Chapter 3
That evening, Major, Ginger, and I chowed down on roast chicken and mashed potatoes, green beans, and more peanut butter cookies for dessert in the living room. I never did put on another shirt, which was just as well, considering how much gravy I dripped onto my chest. Milk, too, which I wiped off with the one I’d left on the arm of the recliner.
“When you’re done using the clean side of your c*m shirt as a napkin,” Major watched as I rubbed at my torso, “I’ll head down to the basement to throw in some laundry.”
I swiped some cookie crumb shrapnel off my tablet screen first. I was back to scouring HotGay4U.com, since my earlier search had led nowhere. “Here you go.” My lack of athletic skill resulted in the shirt hitting Major in the face. “Oh. Frick.”
He chuckled. “I know y
