All of a sudden, the door burst open. “There you are!” Peter’s mother exclaimed. “What’s going on with this?!” she asked. In one hand is the black dress he’d worn last night, in the other, the lingerie. She must have found them in his bedroom since he didn’t exactly hide them after getting undressed last night… he just hung them neatly.
“Er…” Peter croaked.
It took his mother a matter of seconds to notice similar items of clothing hanging in the spare room. “What have you two been up to?” she asked.
“Er…” Peter croaked.
“Mel and Audrey made us wear them.” Paul confessed. “They always do.” he said. “Ever since we smashed the windows at the village hall.”
“What windows? When?” she quizzed before summoning them downstairs. She stormed out.