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“I didn’t want to drive with no underwear on,” she told hi over her shoulder at him “What if I’d been in an accident? What would the paramedics think?”

“I’d hope they’d be thinking about helping you, not worrying about what the fuck you’re wearing” He had an offended look on his face, and she sighed She guessed if the paraet past the short, black skirt and yellow corset she earing, having no underwear on wouldn’t come as much of a shock

Sloan gave her a hard slap on the ass “Wait here”

Like she was going anywhere But she wisely kept that quip to herself She had a healthy sense of self-preservation, after all

She turned her head to watch him walk behind the small bar When he returned, he held a small knife in his hand

“Sloan, I’ll take them off,” she said hastily

He’d never insisted she call hih, he did seem to have an unnatural dislike of underwear On her

“No, you had that chance You know ”

He moved behind her

She groaned “But these are ainst her flushed skin

“You have good panties?”

He was such a ood underwear These ones didn’t have holes or pulls and they were a pretty lace, not plain cotton

“Yes And these are them Please, can they be saved?”

He sighed A long, drawn out sound that h she didn’t let him see it