PlotBloomI look at you with a sly smile on my face. You have accepted the glass of Prosecco, and we make a toast. The cool bubbly tastes fantastic. I hope you do, too. You look a bit nervous. Maybe you should.
I set the glass on the massive sofa table.
My dear ex-stepson. Let me go straight to the point. The reason you are here is that... ahemm... some years ago, I spied you when you were in the shower. You were, and likely still are, very well equipped ... ahh... I mean, you possessed a gigantic penis. I still remember how the soapy water ran over it... it gives me the goose bumps.
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