It had taken her years to land a boyfriend. So despite her desire to say no, she dropped her shirt and pants at the bottom of the stairs, and entered the tiny kitchen/dining/living room of her basement suite. Hopefully her underwear would suffice.
“I thought you were going to replace these.”
“They're the most comfortable,” she tried to explain, but he sent them to her ankles.
“Give them to me,” he told her.
