Mike laughed a bit at the fun they were all having. “A boob job? You? No no no. Things look great as they are.” He felt bad over objectifying Beth, but what else could he say? She was stunning just the way she was. Then he realized he could say that. “You’re stunning just the way you are. Although I have to admit I’d like to see punk girl, too. That might be too much for you, but it’s a pretty good image in my head.”<br/><br/>He took a swig of his wine while everyone made their comments, and then went next on his own volition. “So as you know I’m a sailor originally from Copenhagen, so I am away from home about six to nine months of every year. So with that as your guide, here you go: which one of these is a lie? One, I have been around the world more than ten times. Two, I have made love to a woman on all six continents (Antarctica is such a scary place to sailors we don’t recognize it exists). Three, this experiment is going to be the first time I live in the same house for two full years. And four, a bonus,” Mike flapped the open the unbuttoned sides of Sean’s “borrowed” shirt, “I like to steal other men’s clothes and wear them myself.”<br/><br/>He laughed loudly at how silly that last one sounded, and started turning a bright red even before the full sentence had left his mouth. He knew he was about to catch two years of hell for this, no matter what the explanation ended up being. It was exactly the kind of little joke Mike liked to play on himself to stay humble.