Episode IV

14.

Mink snapped her fingers urgently. “Come on. We don’t have time for modesty. Give.”

“Why?”

“No time to explain. Here.” She offered me scissors from the librarian’s desk. “Just cut them off.”

I know it sounds odd, given that a crazed gunman was trying the break down the door, but all I could think about was whether or not my underpants were clean. Don’t deny that would be your first thought, too.

“Here, I’ll do it,” she said impatiently, taking a step toward me with the scissors.

“No!” I grabbed the scissors from her hand and turned my back toward her. There was something seriously wrong with this girl!

I unfastened the top of my jeans and lowered the zipper. I looked over my shoulder to make sure she wasn’t peeking, but she was busy messing around with some stuff she found in the librarian’s desk. I pulled my pants down to my knees and snipped down one leg of my boxer briefs, then the other leg. I pulled them up out of my pants and quickly refastened and rezipped everything. I spun around and gave her my black boxer briefs and the scissors.