A Change in the LeatherGlenn let me borrow his apartment while I was in town on business, and he was away. Then my meeting was extended from Friday to Monday, which meant I had to stay in San Francisco and at Glenn’s for the weekend. All in all, it could’ve been a lot worse—I could’ve been stuck in, say, Boise. The drawback, however, was that I’d only brought my work clothes.
So that Saturday night, I searched my friend’s wardrobe for an alternative. There were mostly jeans and white T-shirts. Glenn had mastered the clone look back in his late twenties and was fairly locked in that mode.
Or so I thought.
As I began to take out a pair of Levi’s and a crisp white T-shirt, I spotted something on the very last hanger to the far right of his closet. The overhead light reflected on the matte
