Chapter 47: Great taste, huh?

"You wish, you jerk!" Leslie huffed. I replied, unfazed, "I've already been inside you. What's a pair of panties compared to that? It's not gross. Wash them and they're fine." Leslie puffed up, about to snap back, when Beatrice came down the stairs with her handbag. She saw Leslie twisting my ear, her brows knitting, and asked, "Leslie, what are you doing?" Caught, Leslie let go at once and snapped, "He stepped on my foot. Ow, that hurt like hell!" I drew in a sharp breath and thought, You're...