Of course, the second I said I was
fine, the knock grew about ten times more persistent, and I groaned a little.
Some people do not know when to quit. And here I am, practically
in my altogether…
Yes, boys and girls, I sleep in
my underwear.
That's it.
I know you're thanking me for that
"too much information" moment.
Flinging the door open, I peer through
the curtain of auburn hanging in my face, and I immediately wish I'd at
least thrown a sheet around me…
But noooooooo…
Here I am, standing there in my
underwear and bra, looking Mr. Neighborhood Friendly Pothead in the face.
"Um…I heard you yellin', which is
saying a lot, saying as I usually sleep like the dead, and…I thought I'd
see what was going on, and next thing I know you're standing here in…uh…yeah…"
It seems my lack of clothing didn't
hit him until now, and he was stumbling over his own words, and…
"Aw, geez…sorry. I didn't even realize that you were in…that."
"Come on, Van Dam. You think
I'm going to buy the fact you've never seen a girl in her underwear before?
Oooh, look, this is a bra. You know what's under there?" If
he was going to be flustered about this, I certainly was going to have
fun with it.
Even if it was cruel.
"How can you not realize I'm not
wearing anything? I mean, you're a guy, and Mini-Me should be payin'
a visit…"
Shrugging a little, I stepped back
into my room, starting to close the door, just a little.
If I didn't…behave myself…things
could turn out bad.
Or good.
Or just plain messy.
Or a combination of all three…
However, I actually (gasp!) had morals,
and maybe Kari had reiterated that in me when I'd talked to her earlier
– the comment about how I acted like a ho had stung a little, not that
I was going to let anyone know that.
"Anyway, I'm fine. And…you
can go back to sleep, and all will be just…ducky."
