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Debra Marie Greene
"But I'm only in my jockstrap." Glenn stressed his unwillingness to show off his assets to whoever was at the door.
"Just do it. I'm sure he won't mind. He might like it, like I do."
"He?" Walking to the door, Glenn hesitantly opened the curtains.
Glenn's jaw dropped in astonishment. The salesman from the Christmas tree lot stood muscularly naked with a string of multi-colored Christmas lights lit up and wrapped around his shoulders, draping down his hairy chest to his muscular thighs, highlighting his crotch.
Glenn opened the French doors, hesitantly.
"You must be Glenn," the man assumed.
Glenn nodded in acknowledgment, a vacant, pensive stare spread across his face.
"Where do you want your tree?" The salesman pointed to the eight foot noble fir that stood behind him.
"Bring it right in here, Frank" Billie directed the salesman into the living room. "Glenn, help Frank with the tree." Billie photographed the salesman.
"Uh, yeah. Hi Frank." Dazed, Glen stepped to assist Frank, while Billie shut the door behind them.
Frank placed a bundle of his clothes inside the doors and carried the tree down the steps of the dining room to the living room as Billie directed.
"He is certainly well endowed," Glenn whispered to Billie.
"I didn't think you noticed. Why are you so quiet?"
"I'm just overwhelmed."
"Help Frank with the tree." Billie gave the cue to the four bartenders to start hanging the Christmas balls in the hall. "After you're finished in the hallway you can get dressed and go.” When Frank entered the house, the men had stopped singing, abruptly, admiring Frank and his extremely appealing body. “I know you have other parties to go to."
"All these guys are so tempting." Glenn interrupted Billie's preoccupation with the bartenders. “Why is everyone naked?”
They both had forgotten about Frank, momentarily, leaving him alone to assemble the Christmas tree.
"You're free to touch anyone tonight, if they're willing. You can play but that’s all."