"Actually Miss Wilson, it was not Sarah's fault that she doesn't have panties on now," you start to explain. "I ripped it off her pretty butt before class today. Then I ..."
"Slow down mister. I can see through a lie when there's one." Miss Wilson looks at you with a twinkle in her eye. "Do you expect me to believe that explanation? If that's really what happened, can you show me her panty?"
"Ah, ah.... I dumped it in the trash," you stammer back. "I don't have a fetish for panties!"
"Is that true, Sarah?" Miss Wilson asks.
Sarah silently nods her head, trying to look angry. "That's why I was mad at him," she slowly explains.
"That wasn't anger I saw a while back," Miss Wilson counters. "Anyway, you have said what you have to say. Anything more?"
You and Sarah look at each other, expecting the worse.
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