Followup to advice for the married couple.

Thursday, 2:15 p.m. telephone conversation

"Hello," Bruce answered the telephone.

"Hello, Bruce? This is Sheila."

"Hi Sheila, How are you dear?"

"I'm fine, Bruce. How are you and your husband Robert?"

"We're both fine. How is your husband, Johnny?"

"He's fine, but he still won't cooperate with having a penectomy," Said Sheila.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Said Bruce, "Did you write to 'Dear Grabby'? And what did he say?"

"Yes, I did. 'Dear Grabby' aggreed with me. He told me that the penis of a married couple belongs to the wife and that my husband is being unreasonable. He also told me that if my husband doesn't go along with me, that I should take up your offer of kidnapping him," Said Sheila.

Bruce replied, "Sheila dah'rling, I have great news for you. We had a cancellation for this Saturday, the day after tomorrow. The guy had pain in his penis and had to be rushed to the hospital. The doctors couldn't figgure out why he had pain, so they did his penectomy."

"That's wonderful, Bruce. What time can you kidnap him?"

"We'll kidnap him at 6:00 a.m., when he goes for the newspaper."

"Perfect!" announced Sheila. "Does he need anything for a prep?"

"No, except, let's throw him off a bit.. Ok? Tell him that you changed your mind about him having a penectomy, for now, but that you'll reconsider it in 4 or 5 years."

"Perfect! I'll see you Saturday!"

Bruce replied, "Sheila dah'rling, I told you that you can't be present at all because we don't want him to know who it is kidnapping him. We're going to make this seem like a mistaken-identity penectomy. I'll tell you what dah'rling, we'll tape it and you can watch the tape this Sunday, say 3:00 p.m., tea time?"

"I know, I know, I was just seeing if you remembered. I'll see you for tea and penectomy vid on Sunday."

Saturday 5:58 a.m.

"Johnny, would you be a dear and get the paper?"

"Sure, Sheila. Oh, and thank-you! Thank-you! Thank-you, for letting me keep my penis! I promise to fuck you every day, just as you like it."

"You're welcome! But remember, I would prefer you without one. Now, where's my paper?"

Johnny, wearing only his boxer briefs, slipped out the front door, and walked to the curb to pick up the morning paper. A van pulled up. A man's voice, (Robert), said, "Excuse me sir. I'm looking for the grade school."

Johnny pointed and replied, "Oh, it's down the block, turn right, and go UNNHK" as a bag grabbed him over the head and he was thrown into the back of the van. The van drove away slowly, as to not raise any suspicion.

"Well, well, Timmothy, you thought you would get away without paying us." said Bruce.

"What?" said Johnny, startled, "I'm not Timmothy, I'm Johnny. Johnny Wrey"

"Nice try, Timmothy. We knew you would try to get out of this, but really, trying to act like you're someone else? As if we haven't spent all those days together...?" said Robert, "We sucked each other's cocks and you're acting like you don't know us!"

Bruce said, "All the evenings we spent naked, our cocks pressed against each other, our chests bare, our nipples rubbing each other, as we french kissed, and you act like you don't know us?"

The van pulled into the garage of Bruce and Robert's clinic. Bruce and Robert, dressed in tight fitting black clothing, wearing ski masks, dragged Johnny into the clinic.