"There goes all my underwear."

Gosh who would have thought I needed my underwear that much, but as I watched it float away down the river, I knew I would never, ever go on a trip with out a substantial supply of underwear, that even little brothers couldn't get a hold off. Then I remember Dan and how much I hated that supposedly angelic and charming little boy. He was going to pay this time.
I looked everywhere for him, but all I found was a note and the only pair of underwear that he did not throw into the river. The note said:

Dearest (NOT) Cat, It's called blackmail. Enjoy the last pair you have. With much hate, Dan

If I had known my little brother was such a slimy, little vomit bag I wouldn't have even messed with him. But noooo, me and my big mouth. You know where it got me? Underwearless and with revenge on my mind. Did I hate him? You can ask me that again. I really didn't know how I was going to get through the rest of the stupid family outing without any underwear. And even if I told my Mom and Dad about the whole underwear thing, Dan still had one little juicy piece of information about me and the guy who had rented the cabin right next to ours.

"Cat! Where are you?"

Good old mom. I bet she didn't have to worry about where her underwear would come from for the next two weeks.

"I'm up here Mom!" Suffering from the antics or your "sweet and loveable" son.

"Hi, Cat!" That was Dan, he and mom came around the corner and I saw his pink, round face. Mom must have seen the look of hatred on my face because she started to say something, but I didn't hear her because I so totally lunged at that "cute little face."