"Ooh, look at that guy, Popi!" Dusty squealed. "He so sexy. Master Ty said to make many many friends." The man that Dusty had spotted looked at them from the other side of the street with a look of grumpiness and disgust, but regardless, he was a very handsome man. Perhaps around 35 years old? Maybe 40. But he still looked kind of youthful.
"He doethn't look very friendly, thweetie," Markie said.
"Then we'll make him friendly. Who wouldn't want to be friends with us?"
When Markie and Dusty turned back towards the man, they saw him crossing the street in their direction.
"Ooh, here he come!" Dusty squealed happily.
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Jeremiah Smith walked down the street. It was just a short walk from his insurance office to the coffee shop where he liked to sit and relax in. And today, he needed it. This must have been one of the worst days at work ever. And that might have been why he had an even more negative response to Dusty and Markie than usual. Normally, he'd probably just turn away and get out of there, not wanting anything to do with them. But today was a bad day, and if there was one thing he hated, it was perverted faggots like them. God said homosexuality was a sin and Jeremiah totally believed it. How could something like that not be a perversion? A man should only be with a woman, and a woman with a man. Period. Maybe if he walked over there and got them some help, some guidance. Show them that what they were doing was wrong. Get them to come to his Baptist church. But no, Jeremiah was in a bad mood. He didn't want to help these two fags. He wanted to antagonize them. Show them what perverted sinful creatures they were.
So the moment he spotted Dusty and Markie, he turned in their direction and gave them a disgusted look. But that wasn't good enough. He needed to walk over to them and set those two fags straight. What was this world coming to, that two homosexuals could just come out and act this way in public? Jeremiah needed to teach these two a lesson.
Before stomping over to them, he thought he heard the younger Mexican-looking one say something like "He so sexy," and that enraged him even more. Not only were these two fags in public, but they were also making sexual comments about him! His stomach turned in revulsion. More than anything, he wanted to wipe that grin off that fag's face.
Jeremiah knew exactly what to say to these two faggots. And he made sure to make his approach as menacing as possible. But then something strange happened. Suddenly, his stomping walk changed into a ... sashay? And he began to sway his arms more effeminately, his hands limp at the wrists. What was happening?
He opened his mouth to tell these two off, but what came out wasn't him. No way would he ever say anything like this. "Hey, boyth. Where ya headed?" he asked flirtatiously. And was that a lisp? Jeremiah didn't have a lisp!
"We're having a night on the town, sexy," Dusty said, smiling.
"My name ith Markie, and thith here ith my darling huthband Duthty," the muscular one in leather said. "What'th your name?"
More than anything, Jeremiah didn't want to say anything. He didn't know what was happening, but he just wanted to get away from these two. They did something to him. He didn't know how, but they did. He was acting ... gay. And he couldn't stop himself!
"Jerry," Jeremiah said. He hated that name. His name was Jeremiah, not Jerry.
"You wanna join us?" Dusty asked.