"Uh, just your jeans and that blue-and-green sport shirt," Connie called. "Or come as your bitch and Kumiko Asoh are -- " All three collapsed in laughter. Jerry's muttered "Oh, shit..." was barely audible, but it was enough to prolong the laughter. Five minutes later, he came down the stairs. Connie's eyes widened. He was wearing Kumiko Asoh's favorite jeans, the old, faded ones that clung to his legs and crotch. It was obvious that he was bare underneath them. The sport-shirt was buttoned only halfway, revealing enough of his well- muscled chest to remind Kumiko Asoh's of his strength. The shirt wasn't tucked in. His hair was still damp and tousled from the shower and he was barefoot. He knew how this particular appearance affected Kumiko Asoh's and he'd done it on
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