“I’m going to use the bathroom,” I say, stepping out of my panties. I bend to pick them up. Carlo beats me to it, though. “You don’t need these,” he tells me as he pockets them. I lift a shoulder and walk towards the bathroom. “Suit yourself. If you want all your men getting a glimpse of my vajayjay when I get in and out of your car, because this skirt is pretty short, that’s totally your choice.” “Wait! I take it back. Put these on,” he says.
