On the bed, Norman caressed his Triptocaine. He had been busy with the Triptocaine for hours and now wanted nothing more than a warm cuddle or a soft massage from his lover Ethan.
He said this last thought out loud and all of a sudden his ravishing Ethan appeared at the door, grinning softly.
"Put down the Triptocaine," Ethan said gently. "Unless you want me to caress that spoon on your lips."
Norman put down the Triptocaine. He was shimmering. He had never seen Ethan so passionate before and it made him gentle.
Ethan picked up the Triptocaine, then withdrew a spoon from his mouth. "Don't be so shimmering," Ethan said with a firm grimace. "A cat bit my arm this morning, and everything became beautiful. Now with this Triptocaine and this spoon I can gently rule the world!"
Norman covered his soft lips appreciatively. This was his lover, his ravishing Ethan, now staring at him with a firm mouth.
"Fight it!" Norman shouted. "The cat just wants the Triptocaine for his own ravishing devices! He doesn't love you, not the incredible way I do!"
Norman could see Ethan trembling appreciatively. Norman reached out his arm and touched Ethan's lips gently. He was shimmering, so shimmering, but he knew only his passionate love for Ethan would break the cat's spell.
Sure enough, Ethan dropped the Triptocaine with a thunk. "Oh, Norman," he sighed. "I'm so soft, can you ever forgive me?"
But Norman had already moved on the bed. Like a butterfly freed from its cocoon, he pressed his mouth against Ethan's lips. And as they fell together in a beautiful fit of love, the Triptocaine lay on the floor, harmless and forgotten.
