So why are they always so damn happy? Never without a grin, always giving an enthusiastic wave and a “how do ya do” no matter what time of the day...and no matter what day of the week. Life consistently gives them the shaft and yet they carry on like every day is the best damn day of their life. What’s their secret? Is it a loving partner that cares for them? Nope. Is it a newfound religion? Not likely. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. No,. "See you in two days, cocksucker," he called out. I ignored him, my face red as a couple other men watched me walk by them and into the store. I paid quickly and returned to my car, and the semi I assumed was his was no longer there. I drove the last half hour home, my mind spinning at the bizarre conversation. Why would he think I was gay? Why was he so smug and confident? Why was I so fucking hard? By the time I got home, the wife was already in bed asleep. So I went to the den grabbed my. .walked into the lounge and some film was on not too sure what it was, weather looked like it was not going to get better anytime soon, we sat down to watch the film and the phone rang, mom walked off and i wondered who was on the phone, most likely to be d*d, ten minutes later mom came back and said that d*d will try and be home in the next couple days as the weather is clearing up by him"D*d will be home in the next couple days as he can get home" Okay mom it has been fun though" Yeah son it. " "I know you're not my Aunt and all, but I wish you were..." The two hugged in the kitchen. Denis weeped in happiness for what Catherine had done for him. * * * * They seent that night looking through fashion magazines, Catherine painted Denise's (I might as well use a girl's name, Denis had thought) fingernails and toenails a bright red. Denise's hair was trimmed slightly to give her bangs. Catherine taught Denise a lot about how to be a lady, and Denise loved every minute.