Sandy opened the door and there was the handsome face of her next door neighbor. "Hi Tom. I was just thinking of coming next door and inviting you to this little informal gathering. You know how I am with preparing food. Food is like sex. I must have a tremendous amount of it. You wouldn't believe it, but late this afternoon cooked all of this!" Sandy turned and with a flowing motion of her arm pointed to her opulent smorgasbord set up.
The candles flickered and Tom asked, "May I bring Bijou in also?"
"Our kind of party wouldn't be a party, without Bijou! Sure, bring him in. Maybe I'll let you teach Elton how to take care of Bijou so that when you go away on weekends Elton can feed, walk and generally take care of your dog just as you would, if you were at home."
Tom tugged on the leash that he had around his dog, Bijou's neck. Bijou was a large spotted Dalmatian. His coat was beautiful and he wore a lovely jewel studded collar around his neck. His dangling balls were super developed and his cock hung out of its sheath like a flaming red piece of meat. Tom's gold colored, three button breasted jacket set off his ruddy looking complexion. He had high cheekbones, full sensuous lips and a square chin. When Tom looked at you, it was as if he were questioning you with his eyes, that were boyishly innocent looking. His eyebrows appeared on his forehead. Tom was gay, but from the way he dressed and looked you could never guess it. His hands were those of a man who had at one time done heavy labor. His fingers were thickened and calloused. You could see the tendons move on the backside of his hand underneath the developed blue veins.
"Hi Elton! This looks like a real feast fit for the kings!" Tom ran his fingers over the back of his head smoothing down an imaginary strand of hair. His brown hair was parted on the left side. The right side was combed backward diagonally across his head in a straight sweep.
Tom was in show business. His barber styled his hair to accentuate his young little boy like look and demeanor.
"I'm glad to see you Tom and I wish that I could see more of you, but Sandy sends me home practically every night. It's sort of funny to have a bachelor's quarters and still be married, but I kind of like the idea. So you like the Sterling Silver Dinner Service that I have set out now? I wish that I could afford a set for my place, but Sandy says that I don't need any. What I don't understand is why I have to sleep on an army cot in the foyer, when I'm allowed to stay over."
"Elton, Elton… Elton. Why don't you shut your Goddamn mouth, because you haven't anything to say anyway really, and besides which, I don't want to here it. Now please, dear set the biscuits out. I just heard the bell in the oven signal they are ready."
Sandy had been looking at Elton and it was obvious that Elton enjoyed being married to Sandy. The outfit that Elton was wearing was preposterous. He was barefoot and had silver shackles encircling his ankles. His wrist bracelets were almost identical except that they had some Chinese or oriental art work engraved on their surfaces. Elton was wearing white silk bell bottom trousers.
Elton's shirt was a transparent aqua colored affair with ruffles running down the front and was covered by a thinly woven Cashmere vest. His peter was plainly outlined in his trouser leg and laid there limp looking. The only time that it had showed signs of life was when Sandy started to berate him. At that time, Tom thought he had noticed Elton's dong throb.
Elton came back into the living room with a tray laden with biscuits. Sandy and Tom were seated on the sofa sipping drinks. "Where's mine?" Elton whined, with a hurt look on his face.
"Oh, Elton, don't be such an arse. Answer the door Elton. Can't you hear the bell ringing? Man alive, are you stupid. Come on get your arse into gear and open the fucking door."
Elton trotted to the door obediently and called out, in a whining manner, "Whooooo's theeeere? Caaaannn you reppppeat that?"
"God damn bastard, just open the fucking door. I can hear Paul saying his name from here. Why in the hell do you have to make such a project out of something so simple. I guess it's just that you're simple. Now get that fucking door open!"
Paul stepped through the door smiling to Elton, "Damn Elton. I would have thought you learned something by now. Wow! What a spread! Hiya Sandy! You sure do look gorgeous." Paul was wearing a bold tattersall plaid sport coat which was perfectly matched to his light and lively looking blue slacks. The end of his trousers just barely touched the glossy black leather moccasins on his feet. Paul was an impeccable dresser.
"Paul, I'd like you to meet Tom."
"Tom, I'd like to introduce you to Paul – this is Bijou, Tom's dog."
Paul reached down and petted the dog and said, "Gee. He is a fine looking animal. Has he had any training?"