"P-P-P-Panties?!?!"
Alex stammered, his face going pale.
"These aren't mine! I swear!" He waved his hands frantically, his voice cracking as he staggered back.
Garry barely held in a laugh.
"Damn…" he muttered under his breath before biting his tongue.
Nobody paid him any attention.
Suzan, however, wasn't having it.
"Of course, they're not yours, you dumbass! These belong to a woman! Don't play with me! Who's the bitch?"
Her eyes were sharp, burning with rage.
"And why the hell were they in MY ROOM?!"
She clenched the pink panties in her hand, her fingers trembling.
Suzan's mother, Kelly, stammered from behind.
"Suzan… th-this… maybe we should talk about this later?" She gulped, eyeing the scene of horror her daughter was creating.
She reached for Suzan's wrist, trying to shove the panties back into her bag.
"No, mother! Let me talk this out!" Suzan yanked her arm free, her fury unshaken.
"I want to know who the hell this belongs to! Tell me, Alex!"
