A hundred and forty-four bucks.
Maybe it was time to up the ante. I wanted to help Finn get his bus back. That was now my goal, a nobler one. A hundred and forty was a long way from eight hundred, though. Half nudes and nipples weren’t gonna cut it, even with a face shot now in the mix.
Phone in hand, I limped off to the bathroom. Standing in front of the toilet, back to the mirror so most of my body was reflected, I took off my shirt, and then undid my pants.
It was an underwear day, but which ones had I put on?
A nice pair, white, tight.