pareo

“Then Sue lifted his passkey as he turned to go back to the office.” […] “I was the misdirection,” Narlene blurted. “I sort of let my pareo slip off of my shoulder at just the righ…

“[…] you must have seen pictures of her. He painted her over and over again, sometimes with a pareo on and sometimes with nothing at all. Yes, she was pretty enough. […]”