"How did it go?" Gretchen asked when I returned to the car. "Did you have a good time with the birthday boy?"
"Birthday girl is more like it. There's just one thing I'd like to know, when you were in the vault with Danny, you kept talking about his big cock. From what I've just seen, it doesn't look very impressive."
She laughed, "That was for you, silly. As for his housewives and divorcees who use him to cheat on their husbands, they would rather be caught cheating with a guy with a big cock than a small one."
"I'll be damned! So, Danny is also a member of the small dick club!"
Gretchen patted my knee and said, "Honey, I hope you understand, but when it comes to small dicks, your's is in a class of its own.
"And I mean that literally. I searched the Web and found a few really small dicks, but they were all attached to big, fat, gross men. I've never seen one on a man your size and honey, it's adorable!
"You are adorable, with your skinny legs, your sweet cheeks and tiny penis! Why, the first time I saw Danny pants you in the yard, I wanted to put you in my pocket and take you home with me. I've waited for years to teach Danny that no one can bully my little man. That's my job!"
Blushing, I asked, "What do we do now?"
"We wait until dark. He won't come any sooner, but you can bet that he wants out of here as soon as he can get to his truck. We'll see him first from here, so keep a look out. Then, we signal the others."
I'd spent that summer chained up in the backyard, so I learned to appreciate all of the sounds and smells as day turns into night. I could also discern the precise moment when it is truly night. Five minutes later, I saw him heading towards the office. Gretch flashed her parking likes briefly.
A few seconds later, the headlights from all of the trucks and cars came on, lighting the entire yard. There was an immediate shout of "Surprise!" and then it was stone silent for a long pause before everyone, including all of the people who had grudging agreed to come to Dan's party, burst out laughing.
It was impossible not to laugh at Dan as he stood in front of his truck dressed in pink satin bra and panties, garter belt and stockings. His garish makeup was smeared and he held his shoes and wig with one hand while he frantically and repeatedly pointed the button to unlock his truck.
"Let me guess," I said to Gretch, "Those aren't his keys, are they?"
"Gretch smiled and said, "I don't think it matters anymore. Take a look."
Panties or no, the party was beginning as usual, with Grandpa's Um-puh band playing as Dan was lifted and carried around the yard. Strings of Christmas lights came on, along with colorful paper lanterns. The long benches were set out and the beer was already flowing.
