“Dad, how come whenever we clean Ben's place, we find a lot of secret things like this?” Pulling out another underwear out of the pile of stuffed trash in a paper bag, my dad immediately takes it away from me, blushing slightly as he crumples it into a ball and throws it into another set of paper bag.
“These are stuff Ben's girlfriends left.”
“Must be because it's useless already,” I mutter, putting another set of clothing in the paper bag I was holding. This was filled with my stuff, and the one dad had just used was for the stuff no one needed.
My dad looks at me, eyes in a state of confusion. “Useless?” He asks me.
Nodding, I thrust another sock into my bin, saying, “I mean, did you take a good look at it dad? The panty is practically reduced to nothing but covering the front part o
