Chapter 12: Girl-Type Friends
“They must have sent you the wrong ones!”
“No, Andy, these are the right ones. Just keep trying,” I said, attempting to keep the irritation out of my voice.
“David, you are never going to fit into these with your jeans on.”
“Well, I have to wear jeans under them. I can’t show a horse with my balls and butt hangin’ out.”
Andy’s infectious laughter erased my irritation and I joined in with him.
Andy was wrestling with getting me into my new custom-made chaps. They were black, fringed, trimmed in high quality silver and skintight. He had one leg halfway zipped.
Finally, with much grunting and groaning, the zipper gave and one side was zipped all the way down to the ankle. He started on the left leg. He had just gotten the zipper started when the phone rang
