Adam, Hoss and Joe are settled in for the evening:
boots tossed atop the rug near the front door, stockinged toes wiggling free from confinement,
shirts untucked, loosened from their belted trousers,
popcorn-a-plenty and a rare treat, a cold sasparilla for each.
The flat screen plasma TV is turned on by the remote control in Joe's hand . . .

Tracycap from Vengeance

