Do this?”“It was my first time,” Gina admitted.“Mine too,” Brad added.“You looked like pros to me -- was it good?” Sarah asked.Gina turn...d to look at Brad. “It was GREAT!”Brad nodded. “Stupendous!”“It looked like it,” Sarah opined.“Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to neck with Gina for a while in peace,” Brad announced, lowering Gina’s legs and draping himself atop her. “Do you want your glasses?” he asked Gina quietly.“I didn’t think you...” Sarah blurted.Brad gathered his patience.. Peter will have to do the explaininghimself," she declared."Me?" I cried in astonishment. "Yes, you," she answered for me."Since you're the one who thought of this dressing up idea, Iguessed you are responsible to explain it."She softened a bit and coaxed, "Peter, there is nothing wrong totell the truth. You may have made some silly decision to dresslike this, but you made an effort to come with us. And that'svery precious. I am proud of you to have you as my son... ordaughter now." Mom .... ’ ’19 years and you still ain’t got a damn clue how to lie. So c’mon spill. And while you’re at it, put that damn whisky up and get us some cokes or something. Sweet Tea if you got it.’ ‘Yea man I got it.’ Otis put all the drinking items up, not before knocking his shot back. He let the Jack burn its way down, until it settled to a pleasant warm. He made him and JB some sweet tea and walked back in the living room to find JB sprawled all over his chair with his shoes off flipping channels. . There's many a morning you'll find me bent over peering into my dressing table mirror, straightening my hair and fixing my make-up, as he huffs and puffs his way up my back passage. Do I then bugger off to the WI cake sale and bore everyone rigid wondering about whether I've become some homemade homoerotic male substitute figure? Do I fuck. Right. That's enough of that. Better answer the saddo's letter and earn my fifty quid. Dear Ms ButterfuckGosh, aren't you an insufferable smug saucepot!.