“My bulldog Fred,” Dinky managed to mumble as Fred managed to connect with an earlobe. “I told you we’d work on our relationship.” He rubbed his hands up Fred’s new washboard stomach. “You feel good.” He poked his hands in Fred’s crotch to see if it still was deep in admiration. It was. “You still turn me on. We’re not finished yet. I still want to keep seeing you. Let’s go and grab some donuts before Irving’s. I know how you like your donuts.”
this is too depressing
