“I think I’m going to go out for a bit,” Jamie told Jimmy.

“Okay, I’ll go too,” Jimmy said.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Jamie said.

“How come?”

“I’m going into town, you see.”

“Why’re you going into town?”

‘I was thinking of getting an ice cream. A strawberry cone. I have a taste for strawberry. Yup, a triple scooper. Strawberry might be my favorite flavor.”

“Strawberry, huh? Why is that?” Jimmy wondered.

“I don’t know,” Jamie confessed. “I guess it’s kind of a private thing.”

“Oh,” said Jimmy. “I like private things. I’ll come with.”

“The thing is...” said Jamie. “Actually there are two things.”

“What two things?”

“Well, first of all you don’t have any suitable apparel.”

“Why should I need suitable apparel?” Jimmy asked.

“Duh, so you won’t be naked,” Jamie said.

“But you’re practically naked.”

“Not as overtly naked as you,” Jamie said.

“I can cover up if necessary,” Jimmy claimed. He slipped a pair of Jamie’s panties over his head. “See!”

“I see that’s not going to work,” Jamie said.

“Why? Is red not my color? How about this blue towel?”

Jamie laughed. “Um, now your overtness is even more overt.”

“I can’t help it,” Jimmy said. “Thinking about going to town has got me revved up.”

“Yeah, but how are you even going to see where you’re going?”

“Hm, good point. You could carry me! And maybe we could figure out a way to conceal our overtnesses.”

“What about the ice cream?” Jimmy asked when they’d reached the town.

“What with carrying you, I couldn’t carry my purse,” Jamie said. “So I don’t have any money to buy the ice cream.”

“That’s okay,” Jimmy said. “Strawberry’s not my favorite flavor.”

“Oh, what is your favorite flavor?” Jamie asked.

“Cunt,” Jimmy said. “What’s yours?”

“Cock.”

Satisfied with their declarations, the pair headed for home, becoming more satisfied with every step.