Programming Socks Novels & Stories

And then, as I stared at him slack-jawed, he strolled over to the scratched, unvarnished dresser against the wall and pulled out a long-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of jeans, tossing them over his shoulder onto the couch. After a second of rummaging, he turned around, holding a pair of socks. “These,” Ian said seriously, waving them at me, “are the best fucking socks you will ever wear in your life. Nate’s made a couple of pairs for me.” He blushed. “Um, long story. They’re waterproof, bulletproof, and kick harder than steel-toed boots. Also, they’re warm as hell.” He brought them over and set them down on the coffee table with a flourish, like he was presenting me with a gold watch for my yea