"Justin, why aren't you wearing any underpants?" asked Kero.

Justin stopped digging through the pile of assorted items at the foot of his bed and pulled himself into a kneeling position, turning to face Kero. He clutched a few assorted comic books to his chest, having grabbed them from under the foot of his bed. "How'd you know?" he asked.

Kero shrugged, "The back of your jeans slipped down a little while you were bending over to get those comics. I wasn't, like... keeping tabs on it or anything..."

Justin dropped the comics onto the bed, letting them fill the gap between himself and the teenage cat. "They're all in the wash, except for my favourite ones over there" he motioned towards the corner of the room, "And those ones are soaked from the rain."

Nodding, Kero remembered the devastating rainfall over the last few days. It had mostly eased now, although glancing out of the window of Justin's bedroom he could still see the grey sky and trailing paths of raindrops down the glass of the window. The day before, the rain had been so heavy that Justin had ran home from school, not daring to ride his skateboard, and had been utterly drenched.

Curious, the cat peered over towards the corner of the room. A small laundry basket sat there, filled with Justin's school clothes from the day before, including the wolf's pair of bright green boxer shorts, boasting a vibrant Green Lantern logo on the front of the crotch. The fabric was now darkened with the rain water that had soaked right through them, just as utterly drenched as every other piece of clothing that rested in the basket.  

"Didn't know they even made Green Lantern underwear" commented Kero.

"They don't" explained Justin, "Had to get knock-off ones off ebay. So, did you want to borrow any of these?" he asked, motioning to the comics before him.

Kero glanced out of the window. The rain had definitely eased, but only to a degree, and the weather report had indicated several more days worth of rain to come. He sighed. "Maybe Aquaman, I guess. So what are you going to wear to the party?" he asked.

Justin shrugged, "Hadn't thought about it. I'll ask Patches."





"No! You're doing it wrong!" whined Justin.

The man behind the counter blinked in confusion, and stopped arranging the various meats on the sandwich. "I thought you said that you wanted extra chicken?"

Justin shook his head, "No, I want a twelve inch sandwich. Not six inch, twelve inches! With extra cheese and chicken, and then I want meatballs - loads of meatballs! But without the ham. And I want turkey, but the turkey has to be heated up in the microwave first, and... not that cheese!"

The man stopped, his hand motioning from the various different types of cheeses that the store offered. He thought to himself 'Yeah kid, I'm sure you just love twelve inches, but not of sandwiches'.

"The spicey cheese" Justin continued, "And when that's ready, we need pickles, but not too many of them, maybe just three slices, and tomato. But no lettuce, and I mean NO lettuce. And barbeque sauce. No, more barbeque sauce. Yeah, a little more? That's it."

Handing over the sandwich to the kid, the man turned to the next customer, a fox tinted in vibrant pink. "And what would you like, m.. erm.. what would you like?" he asked, the word 'miss' dying on his lips in a fleeting moment of uncertainty.

Patches smiled, "I'll just have a small ham sandwich. Nothing extra, thank you hun. And don't worry, six inches is plenty for me."

Justin was taking huge, slovering bites out of his foot-long sandwich as Patches sat down to join him, dripping excess barbeque sauce across the table as he did so.

The wolf stopped for a moment, peeling open the sandwich. He sighed, "Stupid... He forgot the beef."

"You didn't order any beef" smirked Patches.

"Didn't I?" asked Justin. "Well... that's no excuse. He should have guessed that I wanted it, anyway."

Patches rolled his eyes, and placed a small plastic bag on the table, offering it over to Justin. "Well, here's what you asked for."

Dropping his sandwich in a puddle of barbeque sauce, Justin peered into the bag. Inside was a spare pair of underwear, but it definitely wasn't boxers. The fabric was far too thin, the hips on them far too low, and the little love-heart on the crotch of the panties only worked to emphasise the frills. 'Wait' Justin thought, 'Frills?'

"These... they're girl's panties" he replied.

Patches shook his head, "They're blue, aren't they? Blue for boys."

Justin sighed. He was running out of time, the party was tonight. They would have to do.

Noticing his hesitation, Patches grinned. He leaned over the table, moving nice and close to Justin. The fox's breath tickled Justin's neck as Patches said in a quiet, sensual voice "Besides, I think you'd really suit them."

"Really?" asked Justin.

Patches nodded, "I'd love to see you in them."

Justin flushed. The fox was only a fraction of an inch from his lips as they spoke. The wolf's jeans started to feel very tight. Justin shuffled, but the tightness didn't ease.

"Or I could wear them first, just to model them for you. Would you like that?" asked Patches.

Justin bit his lip. He was now certain it wasn't the jeans that were tight, simply the front of them. "I.. ermm.." he whimpered quietly, not wanting to breath too hard for fear that his erection would rub against the hard denim of his jeans. "Well, maybe, I guess, but..."

"Hmmm," said Patches, playfully. "But if you've not got any others to wear... what are you wearing now?" The fox was grinning from ear to ear. He knew that it was mean to tease the poor wolf, but those shades of red that Justin would transform into were simply too adorable to miss out on.

Justin stuttered, "Ermm.. nothing really.. I guess.."

"Oh, you're going commando?" whispered Patches, the fox's lips brushing against the fur of Justin's ear. "Can I see?"

There was a dull thud as the front of Justin's jeans bumped against the underside of the table. The wolf clasped his hands down over his crotch, trying his best to press the errant organ back into its proper position. "There, umm.. not much to see, honest!" he replied, sinking just a little lower in the table as he turned a deeper shade of red.





Wrapping a towel around his waist, Justin got out of the shower. He felt pleased with himself - he'd been able to shower without masturbating, an almost herculean feat of willpower.

He sunk down onto his bed and stared at the plastic bag opposite, containing Patches' gift.

He thought back to the text message he'd received from Kero a few days previously, inviting him to the party. A party for which he knew very little detail. Would there be women at the party? Would it be wild? On some level, Justin didn't expect that Kero would get invited to -that- kind of party. But he couldn't know that for sure. The cat had surprised him before.

Opening the bag, Justin tipped the contents onto the bed. Could always go commando, he thought to himself. But should he risk it?

He checked his watch. Party was in an hour.





Travis charged across the back yard with two other of his friends, each ranging from ages of five to seven. Kero's youngest brother, Travis had now hit the respectable age of seven years old himself, and was making the most of the time by spraying one of his friends with a water pistol.

The grass was packed with mud, which flecked across Travis' shorts. The rain had eased, ensuring that the mud was wet and pliable, splattering over the clothes of the children. Travis didn't care, and neither did his friends. The sun was out, for the first time in almost a week - and it was bright, and very warm. Today was Travis' birthday, and they were hard-set to roll around in the mud and have buckets of fun.

One of Travis' friend dived behind a deck chair, upon which sat Justin.

Pausing in mid-aim, Travis reconsidered spraying the water anywhere near his older brother's unpleasant and moody friend, and instead raced off with his crowd of friends to the other side of the garden.

Justin glowered moodily at Kero, who sat opposite. "This party sucks" expressed the wolf.

"What's wrong with it?" asked Kero.

Justin folded his arms, sighing dramatically. "It's just a bunch of little kids running around and playing dumb games!"

Kero smiled innocently to Justin, "It's my little brother's birthday party. What did you expect?" retorted the cat.

Justin glanced at his wrist, forgetting for a moment that the wristbands around his arm didn't include a watch. "What time is it?" he grumbled, "I bet I'm missing the new episode of My Little Po... erm.. of some horror movie I could be watching right now."

Nodding, Kero gave Justin a friendly grin. "You sure love your horror movies."

The wolf nodded, while the assembled children in the rest of the garden began to dive between and under the plastic furniture in an attempt to out-shoot each other.

Justin sighed wistfully, and wished he'd paid closer attention to the details when Kero had invited him to a party. Justin had expected a wild party, perhaps a college party, like the kinds he seen in the movies. Instead, he was wasting his time here, when he could have been spending it watching a cartoon in which a pony called Fluttershy outsmarted a hungry dragon.

Not that he was going to admit that to Kero.

The cat yawned, flexing a little as he streached out on the lawnchair. "I guess you'd be happier at a big kid's party, like that big one at the college dorm a few blocks from here, where all the cool people are going. That kind of place seems more your kind of scene, Justin."

Justin blinked. "There's another party?"

Kero shrugged, leaning back and looking up at the sky. "Yeah, all the older kids who're in college have been talking about it."

Justin perked an ear. "Oh, I see. Where abouts is it? At the dorms?"

Kero slid his sunglasses down over his eyes, and closed his eyelids. He smiled, enjoying the feel of the sun, having almost forgotten its touch in the days of rain that had presceeded. "Yeah."

When Kero next opened his eyes and looked around, Justin was nowhere to be seen.





"Waaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiit for meeeeeeeeeee" wailed Kero as he charged down the street, almost stumbling as he ran.

Justin's skateboard did not slow down. He couldn't hear Kero's cry, as he sped hurtling into the distance.

The wolf's mind was filled with ideas of the wonderful adventures he was bound to get up to at the party. Justin had himself been to college, several decades before. His time at the Sorbonen was almost lost in the mists of memory, leaving him feeling that he had simply been told about the events almost a full century before, rather than having actually lived them. Why, there was one time that a friend of his, while chasing the green fairy, had actually stolen a professor's hat! Oh, those days...

Lost in his thoughts, Justin almost collided with a television set that hurtled from the open window of the college dorm room. The set struck the road and shattered into pieces, hurtling across the road.

Two college kids stuck their heads out of the window and yelled "Whoa! T.V. Pong!!"

Justin smiled. This was going to be perfect.

He hopped off the board and tucked it under one arm, just as Kero caught up with him. The cat was struggling to catch his breath, and clasped Justin's shoulder to stop from falling over. "Ju.. huff... gasp.." he wheezed.

"Glad you kept up" replied Justin, "Look! This is going to be awesome. Come on!"





Buckforth Arndale, known as 'Bucky' to his friends, slumped against the main door and finished the bottle of light beer.

His light-auburn spotted leopard fur was flattened slick against him, as he had just been swimming in the dorm house's pool, but he had decided to get out and stop swimming when he was convinced that he was too drunk to stay afloat.

Bucky's near-naked body left a trail of water as he slid against the doorframe. He unfastened the latch, hefted the door open, and threw up.

"Erm, hi?" came a voice.

Bucky looked up. Standing to one side of the door, out of the way of puddle of vomit, was a young wolf dressed in a hooded jumper and baggy pants.

Propping himself up against the frame of the door, Bucky scratched the happy trail leading from his bellybutton to the inside of his swimming shorts. He caught his breath. "Who you, mate?"

"I'm Justin" said the wolf, "There a party here? Can I come in?"

Stifling a laugh, Bucky snorted. "No way kid. You're what, twelve or something?"

Justin narrowed his eyes, "I'm a hundred year old monster of unfathomable power. Let me in to your party."

A wide grin crossed Bucky's face, smiling in amusement. "I like you, kid. Wait here."

With that, Bucky slipped into the hallway, and shouted for someone. A few moments later, a second figure emerged from the doorway. Standing beside Bucky, her figure was dark and well-groomed, with striking eyes. She was dressed in large amounts of very tacky, very dark clothes. Plastic skull pendants and earings arrayed her features. Her beak was proud and strong, her feathers striking.

"This here's Lenore" said Bucky, "She's my bird."

Justin's eyes widened. "You're a raven?" he asked.

"That's right. And aren't you the cutest thing?" said Lenore, sliding an arm around the leopard's hips.

The wolf folded his arms, "I'm not cute. I'm a vicious bloodthirsty monster. Can I come in and join your party?"

The raven smiled, and motioned to Kero, "Is he your friend?"

Justin nodded.

"Why's he standing all the way on the other side of the road like that?" asked Lenore.

"So that he's not damaging my awesome cool vibe." replied Justin.

Lenore hummed softly, imitating thought. She smiled to Justin, obviously having taken quite a fondness for the wolf. "All right. You can come in, if you show me a really neat trick."

"A trick?" asked Justin.

The raven nodded. "But it has to be something really cool."

Justin gave a grin. "Hey, I can show you something that's so cool, it's twenty percent cooler than anything you've ever seen before. Got a phone?"

Lenore reached into her pocket. "I'll get it back, right?"

Justin nodded, taking the raven's phone. He fiddled with it for a moment, accessing the phone's built-in web browser. He did a quick search, and located a video. He hit the play button, and handed it back to Lenore.

She stared at the screen. "What's this?" she asked.

"Just watch" replied Justin.

Bucky leaned in to look at the screen as well, curious as small cartoon sounds started to drift from the phone's small speaker. "Oh hey, I know this one!" he laughed. "This is the one where Twilight Sparkle outwits the gryphon, isn't it?"

Lenore shot Bucky a confused look. "Who?"

Bucky jabbed his wet finger at the screen, enthusiastically. "That one. That's Twilight Sparkle. The blue one's Rainbow Dash, she's the best!"

"So, can I come in?" asked Justin, impatiently.

"Yeah, yeah sure you can, little buddy!" replied Bucky enthusiastically. "C'mon in. Just... don't go upstairs, okay? I think the bedrooms are in use, and... hey Lenore, watch this bit, you'll love it..."





Kero scurried through the doorway, pulling up beside Justin. The wolf was paused in the sitting room, watching the assembled crowd.

The party was thriving.

The sitting room's large glass doors were thrown open, leading into the garden. A set of large speakers were wired through the room, blaring vibrant metal tunes. There was a loud splash as one of the teenagers threw himself into the pool, resulting in a gigantic splash.

One cheetah slipped her way through the crowd, handing out slices of cold pizza, while another passed around the remaining burgers and sausages from an earlier barbeque. Several coolers lined the side of the pool, their cold temperatures chilling light beers.

Most of the teenagers assembled were in various stages of swimwear. A few of the female party-goers sunbathed bare-chested on the lawn, to which Kero flushed a deep red and turned to look away.

Justin grabbed Kero's arm and pulled the cat into the middle of the party.

"Justin!" yelped Kero, "I really don't think we should be here."

The wolf rolled his eyes, "Kero, no offense, but you totally need to be here. Remember that time you refused to watch that adult-rated movie with us?"

"But that was illegal!" gasped Kero, in his own meager defence.

Pulling the cat along, Justin hurried him out into the garden. The sun was already starting to set, and several wet beachballs hurtled their way through the crowds. Justin batted it back into the pool, where it was caught by an especially drunk rabbit.

"Justiiiiin" whined Kero, "We should... I don't know... go somewhere more age-appropriate!"

Tugging Kero along by the arm, Justin clambered up onto the patio and grabbed a burger from the sizzling, cooling barbeque. He thrust one out to Kero, "Here, eat this."

"But..." said Kero, peeling the top of the bun free from the burger, "What if it's got drugs in it?"

Justin rolled his eyes. He threw off his jumper, and looked around. "Hey, let's head up to that balcony up there!" he said, pointing towards the second floor of the dorm building, "I bet it's a great view from up there."

Kero complained all the way. "Justin, I don't think those are cigarettes that those boys over there are smoking!" he stated as Justin tugged him along the sitting room and into the hallway.

"Probably not" mumbled Justin.

Three college boys ran down the stairs, almost bumping into Justin along the way, each throwing assorted pillows and cushions at each other. Kero gasped as he noticed that each of them had left their swimming trunks at the pool. "Justin!" he gasped, "You can see their thingies!"

"Well quit staring at them, then!" yipped Justin, pulling Kero along by the arm towards the balcony.

The pair reached the balcony. Kero was, by now, pale as a sheet, his innocent mind forever haunted by the sights he had witnessed. "Justin! Those two people in the closet back there were having.. you know.. intercourse!"

Justin scooped a bottle of light beer from the nearest cooler. "Kero. Really, it's fine, stop worrying! Here, drink this."

"But..." Kero stammered, reaching out to gently push the bottle away, "It's alcohol!"

Justin took one glance at the bottle, and feigned surprise. "So it is! C'mon bud, live a little. Enjoy it!"

"But..." whimpered Kero, flushing bright red.

Justin sighed, and rolled his eyes. "Look, I'll take a sip, then you take a sip. Then we'll go and play truth or dare with those guys on the side of the pool. Maybe you'll see more thingies before the end of the night."





It was at first thought that when a vampire drinks the blood of a drunk, the resulting sickness they experience was due to the vampiric body purging itself of the sinful nature of the prey.

In later years, growth in medical understanding had come to recognise that the reaction was not due to sin or evil, but was caused by a simple allergy. The yeast content, and the process of fermentation, resulted in the growth of certain antibodies within alcohol. These antibodies are rejected by the vampire's blood system. Usually in quite vigorous means.

Hence why Dracula stated that he never drank wine.

This resulting discovery was hailed with applause from the vampire community. But, given that the vampire community kept to itself and operated in strict secrecy, the discovery was utterly unnoticed by the rest of society in general.

As a result, this news did not in any way ease the distress of a Doberman who happened to be standing beneath a balcony on the day that Justin crashed a dorm party.

The Doberman in question had been attending the party, and was having a relatively good time. He had drank his share of light beer, ate a few burgers, and rutted an especially fetching lady cat in the back seat of her dad's car, to much satisfaction for both parties. He was positively in high spirits, and was attempting to chat up his second conquest of the night, hoping that in the morning his cock would be as sore as his head.

It was at that point that he heard a noise from the balcony above.

He looked up to investigate the noise.

The noise sounded like "HHHUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRGGGGLLLHHHHRRRRFFFFPPPPHHHCCCHHHHHH!!"

Something wet then descended at great speed and volume from above, and the Doberman's world went very dark.





Justin recognised the Doberman from the moment that the figure below wiped the mess from his face.

"You!" Justin exclaimed. "You're the dog from the cinema!"

The Doberman growled. And when his eyes met Justin's, rage shot through them. "You! You're that pup from the fast food joint!"

"Ermm... sorry?" called Justin to the Doberman.

The Doberman growled, showing his glistening teeth. The woman he was speaking to had dived for cover, leaving him standing alone. "You are DEAD, little man!" snarled the Doberman, and charged for the door.

Justin gave one glance to Kero, and muttered "Run!"

As the Doberman was pushing through the crowd in the sitting room, Justin pelted down the upstairs hallway.

The wolf turned, hurring down the stairway towards the door - but the Doberman rounded the corner into the hallway, and began to scramble up the stairs towards Justin.

Skidding to a halt, Justin turned on his heel and scrambled back up the stairs. But it was too late. The Doberman's hands fastened on Justin's hefty baggy pants, and pulled the wolf towards him.

Justin yelled, kicking out at the Doberman. The two of them tumbled down the stairway, falling head over heels. The world spun.

Justin sat up, rubbing his head. Beside him, the Doberman was gradually picking himself up.

A crowd had gathered now, eager to watch the events. The Doberman was almost at his feet, while Justin was pulling himself up by the stairs.

The Doberman lunged for the wolf. When without missing a beat, Bucky tore his way through the crowd and pulled the Doberman back.

"Chill!" he snapped to the Doberman. "Leave the little guy alone."

"But..." started the Doberman.

"Dude, don't cause a scene." whispered Bucky to the Doberman. "Just let it go."

Justin caught his breath. With so many people assembled, the last thing he wanted to do was get drawn into a full-scale brawl with anyone. Especially when he was leaning there, his shirt ruffled and torn, his bare legs shaking and...

Wait, he thought to himself, bare legs? Where are my... Oh...

He turned to look. His jeans had been pulled free from his legs, tugging down the moment that the Doberman had grabbed them on the stairs. In the ensuing fall, he had barely even noticed.

The rest of the assembled crowds had noticed. There were chuckles and snorts, and quiet little whispers.

Not about the jeans, of course. But about the pair of tight panties that Justin was wearing instead.





By the time Kero got to the top of the stairs, the sound of the fighting had died down. He was whimpering terribly, and just wanted to go home. Justin had dragged him into yet another wild adventure, and it sounded like this time it had caught up with the wolf.

A cheer erupted from downstairs. Kero took a deep breath and hurried down.

When he got into the hallway, he turned into the chaotic sitting room and gasped at the sight.

Four college students had hoisted Justin up onto their shoulders, and were parading him through the room. The rest of the assembled party were cheering in celebration.

Bucky stood on the sofa, a beer in one hand, and loudly proclaimed "All hail the Prince of the Panties!"

The crowd cheered a mighty hip-hip-hooray.

Kero slumped against the door frame, feeling dizzy. The college kids thought it was funny. No, they thought it was hillarious. Kero thought his knees were going to give out.

Bucky turned and pointed towards Kero. "The Prince's friend! Quick, all hail... what's your name, kid?"

Kero froze, and stammered. "Ke.. ke.."

"Keke?" queried Bucky. "All hail... Kaiser Keke!"

A cheer went up from the crowd, and Kero was hoised onto their shoulders as well.

Lenore hurried up onto the chair beside Bucky. She called to Justin, "What's your fraternity?"

Justin stopped reveling in his newfound adulation for a moment, and turned. "My what?"

"What house are you from?" she asked. "You do have one, right?"

Justin paused to think for a moment. "Well... Not really?"

"Oh, you should totally join ours!" she replied.

Bucky waved his hands, "A hazing! We need to haze the Prince!"

A cheer went up from the audience.

"And the Prince's friend as well!" shouted someone.

Kero glanced around, nervously. "Now... wait a moment here..."

"I'll get the hazing paddle!" called Bucky.

Justin's ears perked up at the last word.

The wolf was no stranger to paddles, his vampiric father insisted that Justin keep his own hanging by a piece of string on the lad's bedroom wall. The idea being that this would keep it close at hand, and hopefully confirm Justin's good behaviour.

It was a meager paddle, in most respects, no more than ten inches long, and made of a varnished hardwood, with four small holes drilled through its surface.

The paddle that Bucky dragged out of the back room was nothing like his dad's. For a start, it was almost twice as thick, and almost two foot long. The holes were not simple holes, but carved greek letters.

Justin scrambled from the crowd's shoulders. "Hey, Kero?" he called.

Kero whimpered, scrambling up to grab onto Justin's arm, clinging to it for dear life. "Yeah?"

Clasping Kero by both shoulders, Justin looked the cat in the eye. "How do you feel about doing something amazingly heroic?"

"Not so good" replied Kero.

"Tough" answered Justin back, and dived past the cat, making a straight line away from the crowd. "Hold them back for me!" he shouted to the cat, as the wolf yanked open the the door leading to the basement and dived in, slamming it shut behind him.





"I still don't understand how you escaped from the basement" said Patches.

The fox reclined against the foot of Justin's bed.

Justin sat opposite. "That's a trade secret" he replied. He wasn't about to explain that, in the shadows of the basement, he had been able to summon his vampiric ability to dive through the shadow realm and swim to freedom.

Kero grumbled, "I think he found a window to sneak out from."

The wolf smiled to Kero. "That'd be telling" he smiled.

Patches turned to Kero, "Well that's how Justin escaped. But how did you get out?"

Kero sighed, plumping up Justin's pillow, and gently sinking down to sit on it. He winced slightly, and slid onto his stomache, lightly rubbing his aching backside.

Justin smiled, "Let's just say that Kero took one for the team."

Kero bit his lip.





"Thanks for dinner, Mister Justin's dad!" said Kero lightly.

Patches smiles and patted Kero's shoulder, as the two stood in the hallway. Justin's sire, Gregory, nodded warmly to the two. "You're both most welcome."

On his father's insistence, Justin was begrudgingly assisting the butler in escorting the dishes and crockery to the kitchen. Justin paused, mid-step, and gave Kero and Patches a wave. "I'll see you both tomorrow."

Kero nodded, lightly rubbing his sore and still very-red backside.

Leaning closer, Patches whispered into Kero's ear. "If you want to do it, now's the time" said the fox, quietly.

Kero bit his lip. He and Patches had formulated the plan only a short few hours ago, a little bit of revenge on Justin for his ruthless manipulation of the poor cat. But Kero was still hesitant. It seemed such a mean thing to do to Justin. After all, the wolf was such a cool guy, as far as Kero was concerned.

The sting in his soft little feline bottom convinced him that turnaround was fair play.

Kero hurried over across the hallway, carefully side-stepping Justin's father, and gave Justin a big hug.

"Thanks for convincing me to go to that college party with all those older kids" said Kero, loudly.

Justin flushed.

"I mean, I've never seen so much beer, or so many naked teenagers, not in my entire life. You're so cool for sneaking me in to it, Justin!" chirped Kero in his sweetest, most innocent voice.

Gregory gave Justin a very firm, very level gaze. Justin turned to look down at the ground.

With that done, and ignoring the sting in his rump, Kero hurried back over to Patches. The two waved to Justin, and headed out the door.

As the door swung shut, Justin kept his gaze downturned. "Ermm..." he mumbled.

Gregory folded his arms.

"I'll... just go and fetch the paddle, shall I?" asked Justin.

Gregory nodded. "And, Justin?"

The wolf bit his lip, hesitantly. "Yes, sir?"

"Just so you know, those panties that I know you're wearing? I can't even start to guess at why you're wearing them, but don't expect to keep them up, either."

Justin nodded, blushing even brighter still.