025 "The Story About The Socks" by Abraxas 2010-04-20
Sokka always knew his father and would-be uncle shared a whole lot of adventures together. But just a little of it was shared. And the rest remained shrouded by mystery.
They promised to tell - it wasn't kept.
Sokka knew they were hiding something and as he studied his heroes that instinct became fact. Winks. Nods. Looks. The vague, broken speech whenever children neared. All of it betrayed a secret.
Sokka was frustrated by the evasiveness - in a fit he stormed into their bedroom without a knock and jumped onto the blanket between them.
It was curiosity mixed with determinism that impelled him to be observant and that was why he noticed the socks!
The socks were stuffed into the boots and reeked - and it wasn't ordinary. He took them and studied them but they didn't seem to be wrong. Maybe a little moist. It was new and different and it killed him not to know what it was about!
That night Sokka crawled through the tent as the world slept. He found the boots by the entrance. They were not 'sock'ed. He crawled onward toward the bedroom, careful to avoid the moonlight.
He peeked into the chamber - everything was lit like a dream but he struggled to make sense of what he saw.
They were naked. Hakoda atop the mattress, legs behind shoulders, butt waving about the air. Batto knelt in front of that sight. They moaned and groaned and spewed a string of obscenities. Batto tugged at something that dangled off of Hakoda's ass. Slowly - he stretched it until he freed it.
Sokka paled and spun and staggered.
Gods! How he wished he hadn't yielded to curiosity. He wished it was a dream but reality couldn't be denied. Hakoda and Batto - were pulling socks out of their asses!
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