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Before You Judge A Person, First You Must Walk A Mile In Her Panties 1/5
anonymous
December 27 2010, 18:22:47 UTC
Washington, DC was a dangerous, unpredictable place, and an experienced traveler knew the importance of preparing for almost every imaginable eventuality. Butch, however, was not an experienced traveler. If he was, then he might have put sensible underwear on that morning
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Before You Judge A Person, First You Must Walk A Mile In Her Panties 2/5
anonymous
December 27 2010, 18:23:57 UTC
"It looks like you got hit in the thigh," El said. "I don't think it hit an artery or you'd be dead by now, but shit, I don't know. Oh god. My Dad taught me some medical stuff but I wasn't any good at it anyway because I broke the clicky thing in the resuscitation mannequin and I used to spend biology lessons drawing unicorns in my workbook
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Before You Judge A Person, First You Must Walk A Mile In Her Panties 3/5
anonymous
December 27 2010, 18:29:59 UTC
"No they're not," Butch said, out of reflex. Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit. "Ha-ha. That's the dumbest fucking thing I've ever heard. Ha ha... ha."
El frowned. "No, I'm sure they're mine. They have lace on them, for Christ's sake. I'd recognize those panties anywhere. I even wrote my name in the waistband."
It was true. "You write your name in your underwear?" said Butch, as if this was news to him. "God, you're such a loser."
El would not be swayed. "You stole my panties and you're wearing my panties!" she shrieked.
Butch tried to blend in with the interior wall of the preservation shelter. He prayed for a Communist attack, an air strike, an alien invasion, the second coming of Jesus tapdancing Christ, anything. The buzz from the stimpack deserted him, so he just felt trapped and stupid.
"You... you've been going through my stuff, haven't you?" said El, leveling an accusing finger at him.
Yes. "No," Butch said.
"God, you such a fucking asshole," El fumed. "What else did you steal?"
Before You Judge A Person, First You Must Walk A Mile In Her Panties 4/5
anonymous
December 27 2010, 18:32:48 UTC
El glanced to the skeleton, as if she was worried about him eavesdropping, and squared her shoulders. "I get to watch you jerk off while you wear them."
"Fine," Butch replied, as nonchalantly as possible. He looked around the inside of the preservation shelter, searching for something that he could fix his attention on, and coughed. "You, uh... You don't find this too weird or anything?"
"I'm just angry because you went through my stuff, you creep. It's a good job you're pretty, or I'd save myself a lot of trouble and sell you into slavery."
It was true: Butch was ridiculously good-looking. He smirked, although he still felt kind of apprehensive - El was tolerating his choice in underwear remarkably well, and it made him suspicious. If he'd caught a guy in a charming pair of panties, then... shit. He would've used it as blackmail material for years. It would've been too good an opportunity to waste. "So, you're not gonna give me a hard time about this, then? 'Cos don't pretend you ain't tempted
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OP OF FIRST SEQUEL REQUEST
anonymous
December 27 2010, 19:54:30 UTC
Wha-how did- WELL NOW IT NEEDS A THIRD PART I GUESS JEEZ AND DANG!!! That was so good, I friggin love how you write Butch, it's genius and the dynamic between the two is just about my favorite relationship I've read on the meme.
Sorry to be so greedy it's just really good and I have to know how it ends!!!! Awesome!!!
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"but what he lacked in accuracy, he made up for in enthusiasm." <--- this this is every time I've ever used him as a companion.
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I remember hearing about that nutmeg shit a few weeks ago, hahaha
Brilliant.
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That sounds all sorts of painful. I have issues even COOKING with the stuff.
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El frowned. "No, I'm sure they're mine. They have lace on them, for Christ's sake. I'd recognize those panties anywhere. I even wrote my name in the waistband."
It was true. "You write your name in your underwear?" said Butch, as if this was news to him. "God, you're such a loser."
El would not be swayed. "You stole my panties and you're wearing my panties!" she shrieked.
Butch tried to blend in with the interior wall of the preservation shelter. He prayed for a Communist attack, an air strike, an alien invasion, the second coming of Jesus tapdancing Christ, anything. The buzz from the stimpack deserted him, so he just felt trapped and stupid.
"You... you've been going through my stuff, haven't you?" said El, leveling an accusing finger at him.
Yes. "No," Butch said.
"God, you such a fucking asshole," El fumed. "What else did you steal?"
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"Fine," Butch replied, as nonchalantly as possible. He looked around the inside of the preservation shelter, searching for something that he could fix his attention on, and coughed. "You, uh... You don't find this too weird or anything?"
"I'm just angry because you went through my stuff, you creep. It's a good job you're pretty, or I'd save myself a lot of trouble and sell you into slavery."
It was true: Butch was ridiculously good-looking. He smirked, although he still felt kind of apprehensive - El was tolerating his choice in underwear remarkably well, and it made him suspicious. If he'd caught a guy in a charming pair of panties, then... shit. He would've used it as blackmail material for years. It would've been too good an opportunity to waste. "So, you're not gonna give me a hard time about this, then? 'Cos don't pretend you ain't tempted ( ... )
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Sorry to be so greedy it's just really good and I have to know how it ends!!!! Awesome!!!
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W...you...are you the actual KinkGod? How do you think of these things? It has to happen, author!anon, whatever comes next, it needs to be wrote.
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Actually I gotta go with 'Rebel Without A Clue'.
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