Daddy Q, where is my pain?
I lie awake at night, sweaty and breathless, anticipating the touch of your MOAB against my chocolate rosebud… But that gratification continues to be deferred.
"BIG NEXT WEEK" you whisper, but I need your bigness this week. I need it today. I need it NOW.
Please, Daddy Q, please give me your big MOAB. Fill me up with it. I can handle it, I promise. I've been practicing.
My wife wonders what's happened to her long necked vase, and all I can tell her is to trust the plan. She nods as though she understands, and I grin, clenching my anus almost until the vase shatters. I have full control where that's concerned, you see.
Please, Daddy Q. I'm begging you. Unseal those indictments and splash me with that sweet, sweet justice. I'll swallow every drop and still beg you for me.