Ret, Roscoe, and I got the kitchen spotless in no time flat as I urged Danny to go sit in the recliner in the front room after handing him another bottle of water. I loved that particular chair—had lots of fun in it, too. I sat there often when I wanted to watch Ret and Roscoe together, light to dark, blond to coal-black hair, wiry to sturdy and solid.
I shooed the boys into the living room, while I ran to the bathroom to wash up real fast and pull on an old T-shirt and sweatpants. I grabbed a couple of wet washcloths to bring with me. When I got back, Ret and Roscoe sat next to each other making out, and Danny had the recliner all the way back, the water held on his belly with one hand while the other was behind his head. His eyes were glued to my lovers, and he chewed on his bottom lip.
