Sliding off his sweatpants, Brad reached for his favorite jeans and pulls them over his waist. He struggles to button them, gives up, and reaches for a pair of corduroys a size bigger. They're tight, and his little butt curves voluptuously in the mirror.
Dismissing Kyle in a word, Brad pulls on a hoodie and makes for the door.
Clara waits outside his house in a white Buick, the engine running. He opens the door, sits down and looks at Clara second before kissing her on the mouth.
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