“Well… I guess it’s up to you Pete.” I said. He frowned and gulped and frowned some more. “What if I offered you twenty percent?” I suggested.
“OK.” he hesitantly replied. “But please, don’t tell anyone.” he insisted. Mum left us alone and I grabbed the first pair of jeans, before selecting a top. “Surely any top will do.” Peter said as I took my time choosing something.
“Well it’s got to ‘go’.” I said. Peter sighed impatiently. “I want the pictures to look good… which means any old top won’t do.” I added before finding the top I’d been looking for. “Here it is.” I said as held it for him to see. “I used to wear it all the time with those jeans.”
