It happens in slow motion. I’m unable to completely process what’s going to occur as everything else fades away and the only sound is the long, drawn-out noise of JP saying, “What . . . the . . . fuuuuuuck?” It was never my intention to anger him more, nor was it my intention to cause him to fall. But I accomplished both things . . . whilst pantsing him at the same time. Yup, just like that, with a slight yank, those elastic-banded shorts of his slide right off his narrow hips and down his legs, causing him to stumble even more. I cry out in horror because, good God, there are loose shorts in
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