Michael rolled over while clutching rumpled paper. "Found it!"

"Isn't that your dry cleaning?"Kitt questioned.

"Yeah," Michael breathlessly agreed as he tore it open. "Monkey suit."

Kitt curiously watched Michael unroll it from an unruly ball. He knew better than to comment.

Folding into an impossible pretzel, Michael managed to peel off his cowboy boots. He had just unclasped his belt buckle when Kitt interrupted, "Excuse me? Do you plan on changing your clothes right here and now?"

"That's the plan." Michael grunted as he wiggled his jeans lower on his thighs.

Daring Michael, Kitt taunted, "Ok, show me."