We celebrated Christmas and New Year’s Day in a similar fashion, with good food and lots of loving. When St. Patrick’s Day came around, Danny informed us that he had a surprise planned for that evening, and we were all to wear something green.
Naturally, we were all curious and after dinner, Ret, Roscoe, and I—clad in our green T-shirts—wandered into the living room to find Danny wearing nothing but a green thong and a matching top hat, with a white bowtie around his neck.
“s**t, honey, you are hotter than fire!” Roscoe adjusted his crotch.
“That doesn’t even begin to describe the way you look, baby.” Ret leered at Danny.
“To what do we owe the honor of your very finely attired physique, love?” I asked as I walked over to sit on the couch. Roscoe and Ret sat on either side of me.
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