"That's what I always liked about you, Bumfelt," sniggered Duggan. "Didn't I tell you fellas, he's a funny guy. Funny fuckin guy." He pointed out the ...indshield and the driver took us through a hole in a chain link fence- the Escalade bumping and bouncing along a rough road. "You helped yourself to what was it? smirked Duggan. "Hundred and twenty grand," I said. "Give or take." "Give or take. That's funny as fuck, Bumfelt," laughed Duggan. "That was one fuck up that you made. Did you think that. But I expected you to wear your other outfit since we are going to the Smith's.”He was alluding to a very classy two-piece black outfit that consisted of dress slacks with a matching low cut button up top that showed to a maximum her deep cleavage and luscious mounds.“I’m not planning on meeting anyone, so unless you are going to surprise me again, I decided to wear this for you.”She, in turn, was alluding to other times when they went to the Smith's and she wore her black outfit. Once, they. We were in Billings once when I was about 10, picking up some parts for a generator. We decided to get an early dinner before starting the long drive back. We went into a sports bar with flat screen TVs all around, seated ourselves and ordered our drinks and food – hamburgers and fries, a soda for me, a beer for Dad. As we ate, we saw a group of husky young men in jeans, boots, and hats gathered around a thin, pasty faced guy in a suit. They were joking with him, but as time passed, the joking. Before I go any further, my wife, not knowing what to dress as that day, dressed as a man. So, ultimately, we did have a couples costume. Seven o’clock came and we were on our way with our friends. The party we go to every year is at our good friends' house. She is gay, and so many of the community members are there as well. She knows how to throw a kick-ass party! We go all out, hiring a DJ, renting lighting, catered food and open bar. We pulled up in front, got out, and entered the house..