Chuck Roastt was excited by the idea of being invited to Farnhamville by the Female Butchers & Cooks, so excited that he came a bit in his white, cotton, oxford cloth boxers as his member throbbed with anticipation. He quickly opened his closets to look at his selection of white dress shirts. She had seemed so intent upon him wearing white dress shirts when he went to dinner at Farnhamville that he wanted to make sure that he had enough and that they were in good shape. He didn’t want to disappoint the Female Butchers & Cooks. He wanted to look, Bonnie Cook had said, good enough to eat. And he checked his neckties, too. But he was frustrated by what he found. His clothing was okay, but he wanted it to be special, as special as the dinner that the Butchers & Cooks were going to have. Given that he had time to update his wardrobe, he used the Internet to rush order some new white dress shirts and neckties. He ordered some white, cotton, long-sleeved, button-down oxford cloth dress shirts; some white, cotton, long-sleeved, point collar, pinpoint oxford cloth dress shirts; some white, cotton, long-sleeved, spread collar pinpoint oxford cloth dress shirts; and some white, cotton, long-sleeved, tab collar dress shirts. And he ordered some solid color silk neckties: black, navy blue, red; and some striped silk neckties in the same colors. He even ordered some bowties in the same colors, too. She hadn’t mentioned wearing a bow tie when he went to Farnhamville for dinner with the Female Butchers & Cooks, but he hoped that it would be okay. He looked good in both four-in-hand neckties and bow ties, and he enjoyed wearing them. He liked the reassuring pressure of his ties on his throat when he tightened them tightly around his neck, so tight that he almost choked, so tight that they felt like little nooses around his neck.
To fill out his special dinner clothing, he also ordered some new white, cotton T-shirts to wear under his dress shirts; 3 pairs each of navy blue, charcoal great, and tan khaki dress slacks; some new white, cotton, pinpoint oxford cloth boxer shorts; 3 pairs of shiny, black, leather dress boots that came up to his ankles; several pairs of black dress socks; 3 shiny, black, leather belts; and other accessories as necessary to complete the man, to complete the image, to make his look “good enough to eat.”
When they arrived, he laid everything out in front of him, each item still in its package to keep it pristine and lightly starched for he liked clean and neat clothes. He wanted to make sure that he had all the clothing that he needed to wear for his special dinner with the Female Butchers & Cooks. When he was satisfied, he planned what he was going to wear on his trip. He kept out 1 white, cotton, long-sleeved, button-down, oxford cloth dress shirt; 1 solid blue necktie; 1 pair of navy-blue dress slacks; and a belt, and shoes, and socks and such.
He carefully packed everything else into the new luggage he had also ordered, and then he went to bed.
His sleep was interrupted by frightening dreams of being butchered and cooked, but he managed to sleep enough that he felt like waking up at 0500 and loading his car so that he could fit in a long day of driving. He didn’t think that he could make the trip in only one day, as Bonnie Cook had suggested, so he planned his route so that he could stop about halfway to Farnhamville and stay in a hotel overnight.
He took a hot shower and luxuriated in the feel of the jets of water washing him ultra-clean as if he was being prepared for something special. He put on the clothes that he had chosen for driving, got in his car, punched in the proper coordinates, and off he went.
After several hours of driving, he arrived at the hotel he had chosen. He checked in, he took another, long, hot, cleansing, end-of-day shower, and went to bed.
That night his sleep was broken by horrifying dreams of standing on the trapdoors of a gallows while he was wearing a whited, cotton, long-sleeved, button-down oxford cloth dress shirt, and a black necktie. His hands were tied behind his back, and his ankles were tied together. A hangman or perhaps a hangwoman was cinching a rough, rope noose around his neck. He was able to enjoy its reassuring pressure only briefly because then he was hanged. After he was hanged while he was wearing a white shirt and a black necktie, and then he was cooked and eaten while he was still wearing the same beautiful and delicious white shirt and necktie that he had been wearing when he was hanged.
