Life as a hero hasn't been that great for James McGill. Since he 'saved' that guy, Jimmy thought that clients would piled up, his life would turn to the better, he would finally laugh at that stupid burned face of Hamlin, but as you can see, nothing worked out. His life was turning into the shittiest possible, until he met 'him'.

Today was a normal day in Jimmy's life. Talked with crazy clients, ran away from nacho, forgotten the fucking ticket for the parking… a normal day. But the day wouldn't stay like that. Jimmy's going to meet him - The person that changed his life in the past weeks.

Jimmy arrived at his brother's house more late than usual. He was so nervous that almost forgot of put the electric devices in the mail box.

"Did you ground yourself?" Chuck greeted. "And your cellphone, did you put in the mailbox?"

"Woaw" said Jimmy, as if he did not expect. "I've had a great day Chuck, and you?" asked in a sarcastic way.

"Did you grounded yourself or not?" Chuck asked as he turned his face more serious.

"Of course I did. And yes, before you asked again, I did put my cellphone into the goddammit mail box. Jesus." Jimmy responded with a tired felling.

"Thank YOU" Chuck replied as he turns his face for the paper in his hands. "Did you know that tomorrow is the anniversary of the 'The New York Times'?" asked Chuck. "I would like to know if you could pique one for me, If possible obviously." asked chuck.

"Yeah, yeah… I will" Jimmy replied as he sits in the chair behind the sofa, were chuck was lying down.

Jimmy was so nervous for meting 'him'. His leg started shaking. The hands, sweating.

"Are you okay Jimmy?" asked Chuck as he perceived something strange with his brother.

"I'm okay, just a little tired. The public court is getting me crazy." Jimmy lied.

"You know Jimmy… As I always said "Work hard and the clients will come"" Chuck smiled, trying to comfort his brother.

"Oh well" started Chuck. "I Think I'm going to sleep now" chuck said as he was getting up. "Can't wait to get that piece of paper tomorrow!" exclaimed as he picks up his strange aluminum cover. "Good night, Jimmy" Chuck wished as he was getting up stair.

"Good Night" replied jimmy.

This was the moment. Jimmy was waiting for this moment for the hole day. He finally would meet him.

Jimmy stayed in the chair for some time, waiting for his brother to sleep. He knew that it wouldn't get long; Chuck was a fast and heavy sleeper. But something was different today. Jimmy couldn't handle the feeling.

The poor lawyer headed to the kitchen to grab some candles and the bag of stones that he hid behind the cooler and then rushed to the basement.

And there he was. The only one who Jimmy could speak normally these days. The one that cared about him. The one who made him felt like no other person ever did. There was Tony the Toilet Buddy.

Jimmy couldn't explain how he found it or how was it working in a house that has no electricity, but he was there and he need it really badly.

"Hello Tony. How are you? I'm good now" said jimmy as he lit some candles through the room.

He couldn't handle anymore. The feeling was too intense. Too powerful to hold.

"Sorry Tony" started jimmy. "I don't know what happened today, but I really need you" said as he took his pants off.

Jimmy lifted the toilet cover, sat down and dropped the first stone.

"Oh yeah, that's the way!" exclaimed Tony.

A shiver passed through Jimmy spine. That voice was too powerful for him. The second stone fell.

"Gosh you're big. My goodness, look at you!" said tony with his deep voice.

Jimmy started shaking, sweeting. He dropped the third rock immediately.

"Put it in me" ordered Tony.

He was about to lose it. Jimmy never had this feeling about someone. The only one who got close to this was Kim, but now she was long gone. The fourth stone fell.

"HMMMMMM… AHWNNNNNNNN..." reached tony.

The shaking was to strong. He couldn't handle anymore. It was too good.

Jimmy reached his climax. He fell on the floor, shivering, smiling. The fifth rock was in the toilet.

"Filled me up Chandler" said Tony, exhausted.

Breathing heavily, Jimmy didn't care anymore if tony knew his name or not. He started to like that way. Sounds vile, he thinks.

"Thank you Tony..." said jimmy, as he started do realized that he was getting addicted to this. He probably would think in a way to stop doing this, that it was too bizarre. But he was too tired.

"...And good night." jimmy closed his eyes, lying in the floor, holding dearly the last stone in his hand.

"Good Night." tony said.

THE END