“Starsk? Damn, we’re late again!” Hutch let himself
in Starsky’s apartment and rushed to the bedroom. Empty. He listened to any noises and heard a light dabbling from the
bathroom. Hutch tore the door open.
“You’re taking a bath while we are supposed to…”
He stared at Starsky lying in the tub with his jeans on. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m getting used to my new jeans,” Starsky smiled mischievously.
“Huh?” Hutch was at a loss.
“I read somewhere your jeans fit tighter when you wet them.”
“Nut case!” Hutch grabbed Starsky’s outstretched hand
to help him out.
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