One Night Stand: The Magic Hawk

Prologue

        Jeremy M had always loved musty AHS with its careful, colossal couch. It was a place where he felt fuzzy.

He was a controlling, sweet, whiskey drinker with chubby feet and pink moles. His friends saw him as a black, bulbous bear. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a powerful baby flamingo. That's the sort of man he was. 

Jeremy walked over to the window and reflected on his sticky surroundings. The snow flurried like skipping aardvarks.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Geraldine P. Geraldine was an energetic carer with blonde feet and moist moles.

Jeremy gulped. He was not prepared for Geraldine. Geraldine kept brushing her small baby dick hands against her nice hair that smelled like a farm of 1008 fresh baby powder. Jeremy was watching her through the window and then

As Jeremy stepped outside and Geraldine came closer, he could see the brave and lustful glint in her eye.

Geraldine gazed with the affection of 9290 tactless dry donkeys. She imagined Careless Whisper by George Michael playing in the background, while Jeremy imagined Deepthroat by Cupcakke. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a hug."

Jeremy looked back, even more happy and still fingering the magic hawk. "Geraldine, I love you," he replied.

They looked at each other with jumpy feelings, like two empty, energetic elephants bopping at a very lovable Halloween party, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two down to earth uncles chatting to the beat.

Jeremy regarded Geraldine's blonde feet and moist moles. "I feel the same way!" revealed Jeremy with a delighted grin.

Geraldine looked shocked, her emotions blushing like a tricky, troubled torch.

Then Geraldine came inside for a nice glass of whiskey. While Jeremy looked at her poptart, pink, gooey lips touching the bloody glass.

THE END