Sally was wearing black bikini Calvins and panty hose, and he was holding a contraption that looked like a corset with breasts. "You gotta help me," he said. "I can't get into this by myself."
Morelli held up a hand. "You're on your own."
Sally looked over at him. "What, are you homophobic?"
"Nope," Morelli said. "I'm Italian. There's a difference."
"Okay," I said. "What do I have to do?"
Sally wiggled into the corset and got it into place. "Tighten this fucker up," he said. "I need to get a waist."
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Four To Score, by Janet Evanovich. 338 pages.
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