"Auuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
In the Nursing home, Nicklaus let loose a beastly bellow, his unshorn beard bristling, his face all yellow.
As implied by the title, his pants were the first to go.
Nursing home lady had fallen back, landing on her backside, and as she scrambled backwards, she now found herself with her back pressed, literally, against a wall.
Oh! So… tall!!!!
Nicklaus' towering stature was indeed quite the sight; and his eyes gleamed with a blazing light, even as he moved towards the public servant [-skilled-with-servicing-the-senile], in her plight...!
Nursing home lady's eyes widened.
-S-surely not?!?!
The sight of the big... bulky, experienced, and seasoned man stomping towards her in only his night gown, was enough to make anyone… frown.
The magazine… s-surely it would leave him sated, since it was at least MA15+ rated!?!?
"No… please… …!?" She whispered.
The image of a grizzled, untamed beast - unleashed came to mind…
And yet. Strangely, in her horror, she came to find…
That instead of the usual boredom, with time left to kill…
She was now, rather instead, feeling, a sense of… thrill!?!?!?!
"Author, what are you doing!?!?!?!?!"
In the Audience, many were losing it, a lot of them newcomers invited by the Great Grandmaster readers who had raved about how great Rizzmaster: The Adventures of Bob was, incessantly, until their friends, family, and even random people off the street found themselves compelled to attend a chapter release, in order to see what all the fuss was about…
"-Remember to bring your power stones too." The transcendent veterans advised the promising initiates. "Rumour has it that the more power stones the novel receives, the more bonuses would be unlocked in the story itself!?!? 💫"
"You're good looking and talented - fitting right in with the other esteemed readers - so supporting Author is basically like supporting yourself... ✨🤭"
(Thank you for your support! + contribution! 🤭✨💖🔥)
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Nursing home lady had been going through the motions now for a fair while.
It had started off fun, but soon became a trial.
Simply put, it became all the same, the gradual decline, old age to blame.
Sure. There were some occasional nice moments, and part of her felt good, that she was helping old retirees, at least at the beginning.
But after a while, there wasn't much feeling of winning.
Perhaps this was why she now felt some excitement, although of course we might reserve our indictment…
For as Nicklaus approached, seemingly in his groove, nursing home lady found herself gasping, unable to move…
This sense of life! Like a phoenix reborn! And all just because he wanted his beard left unshorn?!
She found herself somewhat in shock, as Nicklaus kicked off a sock,
-and then the other…
as he strode forth like a desperate lover…
Nicklaus growled, as he... staggered forward, seemingly possessed, and yes! At last! His hands plunged in, pressing for the prize, and he… rummaged around - his fingers feeling for the spot, that he remembered even now, after all these years - until he found what he was looking for…
The time had come.
What the esteemed readers had all been waiting for.
With a fluid motion…
A frenzied, flurry of fabric…
He whipped it out!!!!!!!!
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And there it was. Gaudy, in all its glory, and yet in his expression one found more of the story.
-Pulled out of the drawer next to nursing home lady - paralyzed with fear, was Nicklaus' Original Santa Claus gear…!!!!!!!!!