Already the two men were approaching. In the brief glimpse Jo had gotten of Kevin, the guy looked completely different from the man Jo had met the night before. Gone were the skinny jeans and the cropped jersey, and the bushy fuzz had been neatly sheared down into a thin cap of tight curls that covered his scalp. The piercing was still there, but everything else about him looked prim and respectable. The pale yellow shirt buttoned up to the collar, the pin-striped black and yellow tie knotted neatly at the base of his Adam’s apple, the neatly pleated pants that did little to hide those round ass cheeks Jo knew all too well.