“Come on, Nick, aim like a man! Evan’s awkward silence answered that question, and Eddie clapped his hands. To be a full member?”
“Harley, DSL training isn’t just a fun little game—it’s a full commitment to prepare for the initiation. I’ve been in charge since the day you said, ‘I do.’ Now, hold still—this is going to be fun for both of us.”
The room erupted into laughter and whistles, with Mom tossing a sly grin over her shoulder. It was silly, over the top, and somehow worked. “Hello Lucy, I am home,” he said, the iconic line from the TV show I Love Lucy. I wanted to know for sure that I won the bet. “Depends—do I get a prize for hitting a home run?”
My Mom was deep into her trash talk, palms to the wall, spreading her legs apart, presenting her ass cheeks. Mom didn’t even flinch, steady as ever, with an amused glance over her shoulder. Pin Donder’s Asshole!”
“Either way, he’s never going to do it,” my sister predicted, and sadly, she was right. “Talk not to me of shame, lad; I’d pin the moon itself if it dared mock me. “Finally stepping up to remind me who’s in charge?”
Dad chuckled, gripping the candy cane with deliberate slowness. “We love candy in the DSL!!”
I tried to get my bearings.
