What the? How the? That's impossible! You put boxers on this morning, so there's no way that they can't still be on you. Even if you'd put on a pair of your 'secret' panties and forgotten that you had, then you don't even possess any boy shorts, so where the heck did these come from?
"Um, out of interest," you ask in as off hand a manner as you can, "what sort of thing were you thinking of?" you ask Adam.
"Eh, oh, nothing much. I imagined my little Meagan in something quite racy in red satin, but it didn't really translate when I had to think of something relevant for you. Think I contemplated boy shorts, as you're obviously a boy, but that was pretty much as far as I got."
You sit down again with a bit of a thump. How could this possibly be? Did Adam really imagine you wearing a pair of red satin briefs only for them to appear on your body, or are you having a really weird mental breakdown or something? Is this tied in to the black-out or whatever you had earlier? No explanation you can think of really make any sense.
"You OK mate?" Adam asks.
"Yeah, sure." you reply. What will you do? You don't really want to own up everything to Adam. That would mean confirming that you do occasionally wear girls panties, but of course the instant you show him the boy shorts, he'd assume you've been wearing them all the time, so he still wouldn't believe your (admittedly very tenuous) explanation. But is it somehow possible that it's the game that's responsible? You decide to carry on, but to be very cautious about every card pulled, and to keep very alert.
You throw the die again, and move your player forwards. This time you land on a blank space, and quietly sigh in relief. However, your relief is short-lived, as this merely means Adam will throw again - and you don't really want a re-run of his last turn. Adam throws again, and moves his player along the board. This time he lands on a Blue space. You glance at the instructions, and are slightly relieved that this category is 'Nice', so fingers crossed nothing to be worried about. He pulls the card from the dispenser, reads it, and then...
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