Attending the birthday bash are three masculine (six-four, over two hundred and fifty pounds each, heavily tattooed, all muscle and perfectly trimmed with handlebar mustaches,) beefy-b***h-bears at the party. My personal friends. They frequent the store and buy queer erotica/sadomasochistic paperbacks to read. Naughty books with titles like Bend Him Over, Biker Lust, Tie Up Tommy, Pounding Private Pete, Bound and Friction, Fist It, and Beef It to Bradley. These men can be very kind…and very very very kind. One present I desire this evening is for the beef-tip trio to take Jake Hollinger to the Jane Austen section and explain to the young man how to be a gentleman at a birthday party, and to keep him quiet with a few kisses, which he will enjoy. Of course Poe will join the four men. Perhaps
