Denny swiped his phone screen.
He wanted to zoom in and check who the girl could be, but instead of what he intended to do, another picture in black lace, teddy lingerie appeared, also without a face. Denny clicked on the return button. He realized the sender of the message was Trisha. And he saw a text message asking him which one he prefers she wears tonight.
Denny kept looking at the two, one after another.
"This one looks perfect!" He uttered to himself, looking at the first photo. Then he would pause and check on the other.
"This one is better," a part of him argued.
He could not decide which one was better than the other, so he ended up texting back with a cold-sounding text.
"Whatever you feel like wearing."
He was purely stating a thought that he was good with anything. Hel
