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“Twenty-five,” Tessa repeated.

Behind him Iris and Cami had positioned the flypaper just right on the bench. He lowered himself down onto it, not even seeming to notice its presence.

He would soon enough.

Tessa kept ahold of Damon’s hand as she and the other Littles hurried away to a safe vantage point around the corner where they could watch.

“Thanks for the rescue. But what’s going on?” Damon asked.

“Shh.” Tessa pointed and whispered. “Let’s watch.”

Max cleared his throat, looked around as if he found this all a little ridiculous, and then rose from the bench.

Or tried to. Something snagged and held him low for a moment.

“Huh?” He thrust up, pulling harder, looking irritated that some inconvenience dare fall upon him.

The sound of fabric tearing announced that Tessa’s plan had worked.

“What the devil?” Max muttered loud enough to reach the spying Littles and Damon.

A couple of the Littles giggled but then covered their mouths.

Max still seemed oblivious as he stood straight, tugged on his blazer, and then looked around. “Lissa? Where are you?”

He walked toward the tower, casually glanced in it, then shrugged before turning around and walking toward the store.

The back of him was in full view of the Littles, and they couldn’t help but snicker, though they all covered their mouths to keep from being heard.

The flypaper had worked and the hole was even bigger than Tessa had imagined.

“Oh my goodness!” Iris whispered loudly. “Did it rip his underwear? Because I see full-on ass!”

After controlling her giggling, Annika said, “It’s a perfect strip down the center! Like, full-on buttcrack.”

The girls giggled louder, but Max was almost to the store’s backdoor now, so he didn’t hear it.

Tessa finally composed herself enough to speak. “I don’t think it got his undies. I think he was going commando!”

Now the women’s giggles morphed into full-blown laughter. Even Damon was cracking up.

“If I was really your Daddy, I’d probably have to spank you for that,” Damon said.

For some reason, the comment kind of stung a little. Part of Tessa wished it to be true, even if it did mean her bottom would be sore.

Don’t lose sight of what’s going on. You’re helping him get back with another woman. Keep it in mind.

Thankfully, the sadness was brief, and the hilarity of the moment washed it away as quickly as it had come.

“Come on,” she said. “Let’s go get rid of the evidence.”

After rushing to the bench, she peeled off the flypaper and the long strip of fabric attached to it.

Nice. My first prank as a Little in L.A. worked out splendidly.

She supposed, though, that the little scheme she was running with Damon also counted as a prank.

Would that one work out as good?