Fiction: The G-String Conspiracy

“That’s looking a little tight, Richard,” Ann said.

Richard finished buttoning his shirt. “It feels tighter for some reason,” he agreed. “I’ve been working out every day. Haven’t been eating more. It must have shrunk in the closet.”

“Uh-huh,” Ann said.

There was a loud sneeze.

“Bless you,” Ann and Richard said to each other. They exchanged a funny look even as another sneeze rang out. They looked at the closet and Richard rushed over and yanked the door open. He shoved aside the shirts and trousers hanging from the rod.

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