" But Morgen, I swear, I wasn't-" They are really pretty, pink panties, aren't they?" Listen, Morgen, I don't know what you're trying to do, but I swe...r, nomatter what you think I wasn't -" Marshall, you didn't answer my question," Morgen interrupts. "Look atthe panties. Don't you think they're pretty? Pretty pink panties?"Against my will, I look over at the panties. I take in the lace, theslippery texture, the elastic at the waist with the scrunched up fabriccreating small ripples like shiny. If they chose to behave sexually, none of us were going to stop them. That wasn't such an obvious no-brainer as it seems, as sooner or later the truth of these dates was going to be revealed, and that would socially hurt the girls that'd fallen for it, so we only chose to let girls we didn't like participate. Some of them started acting as we wanted the Targets to act (we called them "Semi-Targets"). None of us objected to that, especially not my teammates. It worked out well, because where the. Slowly a smile crept onto his face and he hanged up the phone. “Don’t worry sis mum won’t find out and you won’t tell her” “Oh really, well we will just see about that” she spun around and started walking towards the staircase, her brother got up and ran to her and grabbed her arm and spun her around and placed a cool metallic object up to her throat and lead her to his room and threw her on the bed “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” “Be quiet and you won’t hurt get hurt” She just kept bickering. Silly.”“It’s not silly if you’re crying,” said Rhee.Eventually, Rhee got the story out of her mom. It seems that she had set her cap for a male co-worker and had finally gotten up the gumption on a previous day to ask him out. She had started that conversation by asking if he was seeing someone. He had responded, “No, I haven’t dated in quite some time.” They had agreed on a week from today. At work, today, she was chatting with a co-worker friend who regaled her with tales of her bedroom romp.