Simpsons Porn Story: Slumber Party Chapter 4

Simpsons Porn Story: Slumber Party Chapter 4

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Watch out Stanford graduate Mr. Burns said threateningly as he examined his letters. because the Yale man is going to crush you into a million pieces! He chuckled evilly and placed the letters braises.

I nodded and smiled a bit to myself, with the tacit knowledge of my good hand. Very good play, sir I began, feigning defeat. But not as good as mine will be. I formed the word decrepit down on the board and looked up to see Mr. Burns surprised and sour expression.

Damnation! he cried. He looked at his letters. OhI have nothingumFine He formed the word love on the board and sighed.

I looked at the word and then back at my friend, I suppose a bit oddly, because he stared back at me and said, Whats the problem, Smithers? Do you have to pass a turn?

I shook my head and quickly replied, No, no. UmI was justI was just thinking about love.

A bit uncomfortably, Mr. Burns asked, What about love?

I dont know. Just how in Scrabble we can spell it out so easily on the board with these cold, inanimate blocks, but in lifewellthat word rarely escapes our mouths, I offered with a self-conscious shrug.

I assumed Mr. Burns would glaze over my words and continue with the game, but instead he continued to stare at me with an indecipherable expression. Yes, Isuppose thats true. I dont remember the last time I told someone I loved them, he said, looking down a bit sadly. Do you?

I was taken aback by the question. Mr. Burns rarely inquired about my love life, and I even more rarely volunteered to tell him anything about it, even now.UmII guess that would be you, sir. I dont know if you remember but last month, when we went to the company dinner benefit, you became a bit tipsy and I had to accompany you out of the party early and tend to you at home.

Mr. Burns rolled his eyes. Yes, I remember that dreadful party. Honestly, Smithers, why did you let me get so smashed in the first place?

I dont know, sir. I thought you were just having fun, and I liked to see that, I guess.

Yeah, some fun it was to have all of my employees staring at me like I was akin to some blue drunk! exclaimed Mr. Burns resentfully. Before I could apologize yet again, Mr. Burns sighed and said, Nevermind. Continue with your story.

Well, I was tucking you into bed and making you tea, and you were having a bit of a fit

I dont recall that.

You were pretty out of it, and I tried to calm you down with Bobo and it worked a bit, but you continued to slur: Smithers, go back to the party. Im okay. We need at least one intelligent person to represent the plant at that god-awful gala. And I told you no, that I would stay with you. And you didnt resist, and then Iwelltold you I loved you. I looked away firstly, embarrassed and scared, then to Mr. Burns for his inevitable reaction.

His face remained illegible. Did I say it back? he questioned.

No, you didnt, I told him dolefully.

We both focused our eyes on anything but the faces of one another, until Mr. Burns looked up uncomfortably and said, Well, Smithers, you know that I He looked at me, almost pained. He cleared his throat and tried again. You know that I I waited anxiously. Just say it, my love, but only if you truly feel it. Please. Ineed to go get some more iced cream. Mines melting. Ill be right back.

As I watched Mr. Burns walk away from telling me he loved me, a million thoughts paced through the recesses of my mind. Maybe he just doesnt love me. Maybe he doesnt love me, and he couldnt lie just for the appropriateness to reciprocate. These thoughts made sense. I had seldom seen my friend do anything just to spare the feelings of another. If he didnt love me, he wouldnt claim to just to make me happy, especially because if he didnt love me, my happiness would be inconsequential to him anyway.

I stared at the Scrabble board, gazing sullenly at the word love, before knocking the letters off the board in despairing rage. Then and there, I decided to put any hope for a romantic episode between the two of us that night aside, hoarded away in the niches of my countless unanswered dreams. There was no possibility of our love being cemented that cold night. Mr. Burns couldnt even tell me he loved me. Or worse, he couldnt even love me at all.

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