It gets a bit wild

For my costume I found flight wings and a captain's hat that went with a dark blue suit. It's not much of an outfit, but I spent most of my effort in the kitchen making treats. I made a three-layer chocolate cake with real buttercream frosting, a couple dozen layered pastries filled with a honey nut mix, and finally a trifle with layers of whipped cream, lady-fingers and strawberries.

Alison stopped by wearing the gold buttoned stewardess uniform before leaving to meet her friends around six and voiced her approval at all three options.

“Katie's going to love these nut things,” she assured me, “and Gab and I are probably going to make ourselves sick eating that chocolate cake.”

Then with the click of her heels on the hard kitchen floor and the faint smell of her flowery shampoo she was gone, and the kitchen felt suddenly empty.

It's been four years since I even bothered with candy for trick-or-treaters, but I left my lights on and got 15 to 20 kids from the neighborhood ring my bell. Most of them in the five to eight range, but because my house is only a block or two from the college there were a couple groups of students too. Mostly the college kids wore sexy cat, togas or witch costumes, but none of them looked anywhere near as fuckable as Alison in her stewardess uniform. It was around eight when I heard the girls giggling outside my door. They were as excited and giddy as the six-year-old princesses I had given candy to just an hour before and I was pretty sure they were a little tipsy too.

Before they settled down, I insist on a picture, and they pull themselves together long enough to pose for the shot.

“You ladies look fantastic.” I tell them as I show them the table loaded with goodies and the fruit punch and ginger ale punch bowl.

“You look good too, Mr. Patterson.” Gabrielle's attention seems to be split between me and the chocolate cake slices sitting on the table. “My dad never looked that hot in his flight suit.” For a moment the other girls look shocked at the bold statement, but then all three of them start giggling. Definitely a little drunk. My suspicions are confirmed when Alison takes a sniff of her punch and then a cautious sip before drinking down her cup and refilling it.

“We're sorry, Mr. P.” I think there was something in the punch at the Kappa house. The others chime in right away talking about how gross the brothers were and how they wouldn't stop touching them.

“It's like the stories my mother used to tell me about when dad wasn't around.” Gab chimes in again this time in between mouthfuls of cake, “Back then, passengers thought that the price of the ticket came with the right to grope anyone wearing one of these uniforms.”

“Well, not on my flights young ladies.” I put on my best fatherly voice. “If any of those men get fresh with you let me know and have a word with them man-to-man.”

“But Mr. Patterson, my mom said the pilots were even worse than the passengers.” She strikes a pose that makes the most of her outfit. “Why do you think it's called the cockpit?”

I almost **** on the punch I was sipping. and once again I hear audible gasps from Alison and the otherwise silent Katie.

“I think I'm going to make you girls some coffee.” I say as I step towards the kitchen, but Alison stops me before I take more than a step.

“I'll make it, Mr. P.” She grabs Gabby by the arm and all but drags her along. “Katie will keep you company, while I have a chat with this one.”

Kate looks like a deer in the headlights when she realizes that she and I are going to be alone, but she follows me to the living room with a bowl of trifle in one hand and another of the nut pastries in her other.