"You fucked up, Double D. You fucked up real good."

Those were the only words Double D could manage to get his brain to say to himself.

He was tied to a chair, locked in a cold, dark basement. Duct tape wrapped around his mouth made him even more uncomfortable. He glanced over to his left, where Nazz lay atop an old mattress. Her limbs were tied down to it, and she was spread out in a terribly painful looking possition. Double D noticed how being stretched out like she was made it even more obvious that Nazz was stark naked. Next, our sock-headed friend took a look to his right. There sat a table. On the table sat a gun.

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking to yourself, "What in the heck is going on?" That's completely normal, as I'm certain I'd think the same if I was you. It is a long story; a long string of events that Double D dreads to think about to this day. He recalled the events to himself as he waited for...well, I can't tell you what he was waiting for. It'd simply ruin the ending. Well, in reality, what you're reading now IS the ending. So, in order to keep you reading, let us step back in time to a few months ago...

"I told you I could do it, Eddy!" shouted Ed, inserting a sausage into his ear, in order to obtain a quarter Eddy had promised him if he could. Eddy grumpliy payed up, while Ed attempted to remove the sausage, without suceeding.

"No wonder Ed's mental abilities are severly lacking," mumbled Double D as he stood up to throw away his lunch tray. He embarrassedly decided not to sit back down at Eddy and Ed's table...

It wasn't anything new to Double D when it came to having an extremely boring or just downright not worth his time lunch. He felt much more like studying or doing something productive. Little did he know that a solution to his boredom was right around the corner. Nazz, every neighborhood boy's favorite thing to stare at meaninglessly, was sick that day. Double D was asked to deliver her homework to her house. Nothing unusual,
since Double D was considered "Ol' Reliable" around the teachers' lounge...

Double D knocked on Nazz's door. He yawned; still bored as ever. He was greeted with a friendly smile by none other than Nazz.

"Hey Double D!" she said with a bright smile.

"Why hello there Nazz," he said back. "I've brought you your homework, and I've taken it upon myself to Xerox the notes I took in class for you!"

Double D tends to go overboard when it come to education, doesn't he?

Nazz took the notes and homework, but then she unexpectedly asked Double D something.

"Say...would you like to come in for a little while?"

The words hit Double D like a freight train. What could he say? Well, he ended up saying the first word to come to his mind...

"Eh, erm, yes! Certainly!" he spluttered, trying to be polite.

Nazz let him in, and kindly poured him a drink. Then the two sat down on the couch and talked about recent school events, such as Ed's encounter with the sausage. Then he felt a strange feeling rush through him. Nazz...had her arm around him. Double D looked around nervously, and eventually snuck a quick look at his own pants. It didn't suprise him to find a large bulge forming between his legs. It did suprise him, though, to find that Nazz was staring...directly at it. Then, to his absolute horror, she reached towards the bulge (and if you haven't guessed what exactly the bulge was by now, I reccommend you stop reading this instant).

Double D acted fast. He slapped back her hand.

"What in God's name do you think you're doing?" he stammered.

"I...I want you...Double D," was the reply. Double D would have screamed or ran, but in a second's time, Nazz was on him again, his pants were unzipped, and Nazz's lower half was somehow completely naked. The following actions between the two were, of course, sex.

You know, I think that right about now would be a good time to end the chapter. I'm sure you're enjoying the story. I know, for the record, that Nazz is. But, you there in the green t-shirt...you're getting too excited. You're starting to worry me.

But, I digress. The chapter's over now, and you all will just have to wait for the next.
I'm sorry to end it right when the "good parts" happen. My apologies to the rather perverted man in the green t-shirt.