Simpsons Porn Story: The Murder of M F Burns Chapter 9
Monty Burns sat in the back row, feeling foolish in the ruffled dress
shirt he had promised to wear. Really, though, it was all the crying
made him the most uncomfortable.
He had to admit, though. The bride looked beautiful in her pure white
gown, and Waylon Smithers looked rather dashing as well, in his
rented tux. His faithful assistant looked so happy, to be standing up
there, repeating those vows that Burns had decided years ago were
both frivolous and downright doltish.
After the ceremony, Burns had followed the other guests to the
reception just outside the church. He tried taking another seat in
the back, but Smithers pulled him forward.
This is my boss. Smithers said, motioning to him. His new wife
stood there, beaming at him.
It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Burns. She said, shaking his hand
and smiling a genuine smile.
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