“Never mind.” she replied. However after supper, his mother insisted he puts some tights on, and accompanies him to his room to show him which pair. His mother closes the door shut, and asks him to sit at his dressing table. she takes her place on his pink bed and removes the knickers from his baby-doll from his laundry bin. “Did you enjoy wearing these last night?”
“No.” he replies confidently.
His shame reaches new depths as she point out the tell tale stain on them. “Well this stain says otherwise.” she said, before placing them in back in his laundry basket.
Peter hung his head in shame. “Sorry.” he sulked.
“Well until you can control yourself… you’ll be wearing these under your nightclothes.”