myeviltwin

While in a hurry to get into the bathroom stall and take a much needed opprotunity to relieve myself, I guess that I unfastened the fly of my pants with too much enthusiasm, and ripped the crotch seam. Again.
So here I am, standing in the bathroom stall, with pants that will, without doubt, reveal whatever secret it is that Vicky has been keeping all these years. Lucky for me I put on the longer of my tank tops this morning. I fastened the pants the best they could, pulled the tanktop down as far as I could, checked in the mirror to make sure there wasn't any purple peaking out from all the black, and started on my way to find thread.
I made it through wharehouses 4,3,2, and into 1 where the sewing macine was kept. Pulled off a long piece of black thread, and hurried my way back to my desk where I had some scissors and a needle.
Back in the bathroom, in the handycap stall since it had the most light, I attempted to sew the crotch of my pants, while they were still on me. This is nearly impossible. I poked myseld several times with the needle, got a knot in the thread, cramp in my neck, and just when I thought I was done, I noticed that I had sewn my panties to my pants.
I suppose that I need to take a hint that maybe my ass is too big for these pants and I should just by some new pinstripes.