Rick finished getting the nightie over his belly. It was not a very fortunate fit -- it clung desperately to the center of his belly and draped a few inches helplessly beyond that. Besides that, it was squeezing quite intensely on his very sensitive breasts.
"I look ridiculous..." Rick sighed, looking in the mirror.
"You look fine, Rachael. Now let's get downstairs before we miss anymore of the slumber party."
Tugging down on the nightie, Rick just shook his head -- "Five weeks of this?
"Yea, five weeks. Now buck up, and let's get downstairs."
Sun May 16 03:39:34 2010