I snuck up behind her and grabbed her waistband and pulled. "Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" she cried as I pulled her underwear, and with each pull, I saw her butt shift as if trying to break out of her pants, and while looking at her underwear, I saw her name, Shori. She then, in between the pain, said, "Good job; I guess that means I have to go on a date with you." "What are you talking about?" I asked, "Well, you see, people keep asking me out almost every day, so I said that if you want to go out with me, you have to wedgie me, but if you fail, I get to wedgie them." She smiled at that last part. I was thinking of what to do now that I have her underwear. I could take her up on the offer; she is one of the most gorgeous women I have even seen. On the other hand, the flag poll is right there; if I huge her up, I'll probably be really famous, or I could give her an atomic wedgie and run away.
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