“Huh, what do you mean stray you? I was a model of modesty and immaculate in my behaviour after your rebuff. I was totally restrained and in check of my behaviour. So don’t you ‘stray me’.”
“Yayayaa, in check. Like the time you came to my house wearing that short dress.”
“There was nothing wrong with the dress, stop being a chauvinist. It was a gorgeous dress.”
“Yup, it sure was a gorgeous dress but only until you are seeing the front and avoiding the length. But the moment you turned it became indecent and suspicious.”
“Did you just say INDECENT to a perfectly normal dress.
You are a puritan.”
“Hey, that dress had no back. And I for sure know you could not have worn it from home. Dad would have kicked your butt for it. It was all your plan to entice me and get me to lose control which was already hanging by a thin thread.”
“Well, how was I to know that? I wore that dress because we were going clubbing. God, I remember you got so angry that it took me three months before I could wear anything that did not look like a freaking overall.”
“I know. But it was cute seeing you all covered from head to toe. With only the essentials peeping out. I remember dad asking me if you were going rogue.”