TG fiction raider of the last panties
To say Ralph was good at panty raids was a massive understatement. He was
the absolute king of the g-string. In 18 months at college he had raided his frat’s
sister sorority six times and amassed 27 pairs of underwear, which now hung
from his bedroom wall like trophies with the exception of a black latex thong
from the drawers of the sorority’s president that took pride of place in the
fratemity’s TV room.