Bad news for Chelsea's wardrobe fund

"Babe," I pretended to realize just as we had finished the pizza - I let her have three-quarters, I didn't want her too hungover, "I forgot all about your little outfit tomorrow."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Chelsea tried to raise her eyebrow in her stupor.

"Please don't get mad at me," I said with a mock pout as her face fell, "but I spent the money I was going to buy you the outfit on the pizza."

"What?!" Chelsea perked up, "so you mean I have to stay naked until the laundromat opens?"

I widened my eyes and nodded my head. "Please don't get mad at me," I went in for the hug of her naked body, knowing damn well the danger. I hope she wouldn't start to "realize" that her clothes would be wet and probably moldy by the time the laundromat reopened ... if of course I weren't such a damn liar!