When Jeff sees Sean really relaxing, he comes over and sits on his leg, one leg on each side, “Wanna play Frisbee?”
Feeling Jeff’s scrotum on his leg, Sean feels frightened, yet amazed by his carefree spirit. We’re packing for the…”
“Beach. How about the two of you?”
“You bet.” So they sit down for some ice-cold lemonade. Too bad he doesn’t want you.”
“He will. You look really depressed.”
“Nothing.”
“What do you mean nothing!? So what time should I come over?”
“Mom says she’ll pick you up around 10:30. Down boy.”
“You think I’m a dog!”
“Well you appear to be as active as one.”
“Come on, Sean.”
“Please don’t cum on me.”
Again Jeff and Rachel chuckle. After a while Rachel says, “Well I worked up a good thirst. Down boy.”
“You think I’m a dog!”
“Well you appear to be as active as one.”
“Come on, Sean.”
“Please don’t cum on me.”
Again Jeff and Rachel chuckle. I’ll leave you alone—until I think of a way to cheer you up.”
“Thanks, buddy….
