Clifford found Jamie deep in the upstairs closet. “I wondered where you’d gotten off to,” he said. “What are you doing in there?”

“Looking for my buttons,” Jamie said. “But it’s hopeless. I found two, but I think they’re the wrong ones. See, I was searching for old clothing to donate to the upcoming charity drive, and I found this old jacket of mine from back when I was on the ball team, and I tried it on, and somehow all the buttons popped off.”

“All of them?” Clifford asked.

“Well, like I said, I found these two, but they’re not even the right ones. No point in sewing them on. So here I am, buttonless.”

“Definitely not buttonless,” Clifford said.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I mean you have this adorable button nose.”

“And these nifty button nipples.”

“And this awfully awesome belly button.”

“And the cutest, sweetest, tastiest little—”

Clifford’s tongue twirled the button of Jamie’s clearly aroused clit.

Nor he didn’t neglect Jamie’s sensitive butt button.

Jamie came like firecrackers. Pop pop. Pop-pop-pop. Pop!”