The shirt off his back, literally

"Look, let's get you dressed and we can start to figure out the rest," Dennis says.

"With what?" Lauren whines. "They took everything!"

"Well..." Dennis wracks his mind. "I could give you my shirt."

This dummy, I tell you.

Lauren blinks.

Dennis starts to unzip his jump suit, revealing a very well-worn and, rather stained, white t-shirt with little holes in a few spots.

Frankly, it's pretty gross. And even though she is naked and destitute, Lauren is still feeling pretty squeamish about wearing that.

"Uh..." Lauren stammers, looking for a way to politely decline. "Um, but it wouldn't cover all of me..."

Dennis stops and Lauren almost sighs in relief.

"Oh yeah..." the chubby and kind, if quite foolish man says. "Wait! I know..."

Lauren's eyes perk up, hoping Dennis has come up with a different idea, a better idea.

"I could just wear my jumpsuit, and you could wear... uh... my... shirt and uh... you know..." He clearly is starting to realize how stupid this sounds (and remembers his recent *ahem* excitement... down there), and yet he can't help himself. "...undies?"

Lauren is about to barf at the thought, when her selfish and manipulative streak comes through for her.

"Um... I dunno Dennis... I don't think that is going to work..." the plump woman says. "Hey! What if you wore those, and I borrowed your jumpsuit instead?"

Dennis doesn't like the idea at all, but he's always struggled to say no to a pretty face, and Lauren does have one...

"Well..." He hmmms and haws.

Lauren knows him too well. She takes his hand, looks him in the eyes and says "...please?"

He caves instantly.

"Well... ok. I guess that makes sense," he says.

Lauren flashes him that smile that had worked all too well in high school. She's still got it.