When Bob awoke, his worst fears were confirmed: Zsa Zsa was naked beside him.
"Ahhhhh!!!" screamed Bob, trying to get out from underneath her impressive weight. It was no use. Plus, she slept through his screams. Also, it was apparent to Bob, that he too was naked.
"What the bloody hell?" Bob made one more yell to try and save himself.
"Uhhh!" Zsa Zsa moaned as she awoke. It reminded Bob of the special on elephants on The Discovery Channel he had seen about a month ago. Bob swore silently to himslef that frim now on, no more sex, ever. If Zsa Zsa did it to him, his 'Mack Daddy' image would be ruined. Forever.
"Bob! I'm sorry we didn't do it last night! I must have gained weight yesterday, because my panties are now three sizes too small, and I was not able to get them off without causing a massive flesh wound!" Zsa Zsa snorted back the snot that was starting to pour out of her nostrils. Bob exclaimed in his mind 'Praise the Lord, Halleluia!' and 'Sweet Jesus we Praise you!', but only said;
"That's too bad, isn't it?" Bob then decided that if were to ever lose his virginity, it owuld be to Six, and NOT Zsa Zsa.
"Ummm.... I have a Great Aunt who needs me!" Bob said, excusing himself, his clothes bundled in his arms.
"OK! Bye my sweet little jar of pickles!" said Zsa Zsa thinking of he favorite food that doubled as a dildo.
Bob walked to Daney and Six's house. But not before noticeing that Daney and Scot naked and asleep together. Scott was laying on the floor, and his right leg was bent at a grotesque angle. Daney must have rolled on it that night, because it looked to be broken. Badly. 'Ah well' thought Bob, 'He layed the elephant, so he deserves the consequences.'
Bob whistled and sang to himself on the way to Six's house.
"This time around!" Bob sang as he went up Six's front walk. He rang the bell. Six answered.
"Hello Bob!"
"Hi! May I cum in... you?" he asked.
"Hee hee! Yes!" Six said, letting him in, and leading him up to her room. Bob and Six made sweet love. Afterwards, Six wanted to inform Bob of his 'Mack Daddy' status.
"Bob! I've layed alotta other guys, but you are by far the best, EVER! Las Vegas is a day away! Let's get married!"
"OK!" said Bob. Sex was better than jacking off, to him.
"What happened to my beautiful couch?!?" screached Zsa Zsa as she looked at it's battered legs and flat-as-as-pancake cushions.
"I may have to hose it down!" she continued, recognising the residue from Daney's used VD trap. Zsa Zsa recognized it, because when her and Daney played with each other, little bugs would always fall from Daney's.
"Scott, did you and Daney, like, you know...?" Zsa Zsa had to be sure.
"Yes!" said Scott trying to get up. "Egads! My leg!" winced Scott. His worst nightmare, too, had been confirmed. Daney had broken Scott's leg (or what felt like it) under her more than voluptuous body. 'But hey!' Scott thought, 'it's proof that even my shriveled three-incher can do it! What a mack daddy I am!' His idol, Rita McNeil, would be proud. Really proud.