Katrina arrived at Pete’s around noon on her bicycle. The scene she lay witness to as she approached the house took the wind out of her sails. Pete stood by the barbeque on the front porch completely naked except for a pair of sandals and an apron that read, “kiss the cook”.
“Have you gone mad? Just how drunk are you?” Katrina asked in disbelief at Pete’s new found cavalier sense of dress.
“Relax, no one’s gonna see me except you. I thought I’d surprise you and by the look on your face I’d say mission accomplished. Why don’t you join me and get down to your bare essentials?” Pete asked.