A change of attire is in order.

Now that I thought about it, my ex-girlfriend and I did a lot of role playing. I had a few costumes in my room. When we broke up, she jokingly suggested I keep them to remember her by. Well, now it was benefiting me nicely.

"Come on," I said, motioning her to follow me. I led her to my room. "If you're going to stick around, I want you to wear something else." Jinx giggled. "You kinky bastard. I should have known you'd want sex after all," she quiped. I shrugged. "You said you'd do anything." "And I meant it, John. Okay, so what is it? Tiny bikni? A ribbon that just barely covers my naughty parts if I'm standing just right?

"Close," I snickered as I pulled out the costumes. "I'll even be nice enough to let you pick. Jinx looked at them. I had a police girl's outfit, a nurse's outfit, a french maid's outfit, and cowgirl's outfit. Rubbing her chin, Jinx smiled and said she'd pick...