Date: Wed, 22 Sep 2010 08:18:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: H. Rick Cantwell <jockhunger@yahoo.com>
Subject: Halloween 16 Declan's Tale

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      It has been almost two years since my dad's funeral ... and the day I
discovered
 my ten-year-old and my twelve-year-old sons in a 69 position on my old bed
on the back
 porch.  At the time, they seemed very nonchalant about me discovering
their activity.  In
 the intervening two years, little has been said about it ... a casual
mention here or there but never a need for them to discuss it at length
with me.  Even today ...'today', of course, being Halloween morning and
Declan's `Halloween 16' so to speak ... they appear to be very comfortable
with who they are now and with what they were doing at
 the time.
      The activity around the house is frantic.  Although Denny had brought
`in-stock' costumes from the warehouse for Caleb's and Angelina's girls, he
assured us he had hand made my four son's costumes.  The three girls' age
range was from 2 years old to 6 years old, so there was plenty of time in
future years for `Uncle Denny' to make them `special costumes.'  Besides,
once Denny heard what each of the boys wanted to be, he got that gleam in
his eye that I remember from so many years ago ... and has been missing for
just as many years.
      Two weeks earlier, Denny had asked the boys what they were going
Trick-or- Treating as.  Because of the latest Johnny Depp movie, Declan, of
course, wanted to be the Mad Hatter.  Once Declan announced HIS character,
Dylan (the 12 year old) begged to be the March Hair.
      Denny casually asked, "Do you mean the White Rabbit?"
      "No.  The March Hare," Dylan said, "you know, the crazy one, not the
forgetful one."
      "Oh, so you DO know what you're talking about," Denny said,
confirming for us all that there truly was a difference.
      It has been so many years since I had heard the story and as yet had
not seen the movie, so I forgot there was more than one rabbit ... or hare
... or whatever.
      "What about you?" Denny asked, Devon.
      At fourteen, Devon had become somewhat quiet and reserved.  I
couldn't tell if it was because Declan was getting all the accolades with
his sports abilities at school or if it was because Dylan at age twelve
... a 'tween year ... was requiring more of our time.  Gloomily Devon said,
"I was originally thinking about being the White Rabbit, 'cuz I know you
could come up with a really cool costume idea for him ... but ..."
      "But what?" Denny asked, but I could see fresh costume ideas forming
in his minds' eye.
      "Two rabbits wouldn't look right ... I mean ... if we're all going to
the same place at the same time it would look more like we were Farmer
McGregor's garden characters than ... "
      "No, it wouldn't!" I said, hoping Denny wasn't taking that as an
insult to his talents.  "Uncle Denny will do a terrific job of ..."
      "So what would you suggest?" Denny interrupted.
      I recalled Mr. Barnard had used the same technique on us when we were
kids.  He liked to ask the kids what THEY wanted to be rather than ask
their parents.  In fact, he seldom showed costume options until after the
kid had voiced a suggestion.
      With a thoughtful expression followed by a grimace of resignation,
Devon said, "To make it all work, it looks like I'll have to go as Alice."
Looking over at his 10-year- old brother Dakota, he added with an evil
smirk, "Unless we go with `Little' Alice."
      Deep in thought, Dakota apparently was not hearing any of this
discussion.  As if his memory-bank-of-fictional-characters research had
suddenly paid off, he shouted, "I wanna be Piglet."
      "Piglet isn't a ..." Devon started to say before Denny gently raised
a hand to stop him.
      "Piglet it is," Denny said.  "So, let me get this straight.  Declan
is The Mad Hatter, Devon is Alice, Dylan is The March Hare and Dakota is
Piglet.  Good."
      That was two weeks earlier.  Today, however, the costumes were going
to be
 revealed.  As a surprise treat for us all, Denny brought Mr. Barnard with
him.  After all, Mr. Barnard was the unwitting middleman in our first
Halloween escapade so many years before.  While Tiffany and I got
Mr. Barnard settled in a comfortable chair the boys helped their Uncle
Denny bring in garment bags, boxes and sacks of all sorts.
      Knowing, because of his age, Dakota would lose interest quickly,
Denny had him try on his outfit first.  It looked like a pink one-piece
swimsuit a girl would wear with tiny
 black horizontal stripes encircling it with pink leggings attached with
footies.  Because Dakota was so thin, Denny had padded the front with a low
slung belly, for a little extra `piggy' authenticity.
      "You wanna try it on?"
      "Yeah!" Dakota squealed ... not unlike a pig.
      Without any inhibition, Dakota stripped naked.
      `It's like an homage to Mr. Barnard,' I thought recalling how he
liked to watch us kids get naked in front of him so many years earlier.
      "The front zipper zips down to put it on and take it off," Denny
explained to Dakota as he had him try it on.  It also zips up from the
bottom," he said, unzipping it to demonstrate it, "in case you have to
pee."  Then he stuck his finger through the unzipped part to tickle
Dakota's cock a little bit.
      Before he placed the two pink piglet ears which were on a plastic
hair band on Dakota's head he showed him that the ears blinked on and off.
Sometimes they were in synch and at other times they blinked first one side
and then the other.  "A little extra nighttime security measure," Denny
said.  "Hopefully motorists will be able to see the flashing lights before
they can see his little body."
      Then he snapped another hair band like contraption onto the sides of
the hair band that was holding the ears.  On this one, that was a clear
flesh-tinted color was a little pink pig nose.
      "You'll be able to breathe through this too." Denny said.
      "That is just TOO adorable," Tiffany effused.
       "We're planning to go to the high school athletic field this year,"
I said.  "Very few people in the neighborhood turn their lights on anymore.
Not like when we were kids."
      "Yeah," Tiffany said.  "The Civic Center and the Convention Center
Halloween parties are too crowded ... not to mention their way over-priced
admission fees."
      "And the parties at the malls are mostly just another way for the
shops to sell more stuff ... getting' an early dip into Christmas shoppers'
pocketbooks."
      "Let's see ... who's next?" Denny said, like the true showman that he
was, "... The March Hare, I think."
      Dylan started jumping up and down with excitement.
      Denny unzipped the next garment bag to display the March Hare outfit
with a flourish.
      Dylan's heartbroken expression was unmistakable.
      Even I was shocked.  It was a one-piece shitty brown body suit with a
white fluffy cottontail sewn on the ass.
      "Put it on.  I wanna see how it fits." Denny said, excitedly.
      I thought Dylan was going to cry but he knew better than to insult
his Uncle Denny.  Even so, he stripped to his Joe Boxers.
      "All the way," Denny said.  I looked over at Mr. Barnard who suddenly
was more alert.
      Being naked in front of family or even Denny was nothing new so Dylan
sullenly let his boxers drop.
      "Good!" Denny said.  "I was hoping you had added a little more weight
to these babies," he said, fondling Dylan's balls.
      Stepping into the legs that included the footies, Dylan asked, "Why?"
      "Because I sewed a pouch in the front so your boys'll be lifted up
and out front to be on full display."  With that, he grabbed a handful of
my boy's toys and stuffed them in the pouch.  "Pull the rest of it up over
your shoulders."
      Still unimpressed with the costume, Dylan dutifully did as he was
told.
      To my surprise, the material must have been the same material ballet
dancers use
 because it clung to his form like glue.  It showed off those few muscles
he was beginning to develop.  In fact, I think it even accentuated them a
little.  And the size of his crotch mound looked positively obscene!  My
only concern was Denny didn't leave enough material in the chest area for
the two side to meet, creating a large V shaped bare spot.
      Unzipping another garment bag and with a minimum of flourish, Denny
casually held up the jacket.  It was ablaze with a million red beads sewn
on it.  Even in the dim house lighting, it shimmered and glinted.  The
inside was lined in silver satin.  The silver satin collar stood up about
two inches in the back like an absent-minded second thought.  Apparently
dispensing with the traditional ... or one could say `commonplace' ... red
and orange theme Denny put his own masterful touch to the costume.  The
oversized bow tie was covered in tiny Royal Purple sequins.
      "I didn't think you'd want flashing lights," Denny said.
      The smile on Dylan's face spoke volumes.  He grabbed for the coat but
Denny snatched it back.  "First, the shirt."  Reaching in the bag again, he
pulled out what appeared to be a plain white ... although a slight bit
short ... shirt.  Then he turned the shirt inside out to help Dylan put it
on.  It was made of white pearl sequins in a style that only Denny could
have imagined.  Once Dylan had it on, Denny allowed him to put on the ruby
red jacket.
      I thought, `The pearl white helps tone down ... or enhance is maybe a
better word ...  the red and purple combination.'
      "And now the ears."
      Again, they were on a plastic hair band but the right one stuck
straight up with just the tip end bend over.  The left one `drooped' from
about mid point downward until it flopped rakishly ... almost seductively
... in front of his left eye.  Between them was a wild tuft of iridescent
St. Patrick's Day green fur representing the March Hare's hair.  Nestled in
the tuft was a tiny top hat that would look more at home on the head of a
mouse than on the head of a hare.  But for the appearance of extravagant
extremes, its size worked wonderfully.
      Denny then hooked the `mask' onto the hair band on either side of the
green tuft of hair and hid the hooks underneath the hair.  Gently lowering
the mask, he hooked the lowest part under Dylan's nose.  The rabbit fur
mask was only the nose, eyebrows and forehead, leaving his own cheeks
exposed but it looked amazing.  Once in place, everything came into focus,
      "I designed it so you'll have full peripheral vision ..."
      "For safety," Dylan finished his sentence for him with a warm smile.
      "Go look at yourself," Denny said.
      Dylan ran to the full-length hall mirror and gasped.  I could see
from his reflection that he was admiring how the deep V of the white shirt
collar and the deep V of the shortened style shirttail front drew
everyone's attention directly down to his newly- enhanced but understated
crotch mound.  The pearl white of the open V contrasted dramatically with
Dylan's summer-sun bronzed hairless chest.  The tawny color of his chest
set off the otherwise mousy brown bodysuit to give it new life.  With a big
grin Dylan raced back to Denny and hugged him as hard as he could.
      "Since this one-piece body suit is such a hard outfit to put on and
take off," Denny said, "I lined the cock pouch with a really thin but
superabsorbent liner ... so you can pee and still feel dry."
      Dylan's eyes got big and round.  "But I can still ... um ... pee the
other way, right?"
      "Just make sure you leave enough time to get the shirt and jacket off
first.  Oh, and the tail is NOT superabsorbent, so definitely take if off
for that other activity."
      Dylan grinned. "You bet.  I'd never do anything to ruin THIS
costume."
      From the back, the cut of the jacket left the `white tail fluff'
showing ... drawing attention to what a great butt my boy sported.
      "You forgot the accessories," Mr. Barnard said lazily.
      "Well, so I did!" Denny said, reaching in one of the cardboard boxes
they had
 brought.  Out came a `trick' teacup that had tea in it.  You could swirl
it around but there was some kind of invisible layer that kept the liquid
from spilling out.  It sure looked real to me.  Then he reached in again
and withdrew a fanciful teapot.  It looked like a ceramics project gone
bad.  It was melted and squished all out of shape.  Denny reached in the
box again and brought out an ordinary bottle of drinking water.  He dropped
just the tiniest bit into the pour spout and within moments the spout
started fuming with white vapor ... like you see rolling across the stage
at rock concerts.
      "WOW!" all the boys yelled at once.
      "Dry ice?" I asked.
      "Yeah.  Just a little water should keep it going all night.  If it
stops `steaming' just add a little more water.  There's more than enough
ice and the top is glued on so he won't get burned by the ice."
      "Cool!" Dylan said.
      Mr. Barnard said, "I sewed a hook on the inside of each side pocket.
If you get tired of holding it ... or you gotta eat ... or pee ... or
whatever, you can flip the hooks out and hang them by their handles."
      "Like ... hold a Trick-or-Treat bag," the always on target Dakota
said.
      "NO FUCKIN' WAY!" Dylan exclaimed.  Naturally, he had to test it and
the tea cup and teapot looked just as much at home on the hooks as they did
in his hands.
      "This is the most awesome outfit I've ever seen!  Thanks
Mr. Barnard."
      "My pleasure, boy.  My pleasure!"
      Then Dylan rushed over to Mr. Barnard.  In his excitement I was
afraid he was going to crush him but Dylan leaned down gently, hugged him
moderately and kissed him on the cheek.
      Remembering back all those years to the first time we met him, I had
to admit, I think Mr. Barnard really got more pleasure out of seeing the
joyful faces of pleased children than he did in renting the costumes to
them.  I think there were times he'd have given the costumes away for free
just to see children happy.
      "Who's next?" Denny asked.
      "Me, I guess," Devon said.  "I mean, after seeing the March Hare's
outfit, I know the Mad Hatter's outfit is gonna be so awesome, so I guess
Alice's will have to be pretty plain.  I mean, I understand.  Her original
character is kinda, you know, so understated ...  not like the new movie
character ... um ... dynamic."
      "How about you get out of those clothes for me," Denny said.
      Again, Mr. Barnard, who was almost dozing, again ... perked up to
watch the `reveal.'
      Reaching in the bottom of the garment bag, Denny said, "First, the
stockings and shoes.
      I wondered if Denny was deliberately making Devon stay naked so
Mr. Barnard could enjoy the view.  I had to admit, I was enjoying seeing my
young sons naked in the same room at the same time, too.  `I'm glad I
raised them not to be ashamed of their bodies,' I thought, `even if I don't
get the chance to see them naked very often.'
      I looked over at Tiffany who had a shocked look on her face.  Then
she looked at me with an expression that I read to say, "Who knew?"
      I stuck a thumb under each armpit in the stance of the proud father
and gave her an expression that stated, "Hung like his father!"
      "Oh MY!" Denny said.
      I had heard Mr. Barnard express the same sentiment years earlier and
realized that after living with someone for so long a time, Denny tended to
pick up his speech patterns.
      "Oh MY is right," Mr. Barnard said.  "Is this real or déjà vu?"
      "This is real, Mr. Barnard," Tiffany assured him.  "This is Connor's
son."  I think she deliberately left her own name ... and claim to
parenthood ... off so as not to confuse him.
      "Yes, I can tell!" he said with admiration.
      While we were voicing my young son's admirable attributes, with a
proud smirk on his face, he struggled to put on the rice-white stockings.
      To me, it looked like Denny had packed the wrong length stockings.
Where they should have, to my way of thinking, stopped at just below the
knees, these continued up to about Devon's mid thigh.  Elastic white lace
adorning the tops are what kept them from slipping down.  The black patent
leather `Mary Jane' style shoes were so shiny ...  well, as the Catholics
say ... `they always reflect up!'"
      "Next comes the petticoats," Denny said, handing Devon a VERY short
lacy slip with an elastic waistband and a flexible hoop sewn into the hem.
      Stepping into it, he said, "Umm, this is kinda short.  Are there some
panties or something?"
      "The one with just the lace goes on second," Denny said, ignoring my
son's inquiry.  It was slightly longer than the first but not by much.
"Next comes the lace one with the satin trim at the bottom, and finally the
lace one with the fluffy edging goes on last.  To my surprise, the layering
looked really good.  There was this `texture' thing going on to make what
would usually be `plain' white into something exciting to look at.
      "Over that you'll put on the Alice Blue dress.  But first, do you
want this to look authentic or comical?"
      "Umm. Whaddya mean?"
      "Well, we can go with the bra or you can go bare-chested.  Basically,
you can let the guys know you're just a guy trying to look like a guy in a
girl's outfit or you can try to fool them into thinking you're a girl.  If
so, I have a mask for you, too."
      "Mask!" Devon said.
      He said it so fast, I thought, `He probably doesn't want his
classmates to know it's him dressed up like a girl.'
      "Put this on," Denny said handing Devon the bra.
      To my surprise ... and I think Tiffany's, too ... Devon wrapped it
around his chest, with the hooks in the front, hooked the two sides
together, spun it around and slipped his arms through the straps.
      `Not the first time he's ever done that,' I thought.  Then my Papa
Bear mind kicked into gear and I realized he had probably seen his
girlfriend put hers on that way many times.
      With the bra in place, Denny handed Devon two breast implant-like
plastic sacks.  "They have Velcro grippers glued to one side that will
attach to the Velcro cloth sewn inside the bra cups."
      "Now for the dress ensemble," Denny said.  "Since putting the
petticoats on is so time consuming, I simplified the dress and pinafore
into one garment.  You can just slip it on over your head and everything
should fall into place."
      In one easy move, the dress was on.
      "I've tacked the apron in place so you can play around and be sexy if
you want."
      After positioining the wig ... a below-the-shoulders length blonde
one ... Denny handed him two masks.  Both were plain white Lone Ranger
style masks but ala Denny, they were decorated with blue and white pearls,
rhinestones and gold rickrack.  But one was attached to a stick.
      "The one on the stick fits in a pocket in the dress hidden under the
apron."
      "Why two?" Devon asked.
      "If the elastic on the face mask starts to cut into your head you can
switch off.  Just put it in the hidden pocket.  Also, the one on the stick
is often used for `flirting'.
      "I don't think I'll be flirting with anyone ... after all, I'm a
guy."
      "It's Halloween.  It means you can be anyone you want to be ... for
one night."
      "Yeah, but I've still gotta go to school with these guys the next
day."
      "That's why there's a wire hoop in the first petticoat."
      "Um... okay ... uh ... why?"
      I'm glad Devon asked, because I sure didn't have a clue.
      "If they want to tease you about being all girly and stuff instead of
appreciating the costume as a Halloween prank ..."
      "Yeah ..." Devon questioned.
      "Go stand in front of the mirror."
      Once in place, Denny said, "Thrust your hips forward a little."
      The motion effectively lifted the hoop in front of the skirt high
enough for all to see his three man-sized appendages.
      "Now, turn around and flip your hips backward a little
... coquettishly."
      That motion mooned whoever was watching.
      "That's the same as `kiss my ass,' Denny said.
      "Or come fuck me," Declan said with a chuckle.
      "Well, I guess THAT could be considered `flirting,' too," Denny said.
      "So ... this outfit doesn't come with underpants?" Devon asked
fearfully.
      "Optional," Denny said.
      "Huh?" Devon asked.
      "Here, put these on."
      Devon slipped into the pale blue panties with only a minimum of
difficulty from still wearing his Mary Janes.
      "Now, um, Dakota, would you pull the drapes for me.  Declan can you
turn off the lights and close the door to the kitchen.  I want it as dark
as possible in here."
      Once that was done, everyone gasped ... except Devon.
      "What?"
      "Look in the mirror," Declan said with a smirk.
      That's when I wished I had the camera ... to record Devon's look of
surprise.
      The panties glowed in the dark and as Denny had so meticulously
planned they clung to all the right places so it looked like Devon was
advertising how big his cock and balls were.
      With a warm smile, Devon said, "So is this my blinking light ... for
safety?"  Then he traipsed over like a little ... umm ... Alice and hugged
his Uncle in sincere appreciation.  "I really thought this outfit was gonna
be soooo plain.  You've really made me feel special, Uncle Denny."
      "That's because you are, dear.  And now for the Mad Hatter."
      As Devon had predicted, the costume was gorgeous ... if not a little
more `over the top' than Johnny Depp's outfit.  As far as I was concerned,
it was of Oscar winning quality.  However, Denny chose not to mimic or copy
the movie version outfit.  In keeping with the generally accepted story
that it was mercury poisoning the manufacturers of felt hats got that
caused their hair to turn red, Denny kept the Johnny Depp orange hair idea
but instead of a Bozo the Clown style, Denny changed the hair style
dramatically.
      Underneath the most beautiful top hat I had ever seen was a carrot
orange wig that had been spiked into about a dozen or more 6-inch tall FANS
set at different angles so that the hat sat lop-sided atop them.  To give
the hair a more realistic look, the roots were orange while the tips were
black, as an indication that this young man was new to the hatter business
and was just beginning the poisoning process.
      The hat itself was smaller than the Johnny Depp hat but was made
entirely of what appeared to be iridescent butterfly wings.  In both the
incandescent lighting of the house and in natural light, after Dakota
opened the window shades again, the hat had a shimmering quality that made
it appear to be alive ... and breathing.
      In an upward spiral design the colors alternated with overlapping
aqua blue, sea green, sunshine yellow, and lilac or lavender ... whichever
of those two is the more pale color.  At the base of the hat, the hat band
was made up of similarly iridescent overlapping black and orange butterfly
wings.
      When Denny saw everyone's jaws drop, he said, "I assure you, the
wings are from butterflies that died a natural death.  No animals were
harmed in the making of this outfit ... except maybe silkworms.  I'm not
really sure about those."
      "NO!" Tiffany said, "It's so beautiful.  How long did it take you to
make it?"
      "I've been working on it ... off and on ... for more than three
years, just waiting for the right occasion to wear it.  But when Declan
said he wanted to go as the Mad Hatter, I knew that hat was never meant for
me.  It was meant for him."
      Even before Denny started swirling his finger at Declan, the boy
started undressing.  With a slightly awkward glance at his mother, he
dropped his board shorts to reveal he was going commando.
      "Don't be embarrassed, honey," Tiffany said.  "I wasn't born
yesterday.  I know you haven't been wearing those underpants I find in the
hamper every week.  I mean really!  When I take them out of the hamper,
they still have the crease in them from being folded."
      Declan blushed.
      Mr. Barnard sat more upright in his chair and asked if Denny needed
any help.
      "Only if you want," Denny said.  "But I think you should rest."
      "I think you're right.  I should just be an observer today."
      "We'll start with the shirt, Denny said, again forcing Declan to
remain naked from the waist down for as long a possible.  He handed him a
satin pullover shirt the same color as the lilac/lavender butterfly wings.
Once on, Denny snapped the oversized, `attached,' aqua blue bowtie into
place.  The cuffs of the shirtsleeves were trimmed with about four inches
of intricate white lace.
      "Damn, I like the feel of this material," Declan said, rubbing his
left nipple with his right hand.  "Too bad guys nowadays can't wear nice
things like this.  Those old guys sure had it sweet."
      Next, Denny helped Declan into the vest made of a pastel orange
brocade material that shimmered even as he was putting it on.  Over that
was a simple wide lapel morning coat-style jacket.  The coat was made from
black jacquard and the raised pattern, again, gave the jacket a life of its
own.
      The trousers were made of satin, too, and Declan asked, "Uh, Uncle
Denny, should I put on some underwear?"
      "I knew you'd ask but, because I've noticed ... for a few months now
... that you prefer to free-ball it, I designed the trousers to be worn
both ways.  But you don't have to.  This is a one-of-a-kind outfit, never
to be worn by anyone else.  After tonight, this will go in the new costume
museum I'm planning.
      The museum was news to me.  Since we were partners, I thought I'd
have been informed of such a major decision.
      Denny told Declan, "Try them on this way first.  Then you can
decide."  Then to me he said, "It's something I've been thinking about over
the past few weeks."  Then with an imperceptible nod at Mr. Barnard I knew
it would be a museum named for him.
      When Declan stepped into the pants and hoisted them up, he discovered
the `costumers' secret' of how to make clothes fit several sizes.  There
were several buttons sewn horizontally around the waist on the inside of
the waist band.  Declan found the most comfortable button and slipped it
into the buttonhole.
      "Wow!  These feel great.  Definitely, not underwear!  But before I go
out tonight, I'm gonna have to shave my balls."
      "Why's that?" Denny asked.
      "Well, first 'cuz I think it'll feel so sweet, but mostly 'cuz my
short'n'curlies are catching in the fabric and givin' me a hard-on.
      Mr. Barnard craned his neck to look around Denny who was standing in
the way.
      "That was the intent, my boy.  I'm sure your lady friends will
appreciate it if you don't shave ... and your gentleman friends will be
envious."
      Declan smiled as wickedly as Johnny Depp ever did.  "Thanks, Uncle
Denny."
      "Go ... go ... go look at yourself!"
      Declan rushed to the mirror.
      "OH MY GOD!" Declan screamed like a girl as his gaze was immediately
directed to his crotch.  The cutaway design of the morning coat was such
that, beginning at the waist and continuing down to mid thigh, the edges
flared away in an inverted V shape leaving his crotch on full and
unobstructed display.
      "The cut of the material will keep your erection either down your leg
or up your belly, depending on how you like to wear it but it won't let you
poke out like a Pinocchio nose."
      "Thank God!" Tiffany said, obviously admiring her son's elongating
sausage.
      "So, uh, is there a mask that goes with this?" Declan asked
apprehensively ...  embarrassed that he was throwing a bone in front of the
adults.
      `I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be embarrassed if it was in front of his
friends but family, after all, is different,' I thought.
      "I'll apply the face paint for you before you go out tonight.  Okay?"
Denny asked.
      "Great," Declan said, somewhat relieved.
      "And now for Plain and Jane," Denny said.
      "Huh?" everyone asked.
      Lifting the lids off two garment boxes at once with a
showmanship-like flourish, Denny revealed ... a box of tissue paper.
      "Check 'em out," He said looking at Tiffany and me.
      As we turned back the tissue paper in tandem, like twins sharing one
brain, we were surprised to see two almost identical Ninja-like costumes."
      "The white one is yours, Tiffany," Denny said.
      "Of course," Declan said.  "Mom's a virgin!"
      Not missing the irony of that statement, everyone laughed.
      Looking at Tiffany for courage, I asked, "Shall we?"
      Making sure we were in a spot where Mr. Barnard had an unobstructed
view, Tiffany and I stripped ... starkers!


To be continued.
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