Amidst muffled giggles and shocked expressions, I tried my hardest to explain the situation. But Jake’s imagination was off the charts, picturing Mrs. Lisa as a secret superhero with special underwear made for flying. He even suggested that his Captain America boxers could hang beside her “hero gear.”
This became a regular thing—Lisa’s laundry would flutter in the wind, and Jake’s curiosity would grow. But when he asked if he could hang his own underwear next to hers, I realized it was time to put a stop to this. So, I confidently walked over to her house, ready to sort things out peacefully.
Lisa opened the door, and before I could get a word in, she let me know that she wasn’t going to change how she did her laundry for anyone. She laughed at my worries and told me to “chill out,” even giving me tips on how to make my clothes more exciting.
Feeling annoyed but motivated, I decided to come up with a clever plan. That night, I made the biggest, most colorful pair of granny panties using the brightest fabric I could find. The next day, when Lisa went out, I hung my creation right in front of her window.
