My boyfriend, Jack, is aptly named because that's exactly what he is a typical 'Jack The Lad'.

Tall, nice looking, and he knows it, someone who oozes self confidence. Give Jack a group of people and it's like watching a light bulb come on. A story for every occasion and more jokes than a comedian. You either love him or hate him. Thankfully I'm one of the former.

Recently, we where out for a drink with a group of friends and Jack, as usual, was in full flow. Now, don't ask me why. It certainly wasn't pre-planned. It just happened, on a whim, spontaneous. Jack, had paused for a mouthful of beer when I leaned over and whispered in his ear that I'd forgotten to wear any knickers. I honestly thought he'd find it funny. But that wasn't the case at all.

Jack began to act very, weird. For the first time since I've known him he seemed to lose all that superior, self-confidence. He completely lost the thread of his story, turned a rather alarming puce colour and sweat slowly began to run down his face. It was so unlike him that someone actually asked him if he was feeling alright.

From that moment on all Jack wanted to do was get me home. Gone was the extrovert, replaced with someone who looked like he'd just lost his wallet down a drain. And, I played it well, insisting that we stay out, revelling in the fact that, for the first time ever, I was in the driving seat. And the irony was that my underwear was precisely where it should be.

When we finally got home Jack was like a caged lion. I barely had time to close the door when he had me, right there, against the wall. And I thanked my lucky stars that I'd had the good sense to take my knickers off before we left the bar. We didn't make love, or even have sex, we fucked, like two dogs on heat. And it was fantastic.

Now, Jack insists that I show him that I'm wearing my knickers before we go out. And, of course, I behave like the dutiful girlfriend and show him. And Jack's back to his old self, the extrovert storyteller, the charming 'Jack The Lad'

However, what he doesn't realize is all I have to do is go the loo, come back and whisper, discreetly. Now, who's wearing the trousers? Or should I say knickers!

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