Step one of leaving the house was both completely mundane and a total adventure. I was naked and Madison was wearing a t-shirt and nothing else. Putting on clothes was the bare minimum (again, pun absolutely intended). But it wasn't as impossible as I'd first feared. In fact, functionally, it was fairly easy.

I pulled on a clean shirt with relative ease. Underwear wasn't an option, but I was able to pull on a pair of jeans. So long as I left the zipper open, they fit around our illicit connection easily enough. I could even snap the top button.

Next it was Madison's turn. We agreed that she'd be...