Miranda paused at the top of the staircase. Normally she’d simply go to Vin’s room without turning any lights on. Or maybe tonight she’d go to her own room, since she didn’t want to argue with him again over all the overtime she’d been putting in. But this time she heard a furtive sound at the other end of the hall. There was someone in Suzie’s room who shouldn’t be there.
She could hear snoring from Gene’s room, and knew very well where Vin would be, that just left Ben. Speaking of which, wasn’t his door open? He never slept with the door open.
A rush of footsteps thumping from Suzie’s room told Miranda she’d caught him at something. She flipped on the light.
Like a deer in the headlights, he stopped stock still, eyes round and jaw hanging loose. One hand was lifted with something between his fingers and something else dangling from his wrist.
Fine white lace over a satiny white curve – it was one of Suzie’s bras! And matching panties hung from that.
This was probably going to do a real number on Ben’s finer sensibilities, but Miranda couldn’t help herself. She laughed her head off. At least she got herself under control when Suzie made some kind of sound like she might be waking up and come out. Ben shot her such a look of betrayal that she couldn’t help but cover her mouth and grind to a halt.
“Here. Give me those.” She took the undies from him.
The poor kid turned so red if it got any worse he’d have to turn purple. But he handed the offending articles of clothing over to her. There was something else in his hand, some little plastic thing. No doubt Suzie confiscated something from him and hid it in her underwear drawer and he’d have to go in after it. Poor kid.
“I… I was just…”
“Not my business.” Miranda held a no-need-to-explain hand up to stop him. “I’ll take care of it.”
“T-thanks. Thanks, Miranda. Really.”
She waved him off, heading into Suzie’s room. Behind her the pitter patter of oversized feet carried him into his room followed by the soft thud of his door closing.
Suzie tossed and turned in bed. Usually when Suzie slept that badly it was easy to wake her, but Miranda could remember some days in their youth when Suzie managed to sleep through beer busts and rowdy neighbors. Looked like tonight was going to be one of them.
Miranda stuffed the underwear in Suzie’s dresser. She was half tempted to pull some kind of practical joke – maybe add some itching powder or trade them out with her own leopard print sets. But it was getting late and Vin was waiting. Better to let the whole thing slide.
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