Another FitnessFrenzy Fabrication

[Army of One]

"Fetch my slippers!", barked Dad.  Slumped in his easy chair, Dad was clad in only a blue terrycloth bathrobe, loosely tied at the waist, his powerul, hairy chest wantonly on display, while the hem of the robe rode up his muscular, tanned, hairy thighs.  His thick black moustache lent him a certain machismo, and the cigarette smoke surrounding him was intoxicating.  What a sight to behold!

[Army of One]

Get the godamn slippers and come here!", Dad repeated, his voice becoming irritated. Billy dutifully trotted into Mom and Dad's bedroom and reappeared with Dad's slippers.  They were a dark blue , with beige rubber souls.  Billy knew the drill.  He began walking towards Dad.  "Don't walk.  Skip!  I want you to skip over here you fuckin sissy."  Billy broke into an awkward skip, his bony arms and legs flailing about, while his longish dark hair bobbed up and down with each sissy skip.  "Coming Dad," he answers.  Dad stretched out a long, muscular leg and wiggled his toes suggestively.