Panty Thief

I went to the bar with my friend one night a couple of years ago. We were there for a while when I met this guy. To make a long story short, I told my friend that I would get a ride home with him. He said his name was Thomas. We were all over each other on the way to find his car. Someone even walked past and told us we made a cute couple. Anyway, we went to my house, and we ended up going at it for a while. When we were done, he went to the bathroom. He came out wearing one of my pink thongs and said, "When we see each other again you'll get this back." I was like. "Okay." I was still pretty drunk. I thought it was kind of weird, though. He gave me his number and said to call him tomorrow. I didn't really care too much to see him again, but I called anyway. I said, "Is Thomas there?" Some guy on the other end says, "You have the wrong number!" So, he pretty much knew what he was doing the whole time. He's probably some sicko with a drawer full of underwear. So, ladies, beware of Thomas the underwear thief.

— Kathryn, 29

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