The sun rises on a new day in Monte d'Or. We focus in on the Ledore Mansion. In the kitchen, Henry Ledore is making sure that every part of breakfast is perfect.
He enters the dining room where a nightgown-clad Angela Ledore is waiting and yawning.
"Good morning, Mistress Angela," Henry beamed.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" yawns Angela. "Good morning, Henry. I'm sorry for yawning."
"No worries, Madam. A cup of hot coffee is percolating as I speak. Where is Master Randall?" Henry questions.
"Oh, you know Randall in the morning, Henry. He loves his bed and loves being in it even more." Henry just chuckles.
"I'll see what I can do." As Henry begins to leave, he turns back around. "You know, I have a feeling today will be a wonderful day."
"I agree, Henry. Today doesn't feel like an ordinary day." Henry smiles then proceeds to the master bedroom and opens the door. "Master Randall?"
A muffled "What?" comes from the covers.
"Master Randall, it's morning in Monte d'Or."
"It's not morning in here," the lump of quilt responded.
"It's morning everywhere, Master Randall. Besides, I have a surprise for you..."
A head with messy hair appears from the pile of covers.
"Surprise?"
"Yes, a surprise. But, first we have an order to things here. Out of bed," Henry smiles kindly, waiting for the lump. Randall jumped out from the covers and stood proudly, his member exposed and dangling. This didn't phase Henry, however, as most mornings began like this.
"And first, clothes."
"Aww! But naked breakfast! Sausage with sausage!" Randall grinned, as he bounced up and down, playfully flailing his penis from side to side.
"No, Master Randall. You know what happened last time," Henry reminded the very tan man.
"That was a one-time thing! And how was I to know that was a gravy boat?"
"Master Randall! Everyone here is wearing clothes and you will follow suit."
"Ugh fine!" Randall groans as he grabs a pair of shorts from the dresser. Henry smiles and returns to the dining room, readying his master's coffee.
After a few minutes, Randall arrives and sits across the table from Angela. Henry enters with a cup, bringing it to Randall. Suddenly, he stops.
"Master Randall."
"Yes, Henry?" Randall smiles.
"I told you to put clothes on," he sighs.
"This is a swimming thong!" he exclaimed. Angela sat up, attempting to peer at it.
"That is not what I meant!" Henry yelled.
"Ahh! But it is clothing, yes?" Randall deviously smirks.
Angela walks around to Randall's side of the table.
"He does have a point, Henry. Besides," Angela kisses Randall, "I think it looks cute." As she walks out of the room, she slightly lifts her nightgown, exposing the bottom portion of her bare rear end.
Once she leaves, Randall turns to Henry and sticks his tongue out. Disgusted, Henry turns for the kitchen.
"Good morning, starshine!" Randall sarcastically says, grinning ear to ear. Henry cringes as a shiver runs down his spine. He then proceeds into the kitchen, knowing full well today is going to be like every other day.
THE END