He briefly debated whether it would be less embarrassing to flee naked or in the floppy, makeshift diaper, then quickly unhooked the pins and unfastened the dish towel. He wrapped it around his waist lengthwise, as if he were exiting the shower, but he had to pull the small towel tight to overlap its ends. Kim looked like he was wearing one of Mandy’s mouth-wateringly skimpy stretch mini-skirts and he was again pondering whether he might not have appeared less ridiculous in the diaper than a tube skirt, after all, when the door flew open.
The girls were whispering the last details of some plan and as they nodded and exchanged a quick series of “OK’s”, they struggled to squelch their laughter. As they turned their attention back to Kim, however, their suppressed giggles stampeded into hysterics.