““Where are your pants?” I shouted a little louder than I intended. She pulled the pillow off her face long enough to look at me and narrow her eyes before covering her face again and answering. “It’s my policy. The no pants policy. And this is my apartment. So if you don’t like my policies, you should leave.” I felt my eyes widen. “You have a policy that you don’t wear pants when you’re at home?” “Correct,” she confirmed. “I should stop by more often,” I mumbled.””
