The Secret of the Kilt…
He seems to mull over my predicament. When he looks at me again his eyes are shining and that damn smile is back…in force. He starts walking toward his office and turns when he realizes I'm not following.
"Are ye comin' with me, lad or just waitin' for the secrets to come to ye outta thin air?"
Given my colorful cue to move my ass I follow him and throw myself into the chair close to his desk. Garrett reaches forward and turns a decorative frame toward me that have a light plaid background on it and boldly printed words.
It's a kilt. If I wore something under it THEN it'd be a skirt.
"No shit?" My mouth is hanging open as I wait for Garrett's response and when it comes it's a bit of a let down.
"No shite, mate. Now, drop the drawers and let yer boaby breathe." He sits back in his chair with a wide smile and a decidedly different twinkle in his eye.
I shudder.
If free balling it will allow me to feel more manly about this kilt thing then I guess it's the only way to go.
Last one for the day, dearies. Hoping you all enjoyed the flash back as much as I did:)