Stefano Shifted his Considerable Bulk
coughed and reached for his rum- gave a big, guttural grunt of pleasure
- I’m not a machine
- I can’t even offer you a drink
- fat arms curved around his daughters
- and then a stream of bubbles
Stefano shifted his considerable bulk in the murky hot tub, gave a big, guttural grunt of pleasure, and then a stream of bubbles paraded to the surface.
“Your request tugs at my heart,” he grumbled distractedly, his fat arms curved around his daughters, each girl almost as rotund, and hirsute, as their father. “I understand your plight. I’m not a machine.”
He then coughed and reached for his rum while we fidgeted and dreaded the inevitable refusal of our boon. Stefano upended the bottle into his mouth, swallowing greedily.
“But there’s nothing I can do,” he drawled, before extracting the last of the fluid from the bottle. “I can’t even offer you a drink.”
And so, my brothers and I resigned ourselves to performing our trapeze act without a net.
You know, the worst part of this whole thing is the murky hot tub.