Summertime Bondage for Bi-Dads in their tricked-out VW Bus
“Any objections if me and Roger take a trip down to Carr’s this afternoon? You need anything?” Carr’s was simply the baddest, best hardware store in the Berkshires, in Pittsfield to be exact. Barb’s eyes met mine, turning her head from the sink, her hands working on Friday night’s dinner pot. The slightest of smiles flickered over her face. “You asking permission?” “Depends.” I hooked my suspenders with a pair of thumbs and rocked back on my heels, hoping I channeled some old confident yeoman farmer in his venerable backwoods New England domain. We stared at each other in our … Read more