A Rose is a Rose


Ray entered the bedroom and came to a dead stop, staring in astonishment. “Benny?”

“I thought you deserved a rose as well, Ray.” Benny’s words were a little difficult to understand, as the rose was clenched between his teeth. Benny was also stark naked.

Ray crossed the room to him. “Thank you Benny.” Ray removed the rose from Benny’s mouth and glanced at it briefly. “It’s lovely.” He tossed the flower onto the dresser.

“Ray, you should put that in some water.”

“Later,” Ray said, pushing Benny down onto the bed. “I have more important things to do right now.”

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