Panty
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IN DATEN CITY…
THUD!
“Shit, I think I hit someone!”
Panty’s tone carried about as much concern as a used condom on the sidewalk—more annoyed than guilty. Not that this was the first felony on her track record.
“Please don’t tell me it’s that hot jogger who—”
“It’s not the hot jogger who passes by the church on Sundays,” Stocking cut in, barely looking up as she slid her shades down to inspect the mess.
“Oh. Then they’ll probably live. Whatever.”
Panty popped her door open, squinting outside. “Actually, lemme check. Might be another hot guy… hehehe.”