“Just a sec!” Frankie instinctively yelled in response, immediately regretting letting Mac know she was behind the door.
“What is he doing here?” Frankie muttered to herself in her state of panic as she grabbed all of the various panties on her bed and hurriedly buried them under her pillow, her ass flashing the mirror briefly showing itself off in its tiny pseudo-cover.
Although she could not see it herself, her butt was all but bare. The blue G-string was practically invisible when she stood upright, and when she bent over it barely covered her womanhood and anus, allowing just the slightest hint of pink to show.
“Today of all days!” Frankie thought to herself, quickly pulling up her skirt as she kicked whatever lay on the floor under the bed, including her grey full back panties.
“Yeah?” Frankie finally asked as she pulled open the door to see the young boy standing there, her free hand still adjusting her skirt as she did so.
There at her bedroom door stood the short brown-haired child with his usual red shirt and backpack. He appeared to be holding something behind his back that Frankie couldn’t quite see.