How do you feel about manties?” “I do not know what you’re talking about, nor do I care to find out.” “They’re panties for men. Lingerie.” He reached for his mug and took a sip of coffee, never breaking eye contact with me. Then he got up, went to the counter and poured himself a whiskey. Knocked it back and stared at me once more. “I have erased your last words from my memory. Let’s go to the den.” “Uh-uh. I don’t care if you think you’re goddamn John Wayne. You are a modern man, living in the here and now, and you will accept that men sometimes wear panties and it’s awesome.” “Stop saying
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