Narrator sighed, bored and strewn over the side of the couch in the lounge room of the Parable. It really WAS a pretty room... but what was prettier was the man entering. Stanley. HIS Stanley, he reminded himself, seeing the ring on his finger. He got up quickly, stalking over to his lover.

"Mmhh.. Staaanleeeey!"

He whined, opening his arms in invitation.