"What did I expect? What did I expect? I expect when I put a brand new pair of silk and lace panties on a girl, she'll be a lady. She won't get them all filthy." Marsha said to Frank angrily.
"But, I'm not a girl. A boy shoots when he comes, that's the way it is." Frank said to her, shaking his head.
"You wear my panties, you're a girl. You female athletes are really something, you know?" Marsha said to him.
Frank did not know what to make of Marsha's remarks about him, calling him a girl. But, he felt guilty about fouling her panties.
"Now, I hope you'll be a lady with class, and rinse out my panties, now that you've violated them." Marsha said to Frank.
"Sure, Marsha, sure. How do you want me to wash them?" Frank asked her.
"Don't you know anything? Who will want to marry a girl th
