This one's for J - I promised him I'd post the picture of myself, with the bachelorette from Seattle for whom I stripped down to my skivvies, with scant more reward then the dollar bill that was unceremoniously stuffed into my boxers. But damn if it wasn't a gratifying experience - if for no other reason than that it freaked Jerf out that I wasn't getting dressed again fast enough. Ah, Jeff. Always worrying that I'm going to get arrested.