

“Hello ma’am, I’m Eileen Kenny, I work for the investigation station down the street. I’m here because I heard something about a baby pool?”

Her fake smile faded.

“Ah, yes, come on in.”

I followed her inside and had a seat on one of the bar stools at the counter.

“Last week we set up the pool for little Mason and his brother Rick.” She gulped. “I just now sent Rick to school. I also have a daughter, she’s twelve.”

“Is your daughter at school right now? And how old are Rick and Mason?”

“Cory is homeschooled.”

“Oh. Why?”

The woman gulped. “She has a little problem… She doesn’t like it when I talk about it. Um… I’ll only say, if you ever need pull-ups, we have a ton.”

“For Rick and Mason? Or…” I put two and two together. Cory must have a little incontinence problem. I looked down at my shorts. Luckily, there still wasn’t a stain.

“Anyway, your other question, sorry. Rick’s seven, and little Mason here just turned a year old about a month ago.”

I smiled at the baby who made a “goo” sound.

“Oh, um… So. The pool. It was full of water, then just disappeared?”

“Yeah, just this morning I was letting our dog out to go to the bathroom and I noticed an empty spot in our backyard. Nothing was left of the pool except for some tiny droplets of water.”

Out of curiosity, I questioned, “And Cory doesn’t use the pool because she’s too big?”

“Yes. And we can’t find swim diapers her size.” She chuckled. I didn’t think she needed to add that. But that meant she had daytime incontinence too.

I knew I was getting off topic, but I had to ask, “What exactly is wrong with her?”

The woman gave a weak smile. “When I had her my mother was very sick. Better now. A lot better.” She nodded. “I spent most of my time with my mother and not with my newborn, and before I knew it, she was five and still not potty trained. My husband was very busy with work so he couldn’t do it for her. I just kind of… Gave up. She’s very stubborn.”

“Umm…okay. Well. Do you have any ideas of who it could’ve been?” Noticing the broadness of my question, I added, “I mean, of who stole the pool? The baby one. If you insist it didn’t blow away.”

“Now, I know this sounds silly, but I’m pretty sure somebody stole it.” She began to explain.“I know the storm ended before midnight, and I always check on the backyard. And there aren’t any big puddles from the pool that would’ve fallen from it if it blew away. AND, it wouldn’t have gone far if it did blow away, and none of the neighbors have seen it.”

“Well, that’s reasonable…” I said, wondering why she checks on the backyard at midnight. I didn’t want to ask any more questions though, I kind of felt like I was being a bother.

The two of us heard footsteps coming from the staircase and turned to face it. A young girl who I assumed was Cary came down and said, very softly, “Mama, I need a change.”

I said my goodbyes and started to walk back to the station. Was it even legal to keep almost teenage girls in diapers all day? It didn’t sound like she was incontinent, it kind of sounded like she just never learned how to use the potty right.

Whatever. Although it was suspicious, that wasn’t the reason I was there. I needed to learn more about this baby pool thing, even if I was convinced it just blew away. Honestly, I don’t know why someone would steal a baby pool, or why she was so worked up about it.

“Hey, Eileen. Did you get any information?” my boss greeted me as I stepped into the workplace.

“Yup,” I said. I thought about adding, “Yeah, a little too much,” but I decided against it. Instead I added, “Want me to go type it up for you?”

“You know it. Your desk is open.”

I nodded and walked into my office. Unfortunately since Andrew and I had almost the same job, we had to share an office. So my boss was right, my desk was open, but the office already had Andrew.

Silently, I typed up what I remembered, and only added the “incontinence” part next to the part with Cory’s profile. I knew little about everyone. I guess I wasn’t a very good investigator. I just wanted to get out.

I finished up, and started to print it out. My boss likes cases in neat documents that he can read over. I don’t think he likes to hear people talk a lot.

I thought I would make it out of my office without a rude comment from Andrew, but I was wrong. As I clicked the “print” button, Andrew leaned over, and told me, “You smell like pee.”

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Chapter 3.

I felt a little short of breath at his comment. Did he know, or was he just messing with me? I resisted the urge to check my shorts in front of him; that might cause suspicion.

I couldn’t think of a comment, so I just picked up the paper from the printer and brought it into my boss’s office.

“Good work, Miss Kenny.” He said, patting me on the back. I stifled a chuckle. Had he even read the report? “Since that’s all there’s to do for that case today, and I don’t want to work you too much, how 'bout you go wash our front windows?”

I sighed and grabbed the cleaning supplies from the supply closet. When I was in there, I took the chance to check my shorts again. No stain. I needed to calm down.

“You’re on cleaning duty today?” Andrew laughed, grabbing a toilet paper roll from the closet I was in.

“Yep, the two front windows…”

He just shook his head, laughing, and I saw him walk into the bathroom. Then the worries returned.

Had he seen me staring at my pants for any stains? Were my shorts pulled down enough? Did he know? Was not being able to hold your pee very well and tinkling a little in your panties normal? I pulled my shorts down, grabbed the supplies, and went outside to start on the windows.

Since we didn’t technically have a janitor, the investigators have to clean up everything. We were the ones who had the most amount of “free time”, although we were always stuck cleaning something or filling in for absent people.

You see, Your Neighborhood Investigators wasn’t a very good investigating place. You can probably tell. We have three secretaries, they answer the phones and record sightings and new possible cases and stuff.

Then there are the investigators, me and Andrew, but sometimes our boss had to step in to help investigate.

Every once in a while we get interns, but I think our boss really liked the two of us because most new investigators were always fired within their first month.

The name wasn’t even clever. It was Your Neighborhood Investigators, but we worked for the whole town. Most of the time people just called for the police anyway.

And we had to wear those stupid uniforms! The secretaries and I all had to wear short shorts and tank tops, and Andrew and the boss wore dress pants and a nice shirt.

I sprayed and wiped down the bottom part of one of the windows. When I moved on the the bottom of the other one, Owen came by the office.

“Hey, Eileen, how’s work going?” He asked, with a smile on his face.

“Fine,” I said, scrubbing a stain of who knows what off. “What are you doing here?”

“I needed to get my car from the shop, and I have to pass here.” He explained. “I figured I’d stop by.”

“Oh, thanks.” I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Oh, do you want to spend the night tonight? We can stop by that chicken restaurant.”

“Sure!” I said. “I usually get out of work at five but I can ask if I can leave at-”

“That’s okay, five is perfect. I’ll meet you out here at five.”

I nodded. He walked away.

I cheered inside. I finally would get to spend the night! I finished cleaning the windows, then went back inside.

“Anything else you want me to do?” I asked my boss after putting away the cleaning supplies.

He turned from his computer to me and said, "

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Chapter 3. (Continued)

He turned from his computer to me and said, “Oh, you’re done? Great. One of our secretaries had to leave early. Go fill in for her.”

I sighed. I liked cleaning better than being a secretary. Actually, I liked investigating more than anything in that dumb office. That was my job, after all.

I took a seat at the missing secretary’s desk and pulled up a blank document on her computer. When people called, I would write down their information and the situation. Mostly everything was stupid.

The first time the phone rang, it was, indeed, as stupid as I expected.

“Hello? Is this that investigators place?” The man on the phone asked. He sounded old and he had a slow, Southern accent.

“Yep, Your Neighborhood Investigators, on the phone with you. How can I help you today?” I always heard the secretaries saying things like that, being cheerful to people even if they hated their job.

“Well, I tried to get ahold of them there police officers, but I just could not.” He began. “Do you know how long to cook a salmon? If you’re pan frying it.”

“No, sorry, I don’t know. Have you tried the Internet?”

“Now, there’s an idea! Thank you sir.” He hung up.

Was my voice really that deep? My mother always told me I sounded like a boy on the phone. Part of the reason I hate filling in for a secretary.

I couldn’t believe the stupid things we got called for. I mean, this man called 911 for how long to cook something. I shook my head.

I didn’t bother writing that one down. After picking up the next call, I knew I would have to document it.

“Hello? I’d like to report something.” The lady on the other line said.

“That’s what I’m here for, how can I help you?”

“My name is Carol Baker. I’d like to report a missing crib.” She said.

I typed, ‘CAROL BAKER-MISSING CRIB’ in big bold letters at the top of the document. “Okay, where do you live? And can I have a phone number?”

The secretaries didn’t really ask any questions about reports. They just wrote it down and it got sent to us investigators. I figured I would have to check it out later. But seriously? A missing crib?

She gave me her address and number. I thanked her for contacting us.

“Way to go, Miss Kenny. Taking all the calls before the actual secretaries can get to them.” Marie said from the desk next to me.

“Oh, sorry. I was put on the job and–I just forgot that we have only one phone number and three phones.”

“It’s okay, I guess. We take turns, though. Me, then Sarah,” she gestured to the sleeping secretary next to her, “Then Stephanie, who’s gone. So you go after Sarah.”

“You know, I should probably get cracking on this case, you know? You two have fun with answering calls.” I clicked the print button.

After I grabbed the paper from the printer, I brought it to my boss’s office. “You want me to check this out?” I waved the paper in front of his face.

Without looking, he responded, “Nope, I want you to answer calls.”

The rest of the work day was long and boring. I eventually had to start just scrolling through social media feed while the other two secretaries answered calls. Finally though, five o’ clock came, and I met Owen out front.

“Hey, how was work?” He asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

I shrugged, “It was okay. I had to fill in for a secretary.”

“Oh, well. That restaurant I was talking about isn’t actually open yet. But we can still eat at my place.”

I nodded. There weren’t many good restaurants where we lived. I still got to spend the night. Out of habit, I looked down at my shorts to see if there was a stain. There wasn’t, as expected. I needed to stop doing this.

“Why do you keep looking down? Are you okay?” He asked. I decided I could trust him, and went on to tell him.

“Oh, I almost didn’t make it to the bathroom in time, and I let a little out in my pants. Accidentally. I just don’t want it to show through.”

I think he might’ve been shocked at how straight forward I was. I guess I was, too. I had just said that I wet my pants, basically. What would he think?

“Aw, cute.”


“Well, you know. Little girl cute. In a way that you didn’t make it to the potty on time…?”

I blushed. That wasn’t the answer I was expecting. I was happy that he wasn’t mad or grossed out, though, although the comment was sort of strange.

Breaking the awkward silence, I said, “So what’s for dinner?”

“Hmm… How about I make macaroni and cheese? I have a lot of boxes.”

I giggled. “Okay,”

We turned the corner into his neighborhood and finished the walk to his house. I decided to ask, “Is your car out of the shop now?”

“Yeah. It’s in my garage. Finished about two hours ago.”

“Oh. Cool.”

The rest of the walk was silent. I stepped into his house for, like, the millionth time. But it was going to be the first time I slept over, and I was very excited. I hoped he shared the feeling.

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Chapter 4.

While Owen cooked macaroni and cheese, I sat at the counter watching him at work. The scent of the delicious boxed meal filled the house.

“Have I told you about the two most recent cases?” I asked, tapping my fingers on the counter. He shook his head.

“Oh. Well. A baby pool was stolen yesterday or something, and I recently got a call when I had to work for a secretary that a crib was stolen. I don’t know anything about it though.”

“Two baby things in a row. Wow.” He said.

I nodded. He made a good connection that I should’ve been able to make. First a baby pool, then a baby crib. Probably just a coincidence. I’m not even convinced they were stolen.

“Dinner done yet?” I asked.

“Not yet.”

“I’ll be right back, then.”

I scooted my chair back and got off, and walked to the bathroom. I pulled my pants and panties down. The panties were still stained and kind of damp still, but there was no wetness on the short shorts.

I sat on the toilet and relieved myself, then cleaned up and went back into the kitchen. Two bowls of macaroni and cheese were waiting at two seats.

We ate mostly in silence, except for the cracking of a few stupid jokes and the tellings of a few compliments.

“You can just put your bowl in the sink, I’ll wash it later.” He instructed when he and I had finished eating. He filled them both with water then left them in the sink.

“We should watch a movie,” I suggested, pouncing onto the love seat. He took the place next to me and I curled up into his shoulder.

“I’ll see if there’s anything on TV.”

We watched some cheesy love movie, and around 8:00 it was finished. I went into his bathroom and took a shower while he got changed. I assumed he showered in the morning.

I washed my hair and body, then rinsed and dried off. I wrapped the towel around me and walked into his bedroom.

“Hey, I forgot clothes. And everything, basically.” I chuckled.

“It’s okay, you can borrow some of mine. You might have to reuse your underwear though.” He handed me a t-shirt and some basketball shorts, and I returned to the bathroom with them.

Sighing, I pulled on the shirt, then glared at the panties, staring right back at me with its wet spot.

“Guess I’m gonna have to wear you again,” I said quietly to the under garment. I picked it up. It did smell. Very badly. If I wore it again he would probably be uncomfortable., and now I couldn’t go back and ask for another pair of undies because he already said he couldn’t lend me any. Didn’t he know I had wet them? What was his problem? Had he forgotten?

I rinsed them under the sink, hoping to wash the pee smell out. Once I was satisfied, I pulled the now sopping pair of panties up my legs. I hoped they would dry out before the morning came.

Once I got the shorts on, I hung up the towel and went back into the bedroom.

“Hey Eileen. You took a while, and it’s like nine o’ clock now.” He said from his position on the bed. He was reading a novel of some sort.

“Oh, sorry,” I blushed. “I tend to take a while.”

After I yawned, Owen said, “Do you want to sleep now? You seem really tired.” Could he notice the bags under my eyes?

I know nine is pretty early, and I did want to hang out with him, I concluded it wouldn’t hurt to go to sleep earlier. I needed it, after all.

“Yeah, sure, thanks.” I replied, climbing into bed. Before I knew it, he was asleep, and not long after that, I was too.

Owen was shaking me awake at seven o’ clock in the morning.

“Ugh, not again!” I shouted, and hopped out of bed. I would be late two times in a row. My boss didn’t really care that much, but there would still be some sort of penalty after three days in a row.

“You’ve wet the bed before this?” He asked, his eyebrows scrunched. My heart skipped a beat. My side of the bed was all wet. So were the shorts I borrowed.

“Oh!” I said, remembering. “No. I didn’t even wet the bed. I washed out my panties of pee yesterday and didn’t dry them.”

“Well the bed smells like pee.” He said, crossing his arms. I peeled back the waistband of the shorts I was wearing and felt my panties. They were certainly soaked. Had I wet the bed?

“Oh god, I’m so sorry Owen.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it, it’s fine.” He said, pulling off the sheets. “It could’ve been the fact that your shorts were wet with water. It probably triggered an accident or something. Did you have any weird dreams?”

I shook my head. My cheeks were damp as tears fell from my eyes. He dropped the sheets and came over to comfort me.

“Don’t worry about it, I still love you.” He said. “Hey, calm down. It’s okay.”

I wiped my eyes and sniffled. I was a grown woman! How could I have wet the bed?

“Look, just go get changed and we can forget this ever happened.” He gave me a warm smile and let go of me.

“I don’t have anything to change into.”

He tossed me a pair of his boxers.

Maybe he was right. Maybe it was just the fact that I was wearing wet panties. I decided to shrug it off, he said he would forget about it anyway.

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I’m unsure what to make of this story. In parts it seems serious, other times it seems tongue-in-cheek. If you’re going for the absurd or a screwball comedy, and just warming up… then bring it on, we don’t have enough of those and I’d love to where this would go in those directions.