“Ha, doll, nice!” Kristi still hadn’t overcome her fits and giggles.“Um, yeah,” David hadn’t touched the shirts in the closet since it had...become warm enough for t-shirts months ago. They were mostly untouched, dad gave him some clothes alongside a birthday gift every year. Truth was he had grown, not much, but his dad had either planned ahead or overestimated the size of his son. They fit really well. Kristi rushed over.There was much tugging of sleeve cuffs and refolding of collars. Shannon. About 10:00 I finally got up enough nerve to go out. I went downstairs and heard snoring from the living room. Sure enough, there was my dad sprawled out on the couch in just his boxers. God, he looked so hot and my heart was beating a mile a minute. I called Dad about 5 times but he just laid there.I went over to the couch and gently tapped his shoulder but he was out cold. I just stood there looking at his hairy pecs. I wanted to touch them so bad. I reached out and brushed my fingers across. The small one-story cottage with a thatched roof, bay windows, and a squat rectangular chimney puffing out thin wisps of grey smoke greets her. Red smiles to herself and climbs up the few steps to the front porch. She sets her basket on the ground and knocks on the door. No one answers. Worried, she knocks again. Still no reply.“Grandma?” She asks.Nothing.That’s odd.Red frowns thoughtfully to herself. Oh well, She thinks. Better go see what’s wrong.Knowing where the spare key is, she takes it. Stifling a giggle she watched as a tall, muscular man hopped up and down next to an upturned bike with a buckled wheel, swearing loudly. From what she could see he had definitely come a cropper with a fallen branch. Moving into sight she called out, "Hello, are you okay?"He looked around, startled."Oh fuck, sorry, yes I'm fine, just a few cuts and bumps; the bike came off worse," he replied with a lopsided grin. "I'm a clumsy tosser."He moved towards her holding out a large hand, "I'm Mike,.