Bill was just packing his last cat when a knock came at the door. He stood at the door and breathed deeply before asking, "Who is it?"
     "It's me, Bill. Flossie."
     He opened the door.
     "Stuffums?" She stared at the cat, clearly shocked.
     "You two know each other?"
     "Thats my neighbor's cat. Aren't you going to invite me in?"
     " you think this is a good idea? I mean..."
     Flossie laughed. "Gosh, Bill, you don't think I'm gonna try to pry that cat off your dick. Here, I bought the fixins for some speedball, thought we could get nude and watch Gorrillas in Heat 3: Bungholes in the Jungle."
     "Uh...I don't know. I gotta get to work in four hours."
     "You work in a donut factory. Call in sick."
     Warm air seemed to dribble out his ass, but then it occurred to him that he wasn't wearing any underwear. Or pants for that matter.
     "Whats the matter? Thrift store buttplug?" She teased.
     Bill glanced at his watch, glued the cat to the cieling and invited her in.
     Flossie shut the door and popped in the tape. "Did I mention that I toss a mean salad."
     "I'll get the croutons." Bill's night had just begun.

      Gratz meef,
            Reverend Speefnarkle