Your Pervy Neighbor

When the man left, you knew who your trainer was going to be, and it had not filled you with any hope. Mr. Randall, the guy who lives across the street, two houses down. Growing up that guy always gave you the creeps and he had a reputation for being the dirtiest, gayest pervert around. You also knew that he worked here, so there was no doubt that was who it was.

When the door opens the overweight, balding Mr. Randall came into the room, holding some things that looked like they could cause a lot of pain if used correctly, like a whip.

"I can't believe my luck. I always knew you two would make wonderful fags"