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Every year, around the same time, I get what I like to call my annual urge.
I guess the black and unfogiving skies of the season, increase my, shall we say...desire.
Everyone gets lonely, I assured my self one grey July morn.
"Theres no need to quench your libido with a drink from the forbidden fountain of mature aged love," I repeatedly told myself.
But then I saw him. And everything was thrown into dissaray. He was talking to my father while he was out mowing our front lawn. I had never seen such timid beauty and dignified grace, so prominent in a human being. It was as if the gods had created this Adonis of a man just so we would marvel at his power to create . But no, I thought. I need a distraction. I called my fellow Antagonist associates over to my lair to discuss important matters of the day.
Dean was mysteriously absent. But it did not matter. For I had not given in to temptation and my fellow bretheren had lead me away from my scandalous thoughts. But then the question was asked.
"Skowln, who is that guy talking to your father out there?" Asked Benny
"What guy?" I replied, pretending to be ignorant of his excistance.
"That magnificent specimen out the front, that potrait of perfection, that miracle of creation? Who on earth is that vision of glorious splendor talking to your dad!?" The tension had been broke. I was now not the only one who had this forbiddon desire.
It was not just an uncontrollable urge delivered to me by the changing of the seasons. It was because that man was so perfect he had thrown us all into a whirlwind entaglement with the opposite of our sexuality. Now all of us were transfixed. We all had fallen into the deep pit of homo eroticism.
But no...He was now walking away from my father. He was leaving us forever we thought. We must know who he is. So we rushed out and greeted him. He introduced himself to us all. He was Piemans Dad!! the most beautiful way possible, in a way that would make the angels weep, in a way that defines the word sensual ... we........

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