He gulped at the thought of staying in his sister’s bedroom, and he knew he’d never be able to have his friends around unless it was completely redecorated. He felt he’d come up with some leverage. “Mum?” he asked.

His mother stopped what she was doing, faced him and said. “If you got something to say come in and say it.”

Peter glanced down and gulped. He was still hiding behind the door, embarrassed of his attire.

“I mean it Peter, you’re only wearing what you chose to wear… and you’ll be wearing nothing else until I decide otherwise.”

Peter reluctantly stepped from behind the door. Shame flooded through his veins as his mother and sister looked down at his knickers. “Not very excited now are you?” his mother observed as Peter hung his head. “Well?” she prompted.