Coco had had a hard day, his boss lowered his salary, his car broke down and he had to pay bail to get his dead beat father out of jail, 'thank God he isn't staying here' thought Coco. Coco hadn't felt any happiness in his life ever since his husband Cornelius died 5 years ago. He craved the intimacy that he hadn't experienced in so long. He picked up the picture frame with the photo of him and Cornelius on it at the cereal mascot convention of 2006. Times were so good then but Coco was starting to think it was time to move on. Coco sighed as he put the picture back on his windowsill, 'what am I going to do with myself' he thought.
All of a sudden there was a knock on the door, "that's odd," said Coco to himself "the only visitor I ever get is Tony but he only comes on Thursdays". Coco went to the front door of his flat and looked through the peephole. It was Tony, he was wearing a suit and he was holding a bouquet of flowers. Coco opened the door and put on a fake smile. "Tony, how are you doing?"
"A lot better than you apparently!" said Tony "Your mother called me and told me what you've been through, thought that I would stop by and see if you were okay". Coco snatched the flowers and walked inside, "You might as well come in Tony, I'll find something to put these in before I make you a cup of tea".
Tony started to take off his clothes while sitting on Coco's couch and asked "got milk?".
To be continued...
