As I fell into Mr.Grey's eyes he pulled out a popsicle from his booty hole, and rubbed it on my noise slowly while yelling "BOOP! BOOP! BOOP!". I just sat there in his lap and whispered in his ear "do you ever feel......like a plastic bag? Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again". Are eyes met and he grabbed a coconut from his liquor cabinet, broke it open, dipped two fingers in the coconut water, and rubbed it on my head and called me Simba. His cold, clamy, wrinkly hands against my forehead felt so good. I got up from his lap and went home.
