Chapter 28: Stepping
October 19, 2015
I was picked up at approximately at seven in the evening. Carl had a Stetson cowboy hat on, boots, and a silver belt buckle the size of my face. Whilst making our decline from the attic by using his new set of stairs, he asked, “Do you have any idea where I’m taking you?’
“Not a clue. But if cowboy hats and boots are involved, I’m all for it.”
He was a gentleman and opened his pickup’s passenger door, spanked my ass as I climbed inside, and said, “How much do you like cowboys?”
“Cowboys are smoking hot,” I said. “I always wanted to be one when I was a little boy.”
“Maybe later we can play Cowboys and Indians. What do you say?”
I was speechless and joked, “My gun’s in the shop getting lubed.”
He laughed. “I’m thinking of lubing something else, M
