“No. No. Not even close,” Devin retorted, “Evil Residency 98.4 Ultimate Directors Cut Import is the best game.”
“Yeah, okay I have to agree the zombies looked awesome,” Chaz said voice cracking.
Rounding the corner into the kitchen, Jenkins heart skipped a beat. Bent over, head in the refrigerator Devin’s ass hung out of his assless leather chaps. Standing near him, Chaz also in assless chaps, his skin strangely shiny, stood holding a video game controller and a length of sausage. Devin stood up and turned around, Jenkins tried to hide the shock on his face when he saw the video game controller looking nipple clamps pinching Devin’s nipples a crimson color, and the longer length of sausage swaying in his hand. Devin handed Chaz a large jar of mayonnaise.
“Afternoon,” Chaz said, voice cracking causing Jenkins to wince, “We’re headed downstairs to game. Want to join? We have sausages,” waggling the sausage to emphasize the obvious.
“You should play with us. Although I am the best. No one better. One time..,” Devin began his voice steadily hitting tent revival preacher in volume and intensity.
“No thank you,” Jenkins said ending the conversation with tone and look.
Not wanting to watch their pale asses go downstairs, Jenkins turned away. When he thought it was safe to look Jenkins surveyed the damage; only the plate that formerly held the sausages on the counter, at least they did not leave a mess. Picking up the plate, Jenkins almost dropped it when a slippery substance caused the plate to slide in his grip. What the hell were they doing downstairs; sausages, lube, assless chaps, and video games…maybe he needed to address that issue before his other plans? He looked down to his feet when his black cat rubbed against the back of his legs, seemed his cat agreed.
Jax got off the porch and headed for the front door.
Yanking the front door open, Jax thought he might have broken the doorknob.
“Good afternoon…” the woman wearing her Sunday best started to say, her eyes going wide, looking down, and making the sign of the cross.
A cool breeze made Jax reminded him that he was naked.
Recovering as best she could, “My name is Patience. Do you have a few moments to talk?”
Jax crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe putting his best “go on” look on his face. When Patience did not start talking, he gave her a “go on” motion. Patience straightened up and looked him in the eyes.
“I can come back when you are dressed,” she said.
“No, I’m alright. Enjoying the breeze,” Jax casually replied.
“Good lord,” Patience blurted out.
Jax expected her to turn around and leave; to her credit, she stood her ground.
“Who is at the door?” Jetta shouted.
“Some lady trying to sell me something,” Jax shouted back.
“Does she have any samples?”
“Do you have any samples?” Jax asked Patience.
Patience stammered, blushing she began to rummage through her large bag.
“She’s looking,” Jax shouted to Jetta.
“I can see that,” Jetta said peeking over Jax’s shoulders.
At the sound of Jetta’s voice, Patience looked up. Wearing only the hat and a bemused expression, Jetta stood slightly behind Jax. Jax put an arm around Jetta and pulled her forward.
“Good lord,” Patience blurted out again, her face crimson.
“Would you like to come in out of the heat?” Jetta asked.
“Yeah, you should come inside and you can show us your wares,” Jax said with emphasis on wares.
Patience dropped her bag, stammered something while trying to pick up her bag, and walk backwards at the same time. By the time Patience picked up her bag, Jax and Jetta were laughing hard enough that they had to hold each other up.
“When you find those samples come back and maybe we can trade samples,” Jetta shouted to a retreating Patience. “Come on,” handing Jax the nail clippers, “It’s my turn again,” she said with a wink dropping the towel and heading inside.