Bertie and Gandhi: A romance
After having completed his works on relativity and quantum mechanics, Albert Einstein needed a break. He had had enough of physics and decided to travel to India for a little fun.
Einstein was fascinated by this foreign country. He visited many places far and wide, enjoying the best of holidays.
One day, he noticed a mass of Indians approaching in a street. He discovered it was a peaceful demonstration against injustice. In the midst of orange robes, Einstein witnessed Gandhi, their spiritual leader. Einstein couldn't help but notice his flamboyant, white robe and his fiery, orange skin. He felt strangely hot inside. He was confused: he was a married man, yet he was not unmoved by the Father's charms. What is happening to me, thought Einstein. Am I turning...?
When Gandhi was close to him, he pulled him apart. The Mahatma instantly recognized the famous physicist: "Namaste, Albert."
"Gandhi, I must talk to you."
Gandhi was being tugged at by fellow Indians. "Worry not, my Lamb. Come and see me tonight at my village hut."
The night came, and with it Albert at Gandhi's residence. When he opened the door, Einstein couldn't help but notice Gandhi's tight garments, delicately showing his body. Einstein went straight to the point: "Gandhi... I must tell you how I feel." He thought a moment. "If you were the sin(x)² to my cos(x)², then together, we'd make one."
Gandhi chuckled. He liked being picked up by boys. "Does this mean what I think it means, Bertie?"
"Yes... and that dress would look even better dropping towards the floor at 9.8 m.s-1."
"Oh, you are the chutney to my samosa."
Gandhi let his sherwani slip to the floor, and leapt towards Einstein. Their tongues intertwined and locked while Gandhi rubbed Einstein's moisture and heat seeking venomous python of love. Gandhi pressed more and more on Einstein, until Einstein could wait no longer. "Oh Mahat, violate me like the British violate your rights". And by Vishnu, he did. Gandhi savagely tore Einstein's clothes, and, being satisfied to see Einstein's Love Ladle fully erect, penetrated him with such vigour that they both reached their peak quickly and simultaneously.
Einstein lay next to Gandhi, their arms sleepily around each other. They glistened from sweat and semen, but they didn't care. They were happy and, knew that many more sulphurous episodes were to come.