The Pants Effect

His eyes narrowed as he scanned the room of menacing, laughing faces. He could feel the unnatural airiness on his bare legs, the weight of his pants down around his ankles. He pushed his glasses further up his nose, and focused his mind. Their laughter started to die down and then came to a sudden halt as the pressure changed in the room. The air grew unnaturally still. The lights flickered frantically. Beads of sweat formed on his brow as his gaze purposefully met each of theirs. Somehow, they sensed the pending doom. They had fucked with the wrong guy. 

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Title by: Little Bee
Story by: Laura Willcox

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