Jeans, sneakers and a Harvard tee shirt made up her attire.
I could barely make out the emblem on the front of the Harvard Tee shirt it was so drenched in blood.
Life would be filled with mutual concessions I thought as I tucked my tee shirt into a bottom drawer.
She was dressed in her Harvard tee shirt and pajama bottoms.
She inspected a tee shirt of mine, sniffed it with disgust, and tossed it into a trash can across the room.
She wore a tee shirt with no bra, perhaps in some vague attempt to emulate Penny, but with only a fraction of the appropriate equipment.
She is naked except for an old tee shirt of mine which, out of my benevolence I allowed her to wear.
There was a large man's tee shirt lying on the floor and I hurriedly put it on.