The men weren’t exempt from this fashion statement either and once he saw one he started seeing them all over the place. These men had trousers with... big holes cut into the material around the groin - holes that could be circular, or triangular, or square, and even heart shaped. This absence of cloth allowed the guy’s balls and penis to swing freely in the breeze and again they were sometimes coloured up in all those wonderful colours of the spectrum. Some of these penises on display were also. ”“Wyatt, don’t start any trouble.”Wyatt gestured and dialed his phone. “Frank, this is Wyatt. I need to use your company’s private room at Andre’s tonight. I’ll give you my box seats at the Super Bowl.”Wyatt laughed “Damn straight, she’s that hot. Thanks. I’ll have a courier bring the tickets by tomorrow.”He turned to his grandmother. “Go get dolled up. I mean smokin’ hot. We’re going out to the best restaurant in the state. I’ll teach that skank to insult you.”“Wyatt...”He waved his hands. " Wow."He smiled at me, that beautiful, radiant smile. "Yeah." I've seen you around and always wanted to talk to you," I said. Then I covered my mouth. Oops. I probably shouldn't have said that.Evan rubbed his shoulder against mine. "I felt the same way about you, sweetness. Except you were always driving your car when I was walking, and I was always driving when you were walking around." Then I saw you at Melody's," I said. "And I was like, oh shit!" That's not what I thought," Evan said. "I. She told me she really loved my Harley and would love to ride one, she had never been on a Harley. I’ll trade a ride for a ride I told her, she looked funny and said why would you want to ride in my car, then she blushed again and said oh! I could see the vodka and orange juice now in a cup between her legs and she was starting to loosen up. Hell no one has wanted to ride this in years she said, not even my husband. Well your are either married to a fool or a gay man was my response. She seemed.