For every time one of us wins, the loser has to take something off. Deal?” I figured why not, we were both wearing basically the same amount of clot...ing. First game, I win. Greg loses a shirt. Second, I lose. I take off one sock, haha! Next I win again, off with Greg’s shorts. Now he’s sitting there wearing socks, shoes & boxer briefs. The damnedest thing happens next, I begin to lose every fucking game after this. It took me a couple of years to figure out that…..That sneaky bastard hustled. ..» risponde la ragazzina.«Anche io devo ancora mettermi il pigiama... ma... ma ora che ho sentito la tua voce stò... stò più comodo così» risponde balbettando Riccardo.«E questo che cosa... che cosa significa?» chiede lei.«Niente, non significa niente...».«Un momento Riccardo... forse lo so cosa stai facendo davanti al Computer... abbassa la WebCam per favore!» chiede la ragazzina a cavallo tra lo scherzo ed il serio.«No, No... è meglio di no... rischierei di fare la figura del porco» risponde. ”I rushed away as she laughed at my sudden reaction to my plight. Not that I had anything to worry over, because 1) Jenny’s taste wasn’t as bad as I would’ve guessed with her choice of me and 2) Julio isn’t as suave as he thinks he is. Heck, he isn’t even as suave as I think I am.Thus, without much ado, Jenny and I were seated together in the food court. While I tore into a half of a rotisserie chicken, Jenny nibbled at an extra large chocolate chip cookie.She shook her head. “You can sure pack. Mum was feelingguilty about looking for papers and stuff in your bag. Anyway, your bagis in the closet over there.I went over to the closet and opened the door. My bag was at thebottom. I took it out and I emptied it onto the bed.I dug out a pink top, short pleated white skirt, some white silkypanties and white ankle socks that had a pink band around the top.Nicola showed me where the bathroom was and left me while I had ashower and got dressed.In no time we were downstairs and tucking into.