Red was a man who believed in an orderly life.
Perhaps it was his military background, but for whatever reason, it was “a place for everything, and everything in its place.”
His gun cabinet was carefully arranged, weapons sorted by type and caliber. You could eat off the floor of his garage...provided you cleaned up afterwards.
And his butt-plugs? Meticulously shelved by size.
To those who questioned his orderly outlook, Red would always say, “There’s nothing wrong with being a little anal.”
To those who questioned his personal proclivities, Red would always say, “There’s nothing wrong with a little anal.”
[This post is a collaborative effort between Yours Truly and the lovely (and only slightly perverse) Lisa W. of Lemons and Lollipops. You can listen to the podcast at Laurence Simon’s 100 Word Story Podcast site.]