Fun With The Penal System
Gojyo was sitting in jail. He'd been charged the night before with drunken disorderly. He'd been drunk, sure, but he hadn't been that disorderly. Really, the only thing he'd done was flirt with a girl. He found out later that that girl happened to be the sheriff's daughter. Apparently lawmen didn't like outsiders coming in and wooing their daughters. "Always about the hair," he said, lamenting the racism that his bright red hair brought upon him. He'd put out a call for a lawyer, and while he waited, he thought back on how he'd gotten here. There was an emptiness inside him and he couldn't find the right person to fill it.. Who would he be able to truly love?
"Denny Crane," the lawyer said, walking past the guards. He handed one of them his card. 'Denny Crane,' it proclaimed in bold font. "Denny Crane," he said again to another guard. "I've been hired to represent.." his words faded as he set his eyes upon Gojyo. "this amazing young, poor, innocent, beautiful creature you have so crudely locked behind bars." He smiled to Gojyo, giving him a wink. "Denny Crane," he said. He gestured back to the guards. "Get these doors open so I can speak with my sexy client."
The doors opened and Denny walked in. Gojyo couldn't speak. He was blown away by the amazing presence of Denny Crane. He was a bastion of masculinity. Gojyo reached out to touch his cheek.
"You're beautiful, my dear," Denny Crane said. "And I do love the Asian ladies," he said with a wink. He sat down next to Gojyo, wrapping him in his arms.
"I'm not a lady," Gojyo protested softly, leaning in close to breathe in his scent.
"Oh, a feisty one, huh? I like 'em naughty." Denny grinned. He leaned in to kiss Gojyo's lips.
"Mind if I'm on top?" Gojyo asked, his voice sultry as his fingers ran up and down Denny's sides.
"I love a woman who takes control," Denny said.
Gojyo leaned into Denny, whispering in his ear, "Denny. Crane."