Get dressed
"Sorry I can't offer you better," he says, head still
turned. "It's just us brothers here. You're small, so I figured
some of our clothes from when we were younger might fit you."
He turns around.
"Oh, well, they're a little small," he says, looking you
over. You like the feel of his interested gaze. "But they'll
do.
He turns away as you pull on the fresh clothes: a pair of sport
shorts, much too short, and a boys' ribbed undershirt, stretched tight
across your chest.
