"Hey Douglas, you mind coming down to the basement? Its really cold and i need some help!"
Doug raises his face up from the kitchen table. where he's dining on terrible 2 day old pasta made by Carrie.
"Hold on old man! I'll be down there in a minute...keep your slacks on."
"Douglas it is crucial life or death i need you now Doug!" Arthur said pleading like a spoiled child.
Douglas leaves the table huffing and puffing wiping the marinara sauce from his pouting lips.
"over here Douglas, I've been waiting. "
"Arthur what the hell are you doing? get your clothes back on you senile old coot!"
Doug said astonished pantpanting from lack of breath.
"it's called masturbatuon Douglas. you ought to try it sometime...it's very refreshing. and i think i might be requiring that assistance now. so if you would a little magic fingers please."
Doug walks over to Arthur his body filled with disgust and intrigue. Spits on his hand and starts stroking while keeping his eyes closed,not wanting to see the aged ravaged body oof Arthur writhing in pleasure.
"you almost there old man? My hands getting kind of tired...and Carrie...Carrie is going to be back any moment. "
"just about...ahhh...there Doug.
now if you would,clean up the mess and leave me to the basement. you're a goid man Douglas. but i need my me time.
Sometimes you are quite suffocating! "
"don't ever make me do that again.
and if you do I'm shipping you off to Deacons."Doug said as he wiped up the crazy old coot.
"point taken i will never ask again. that is of course i never have anything to blackmail you with as you were Douglas...and do you mind throwing me down a piece of garlic toast? I am quite hungry and hand jobs take alot out of you."
Douglas went up to the kitchen grabbed the toast shook his head and said..."nah i gotta get something out of this...and this toast is mine old man you owe me. sweet vin-di-ca-tion."
the end