To Mr Fabulous

To Mr Fabulous

I can remember a few years back, I think it was about six months after we met on the set of "To Fuck A Mockingbird" and about three months into our turbulent love affair. We were holed up in our lovenest in upstate New York in January and we were bored out of skulls and suffering from serious cabin fever.

You got it into your head that the time would pass more quickly if we engaged in some hard core anal fisting. So as you assumed the position, I went looking for the K-Y but we were out, so instead I found a spray can of WD-40 and squirted some into your little brown hole, and applied liberally to my freakishly large fist.

Boy, that was an embarassing visit to the emergency room.

I never got my watch back.