"Oh silly Brady don't you recognize your own wife?"
Rafe kissed Brady before he could say anything. Brady found himself thinking about how soft Rafe's lips were. When Rafe slipped him the tongue he pulled away.
"What's going on here?"
"That's what I'd like to know."
Lucas glared at Rafe but Brady started laughing at Lucas who was dressed as a woman with a full on beard.
"Brady why are you laughing? You told me you liked my facial hair."
Brady wanted a drink. He looked around but couldn't find a glass of water let alone a bottle of Scotch.
"I need to go now."
Brady started running. He could hear Lucas and Rafe arguing. Brady wondered if he should try clicking his heels again.
"It couldn't get any weirder than this."
To Be Cont.