Story by Custos (Original posting 22 January 2025 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos) Please don’t repost this story, let it remain in my galleries! This story contains material for adults only, do not read if you’re a minor. The material presented is fictional and for adult fantasy only. The author does not condone any of the depicted illegal activity in real life. —— Standalone: It's Okay to Touch, Son 3 The blinker light flashes on the dashboard, the telltale clicking sound ticking loudly as the pickup truck waits its turn at the red light. The sky is dark and the buildings in the street are littered with tempting signs for food and drink. Inside the stalwart vehicle sit Dave and Matthew, the former smirking at the wheel as he listens to his excited little boy yapping on, while the latter is bouncing in his seat. The two boys had so much fun during their first sleepover that Dave had received a call from Jimmy’s mother Deborah, or Debby for short, and the woman couldn’t stop gushing about how excited and happy her son was about the whole experience. The brown doberman had actually blushed at the phone as the black poodle overloaded Dave with compliments, and the two had quickly agreed to go out for dinner and celebrate their sons’ blossoming friendship. To the boys it would be just a normal outing as friends, with their mom and dad tagging along as chaperones. - “We’re going to Romeo’s Raging Rodeo! We’re going to Romeo’s Raging Rodeo! It’s gonna be so cool, daddy! They have bowling, an arcade, claw machines—” The words keep spilling from Matthew’s smiling lips, the silver Labrador-doberman mix continuing to hop up and down in his seat, fidgeting with his seatbelt. His little tail is wagging a hundred miles an hour against the back of the seat, a little fluffier than a regular doberman’s would have been but not as fluffy as that of a full-blood Labrador. Dave smirks as he keeps his eyes mostly on the road but occasionally darts his gaze over to his excited little boy. Moments like these make him forget all his worries. Being able to make his son smile. Romeo’s Raging Rodeo has been his son’s favourite fast food restaurant ever since the canine can remember. It shouldn’t come as a surprise, since the place has everything little kids can desire. Greasy food, sugary drinks, indoor play place, and games of all sorts. The kind of place where cubs can earn tickets to exchange for prizes at the end of their visit. Usually a visit is reserved for special occasions, like birthdays and such. But both Dave and Debby agreed that their boys’s budding friendship deserved a little treat. A little encouragement from them, to make clear that they support them fully. Dave’s ears perk up in confusion when he steers his pickup truck down the street and past a certain road sign. These signs are much more common in big metropolitan areas, but they do encounter them occasionally out here in the more rural cities. The sign indicated they were entering a bottomless district. These are clothing optional areas which are becoming much more prevalent since the country has progressed to a much more body and sexual positive legislation. Unless weather and temperatures dip under a certain threshold, a green ring on the sign indicates clothes below the waist are prohibited, an orange ring that all clothing is optional, and a red ring that clothing below the waist is mandatory. Sexual contact of any sort is still forbidden, except for designated areas. The sign they had just passed was green, whereas it had been orange just a few weeks ago. - “What’s wrong, daddy?” The brown doberman just smiles at his son reassuringly, keeping one hand on the wheel while leaning his elbow in the open window frame next to him. “Nuttin’, baby. Seems they upped the bottomless area to outlaw pants. I’m jus’ hopin’ Debby knows about this. Would be a little awkward if she didn’t.” Matthew’s eyes are filled with stars as his little tail starts wagging even faster, if that’s remotely possible. His small hands clutching his seatbelt in his lap, squirming without the good nature to hide his excitement. - “I’m gonna see Jimmy naked, daddy?! Really?!” This surprises Dave a little. He had assumed the two boys would have seen each other naked during P.E. class or had been experimenting at night during the sleepover. He’s straight and even he had played doctor with other boys when he had been a cub. “Uhm. I’s suppose so, kiddo. Ya’ll ain’t seen each other nekkid in P.E.?” Matthew’s eyes are glued to the car window on the passenger side, eagerly drinking in all the naked people walking about casually. Showing off his enthusiasm to explore his sexuality like any boy on the cusp of puberty without any shame. Damn. If only these laws had been in effect when Dave had been a kid. - “Well, sure. But that’s just for a few seconds. Now we’ll get to be naked together all night!” Ah, the brazenness of youth. The black pickup truck turns onto the Romeo’s Raging Rodeo parking lot and finds ample space to park. It seems like a quiet evening. Which is good in Dave’s book. The less screeching kids, the better. Dave puts the car in park and briefly exchanges glances with Matthew, the little boy nearly squeeing where he sits which makes the proud dad’s chest swell in a goofy smile. “Ya ready, baby cakes? Ya okay with going? I’s could call Jimmy’s mom an’ ask to eat somewhere else.” The doberman father needn’t have bothered asking, for his son is already wriggling out of his shorts as he pushes the garment down his slender legs. Revealing the boy’s cute little sheath and balls to his daddy as Matthew unbuckles his seatbelt. - “Uhu! Hurry, daddy! Hurry!” The virile canine male chuckles as Matthew darts out of the car in just his favourite Texas Stallions sports jersey, slamming the door shut behind him. Like father like son. The handsome doberman checks the way his coat looks in the rearview mirror, straightening his fur out a little around his neck as he scoots down his own jeans, leaving him in just his sleeveless leather jacket. He hadn’t given it a second thought back home, but now he feels a little conflicted bringing one of Olivia’s first presents to him on this outing. On the one hand, it’s not a date. He’s here with Debby for the boys. Plus, this way he can feel like she’s still a little bit involved in her son’s life. See him thriving with his friends. And on the other hand… He will be talking a lot with Debby. And she is single. She’s not unpleasant to look at, if a little homely. And friendly. … Is this okay? Dave steps out of the car as Matthew beholds his handsome daddy, tapping from one foot to the other, running in place next to the driver side door. His father’s muscular build. Thick thighs and biceps. The dark brown tattoos littering all over his shoulders, neck, and upper arms. Even one down by his thigh. That sleeveless black jacket framing his torso so tantalisingly. The cool cold stare and minor scowl Matthew has come to know as his daddy’s default expression. And, of course, la pièce de résistance. His handsome father’s thick sheath and heavy balls wobbling from side to side with each step Dave takes. Matthew’s eyes are glued to his father’s groin, subconsciously darting down his own hands to his small package, coming to a standstill while being utterly lost in the sauce that is his daddy. Dave offers his son a kind smile, appreciating the unspoken compliment. For a brief moment it feels like his first dates with Olivia, almost like he’s taking out his son on one tonight. “Hey, baby. Does daddy look good enough to come with ya tonight?” Matthew nods breathlessly, still fumbling a little with his small sheath. Gently fingering the tiny opening. Making himself shudder. Dave is about to gently tell his precious cub to stop playing with himself in public when another car turns onto the parking lot and parks just a few spaces away from the father and son. Jimmy’s little face is pressed against the glass, and he darts out to Matthew as soon as the car comes to a complete standstill. The two boys yipping excitedly as they dance around in each other’s arms. One still fully dressed, the other bottomless. But neither of them seems to care. Deborah doesn’t come out just yet, and Dave walks over to the driver’s side as he gently knocks at the glass. The window rolls down and reveals a slightly flustered black poodle woman frantically scrolling through her phone’s GPS. - “Oh, my gosh. I’m so sorry, Dave! I didn’t realise… They made the area clothing prohibited! We can just go somewhere else if you want to!” The brown doberman smirks and just leans his elbow into the open window, flashing Debby a dashing smile revealing one bottom fang from his lip. Dave gestures down his waist, inviting the blushing woman to take him in fully. “Naah, nonsense. Deborah. The boy’s be lookin’ forward to this place. They love it! If ya dun’ mind, neither do I.” The blush is visible even through the black fur of the fashionably permed poodle. It looks like she got her hair done today just for the occasion. Dave makes a note to give her a subtle compliment about it later in the evening. - “Oh, haha! Already in the spirit of things, Dave? Well, when in Rome, eh?” For a brief moment, Dave and Debby just look at each other. Smiling like teenagers. But when the black poodle averts her gaze, it dawns on Dave that she’s looking for a private moment to undress. Somehow, that process feels more intimate than putting one’s body on display. The doberman knows the feeling, and promptly turns away as he now too blushes slightly. “Ah! Yeah. I’ll check on the boys, Debby.” As Dave walks behind the car and to Matthew and Jimmy, he can already see that both boys are now as bare below the waist as the day they were born. Jimmy is holding his pants and underwear as he talks animatedly with his best friend, and the doberman’s gaze slowly slides down to the pup’s groin. The ten-year-old’s sheath doesn’t look that different from his son’s. Small and cute, with an adorable little pouch underneath. A near-perfect round sack holding Jimmy’s little balls tightly and snuggly. Just like his son’s, they seem to have dropped nicely. The adult canine’s stare wanders up to the pup’s clothed upper body, and Dave briefly startles when he finds Jimmy is looking back at him. The kid’s eyes look warmly into Dave’s as the boy offers the grown man a smile. Then, Jimmy’s gaze wanders down to the doberman’s exposed sheath and hefty sack. Drinking in every detail. A subtle stir just barely visible in the little boy’s loins as he tightens his hold on the pants balled up in his arms. - “Are you boys ready for a fun evening?” Jimmy’s mother emerges from the other side of the car, the voluptuous woman walking over to her son and taking the boy’s pants from him. She’s wearing flashy ankle warmers and a warm woollen sweater despite her fur being fluffy enough in places to provide ample warmth. The woman’s fleecy coat is well trimmed and sculpted, accentuating her womanly shapes perfectly. And between her thighs, somewhat chastely pressed together, is a set of dark rosy lips peeking from her black fur. Lovely, virginal, and smooth like a little girl’s. Deborah looks like she ran away from an 80s commercial, and Dave finds that he’s loving her appearance. Debby still has a slightly flustered blush on her cheeks as she rearranges her purse on her shoulder, tossing her son’s discarded pants into the backseat of her car before locking it. The two pups are already excitedly running circles around each other on the parking lot, and Dave just offers Debby a knowing smile while they walk to the restaurant together. Almost like a family. Romeo’s Raging Rodeo is themed after the Wild West, with cowboys and horses and lassos. Plenty of cacti too, which Dave finds a little bit dangerous for a place where a lot of little kids run around carelessly. The two adults sit down in a booth near the indoor playground, asking their kids what toppings they’d like on their pizza before sending them off to play. The scrawny teenager taking their order looks slightly uncomfortable with Dave’s presence. Something the doberman has become accustomed to. He gives the nerdy-looking squirrel guy a firm look while giving his order with a deep commanding voice. The employee is bottomless like everyone else has to be in this district, save for his apron offering a slight modicum of privacy. But the doberman can see the teenager’s balls scrunch up in fear behind the fabric as this masculine male speaks to him. Deborah on the other hand just offers the boy a smile but lets Dave do the talking, giggling when the squirrel quickly flees to the kitchen. - “You beast! That boy is terrified of you!” Dave just waggles his eyebrows at the chuckling woman, busying his hands with the menu as he feels Debby’s playfulness stir something within him. Memories of how Olivia used to tease him about this as well. “Ah. Well. My momma always told me I’m slicker’n owl shit.” The black poodle woman looks a little shocked and lightly slaps Dave’s arm, making the doberman grin at her. If only she knew he wasn’t kidding. The pizza is brought out and the boys hungrily wolf down their slices before running off into the restaurant again. This time to the arcade, where each of them got ten dollars to spend on whatever they like. Dave and Debby take the opportunity to get to know each other a little better. Talk about their jobs and their sons. This and that. When slowly the conversation shifts towards their ex partners. - “Jimmy’s father… Well. I wouldn’t be caught dead bad mouthing my ex husband in the presence of my son. But…” Dave just nods sympathetically, drinking his soda through the straw as he leans back in the booth with one leg crossed over the other knee. Looking as casual and suave as he can muster. - “We… hit some rough patches. Small ones at the start. But little irritations grew and grew and grew… Until they were no longer quirks but proof of his character. He… He had very loose hands, you see.” The doberman has to stop himself from snarling, his upper lip already twitching visibly. Debby takes note and quickly continues her story. - “He never hit Jimmy! But I… Well. At first he didn’t, but later on he didn’t care whether Jimmy saw him hit me. I knew I had to get out of there. For both Jimmy’s and my sake. I know it is silly and foolish. But when you love someone… You keep hoping. You know.” Reaching out his hands to take Deborah’s into his own, Dave offers the sullen woman a genuine smile. He simply nods and that’s enough for the poodle to know he understands and agrees. To feel heard and understood. “Olivia and I, we’s had our rough patches. But I would never have. Yer better off alone than with a man like that, Debby. And I’m sure you’ll find the right guy. Yer sweet an’ kind. And yer a great mom!” The black poodle reciprocates Dave’s gesture and holds his hands back as well, smiling timidly at the handsome man on the other side of the table. - “That’s sweet of you to say, Dave. Thank you.” The two of them continue to hold hands, offering and gratefully accepting comfort from each other, when their attention is draw by the laughter of their sons. Matthew and Jimmy are running back toward them from the arcade, the black and brown dachshund triumphantly holding a stuffed animal he just won from a claw machine. Debby smiles happily and speaks softly while the boys are still out of earshot. - “You know. Jimmy looks up to you, Dave. He got to experience how kind a father figure can be again from you this weekend. Matthew and you are all he talks about these days. Thank you for that.” Dave blushes a little as the black poodle woman squeezes his hands before releasing them. A pang of guilt stinging the doberman’s conscience. If only Deborah knew the kind of dreams that were wracking his sleep since that weekend. The two excited ten-year-old boys jump and bounce around in front of the table booth, both parents smile at their sons as their adorable little sheaths and balls wobble along in their happy dance. The pups joyfully showing off the prize Jimmy won. The evening is filled with games and fun for both the kids and the adults. Dave boasting to Debby about his basketball game with the hoop arcades, but quickly discovering the balls are slightly deflated and undersized, throwing off his skills. The virile male takes it all in good fun, though, as he catches rim or misses entirely. The lovely black poodle woman smiling and laughing along with the doberman’s jokes and playful escapades while their sons rack up plenty of tickets on their own. They bowl, play air hockey, have another snack and drink. As the evening starts coming toward a close, the two pups discover there’s a virtual reality booth in the back of the arcade. Though, it looks turned off, they plead with Dave and Debby to ask the clerk to turn it on. The scrawny teenage squirrel tries to tell the two parents that his boss doesn’t want the VR booth turned cause the ticket dispenser is broken. Dave just leans on the counter and asks the boy to make an exception for them. They don’t care about the tickets, the boys just want to play. The squirrel looks nervous but doesn’t dare refuse Dave, sighing quietly before turning the game on. The doberman hands the youngster a tip for his efforts. There are a few options in games, but the two ten-year-olds are drawn to two cabins that look like spaceship cockpits inside of them. They can race or battle each other in a virtual space war, which makes both pups absolutely lose their minds. Dave is about to stand with Debby to the side to watch their sons play on the screens, when Jimmy suddenly grabs the adult male’s hand and smiles sweetly up at him. - “Mister Wagner, can you help me play? It’s a little dark in there.” The brown doberman flinches, his eyes darting over to the boy’s mother but Deborah just smiles warmly and nods. Seemingly thinking her son could use the reassuring hand of a father figure like Dave. Somewhat hesitant, Dave sits down into the dark cabin first. The seat is designed like that of a race car, probably just a repurposed gaming chair, and it will be a tight squeeze but a kid could feasibly fit on his lap. Jimmy was his little tail as he steps in and slides on top of the masculine adult male’s knees, wiggling his adorable bare little but to sit snugly right on top of Dave’s plump sheath. Debby smiles as she helps her son buckle in, giving Dave a thumbs up before closing the lid on the virtual reality machine. The canine had smiled back but feels cramped in this tight space, starting to sweat bullets with Jimmy pressed so closely against him and into his lap. The little ten-year-old looks back at Dave, squealing in startled surprise as the booth jerks to life and lifts up slightly from the floor. The little boy grabs the adult man’s hands and presses them firmly against his firm stomach for Dave to hold onto to, before clutching the space ship’s control stick himself. - “Mister Wa— Mister Dave. Don’t let go of me, okay? Don’t let me fall!” The innocent scent of boy and shampoo permeates Dave’s nostrils, the man shaking a little as he’s growing increasingly uncomfortable with his son’s best friend pressed so tightly into his exposed sheath. Against his firm masculine body. He’s trying his best to think of the most unsexy things. Trying hard to keep his virile physique from reacting in a way that comes natural to any male of age. Dave’s eyes slide over to the side panel looking out over the other cabin. The windows are tinted and he can barely see Matthew sitting in the other booth, the pup grinning wickedly at his daddy and friend and waving excitedly at them before focusing on the screen in front of him. The monitor jumps to life and thanks to the booth’s movement, it almost feels as if Dave and Jimmy are pulled through the stars. The doberman can faintly hear a squeak through the cabin door, looking through the heavily tinted window to see Debby laughing as she observes the movement of the machine. She smiles radiantly and waves at Dave and her son, both waving back before their hands dip back down out of view. The game starts with an intro cinematic, and the booth wobbles and shakes as it simulates the impact of weapons impacting to the side of the ship, making Jimmy squeal happily in Dave’s lap. The poor virile male is sweating bullets, his large manly hands clutching the ten-year-old boy’s stomach tightly through his t-shirt. Feeling every muscle underneath the pup’s fur. Every ripple and movement as Jimmy starts playing the game. They are so close. So comfortable and warm. Despite the sudden tremors and shakes of the machine surrounding them. Dave’s mind flashing back to that moment of blinding radiance in his dream. When Jimmy would open the jersey he’s wearing. Matthew’s jersey. And how the light would become too bright for Dave to see anything of the boy’s exposed little groin. Dave nearly jumps out of his skin when he suddenly feels a small hand descend upon his larger one. He can feel his fingers dig into Jimmy’s stomach, and for a moment the adult thinks he’s hurting the boy and the pup simply wants him to release his painful grip. But then, while keeping one hand on the joystick, Jimmy’s hand gently caresses Dave’s and he takes hold of the adult’s fingers. Gently sliding them underneath his t-shirt. Making full skin contact. The virile doberman is staring out into the void, seeing nothing but blackness and the flashes of the monitor in the fringe of his peripheral vision. Concentrating hard to try and keep his penis from growing into a full blown erection as his sheath is nestled in the soft caressing cleavage of Jimmy’s small boyish buttocks. Jimmy is not done yet. A soft sigh is audible over the blasting sound of the game, and his small hand cradles Dave’s hand against his bare stomach before gently coaxing it down further. Gently sliding those big manly fingers down until they softly bump into the ten-year-old boy’s small sheath. The small furry pocket feeling a little bit plumper than it looked before. Jimmy moans out again, his small tail wagging like crazy against Dave’s stomach as the adult male’s hand is further guided and enticed to caress and explore the little pup’s most sacred of places. Unable to resist or stop himself, but ultimately not moving on his own volition, Dave feels how the dachshund child squeezes his palm tight around the small sheath. Giving it rhythmic kneading pumps. Jimmy takes Dave’s index finger and gently circles the tip around the opening of his small furry pocket. The soft contact between adult digit and the swelling glans of the boy’s small humanoid penis emerging driving Dave nearly insane. “Jimmy…” Dave’s voice is soft and low, on the verge of croaking. Trying to protest but he’s simply unable to stop the boy despite physically being stronger tenfold. The little boy whines slightly, his wagging tail slowing down as Jimmy leans back into Dave’s muscular chest, still playing the game but only half-heartedly. - “Please, mister Dave. Just for a little bit. I won’t tell my mommy, promise. Pretty please?” The desperation in the little boy’s voice stings Dave harder than his guilty conscience. What makes a young innocent pup like Jimmy crave such intimate touch so badly he’d risk making a scene in front of his mother? And wouldn’t he rather have that touch from a peer like Matthew rather than an adult? Dave can’t imagine his son turning down the opportunity if only he’d be asked. The brown doberman doesn’t say anything, keeping his eyes focused on the darkness beyond the computer monitor in front of them as he tries to avoid making his arms look busy below the window panel of the fake cockpit. His large hands now moving on their own and gently cupping the little ten-year-old pup’s cute little sheath and balls, softly squeezing and massaging both as he explores the young boy’s body just hidden from sight. Jimmy whimpers and whines softly, grinding his soft buns into Dave’s thickening sheath in pleasure and satisfaction. The small cherry tip of his little humanoid penis emerging from his sheath, cooing as it gets caressed and gently tickled by Dave’s skilful adult fingers. The fingers of his other hand carefully cupping and stroking the small balls underneath, a lone digit even venturing down into the cleft toward Jimmy’s virginal pink tail hole. What would Olivia think of this? The booth comes to a rest and the door starts sliding open, making Dave’s hands fly back up to Jimmy’s stomach as if stung by bees. The flustered adult male lightly sweating as Deborah’s beaming face emerges, the woman smiling brightly at her son and Dave while she claps her hands together. - “I saw everything on the screen, sweetie! A whole space battle! Did you have fun?” The small dachshund boy nods shyly, his cheeks a little rosy from blushing as well as he gets lifted out of the booth by his mother. - “Uhu! Mister Dave is the coolest!” Debby has to laugh at her son saying ‘mister Dave’ instead of ‘mister Wagner’, seemingly not noticing the glans of her son’s penis peeping from the small sheath. Or the tip of Dave’s doing the same, for that matter. The brown doberman is flustered and a little pale, shaky on his legs as he climbs out of the cramped space, nearly knocked over by his son as the little boy embraces his father tightly. - “Daddy! Daddy! I won! Jimmy had your help and I still won!” Dave tries to collect himself and hugs his son back, if only to hide the state of his penis as it slowly starts receding back into his sheath out of sheer terror. “Yeah. I saw, sweetheart. Great job.” The virtual reality machine booth tries to spit out tickets but it is clear the roll had been removed to prevent it from malfunctioning as explained by the clerk earlier. The two adults and two kids make their way over to the prize counter and cash in the tickets they have, walking out to their cars with several cool little toys. Dave has calmed down and is mostly back to his cool self, but he can’t get what just happened out of his mind. And the lack of reaction from Deborah either. Did she really not see? Not notice the state the two males had been in? Fuck. He needs a cigarette. The two little boys hug each other tightly as they say goodbye for the night, their little tails wagging as their small sheaths and balls press firmly together. They keep hold of each other as they plead with their parents to let them sleep over at each other’s place, but since it’s a school night their requests are firmly denied. Debby and Dave promise their boys to talk about another sleepover on the weekend. Maybe at Jimmy’s place this time around. Jimmy seemed a little sad at that last bit, but he eagerly grabs hold of Dave’s waist and nearly crushes the air out of the doberman’s lungs as he squeezes tight. - “Thank you, mister Dave! I had a lot of fun. You’re the coolest dad in the world!” Debby just has an endeared smile on her lips, her frizzy tail wagging happily that her little boy had such a good time with Matthew and Dave. The adult canine is speechless for a moment, but seeing neither Matthew nor Debby object he encloses his arms around Jimmy and gives the vulnerable little boy a soft squeeze back. Maybe Jimmy is just looking for reassurance from an adult male father figure. In ways that are not appropriate between a grown up and a little boy. And Dave certainly failed to stop the situation from happening as he should have. But then, again. Jimmy had really wanted it. Just like Matthew had wanted it. Fuck. He’s one messed up freak. Not worthy of the title ‘man’, nor ‘father’. But maybe, just maybe, he could help steer Matthew and Jimmy toward each other. Maybe they don’t dare admit their needs to their dearest friend in fear of losing them. Afraid to be ridiculed. Just oblivious to the obvious signs the both of them send out to each other. Ah, the follies of youth. Dave smiles back down at Jimmy, the boy holding onto the doberman with a happy wag in his tail. The father then looks at his son and sees nothing but an encouraging smile as well. No trace of jealousy, just admiration for his papa. “I had a lot of fun too, kiddo. Yer one of the coolest kids I know!” Jimmy grins and beams up with pride. They release their hug and Dave walks over to Debby as she holds her purse chastely in front of herself. The doberman could swear he saw her blushing. Not only her cheeks, but down ‘there’ as well. And it stirred feelings inside of him. The brown doberman grins and holds open his thick muscular arms, Deborah giggling like a school girl as she reciprocates the hug. - “Oh, my! Mister Wagner! You devilish charmer, you!” Dave grins and waggles his eyebrows at Debby as he releases her. “Only to the finest ladies I know. I’ll call ya soon for the sleepover, Debby. Goodnight.” Matthew and Jimmy give each other another quick hug as their little tails wag joyfully. It doesn’t escape Dave’s notice that they seem to take the opportunity to rub their small sheaths together one last time, even if just subconsciously. The ride back home is much calmer, with Matthew properly tuckered out and falling half asleep against the passenger side window. The two of them are wearing pants again for the ride home, and Dave notices his son finicking with his pair. “Something wrong with yer pants, baby cakes?” - “They’re itchy, daddy. I like bottomless better.” “Heh. You and me both, kiddo.” Matthew turns to face his daddy, slightly more alert and grinning an impish monkey smile. - “Daddy! Let’s move houses to the bottomless district! Then we never have to wear pants again!” Dave chuckles. He loves Matthew’s innocence. How simple things are in the minds of children. “Wouldn’t that be nice, kiddo. Wouldn’t that be nice.”