“Well,” she said in appraisal of the khakis, “looks like these are goners. Sorry Dante.” She stuffed the pants down the trashcan and let the lid shut.
The woman looked at the state of Dante’s underwear and shook her head while clicking her tongue. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk” she said to herself as she surveyed the mess. “I will never understand why so many people use cloth, but then don’t bother to put them in the plastic pants.” She shrugged and then went for Dante’s underwear.
“NO! DON’T!” Dante screamed as she ripped the sides of his tighty-whities open like it was nothing and unfolded them; exposing Dante’s genitals to the open air. He tried to cover himself in some way. But his body wouldn’t respond as the woman, Judy, had lowered his legs-back of the knees and all- back down to the table.