Between the Facts

He’s surrounded. Completely surrounded by females. At least ten plain grey blobs tinker around him, pecking at the ground, looking at him briefly, pretending to ignore him once again. He’s surrounded by them and I smile to myself as I watch, personifying him in my mind. Oh how he must be enjoying this

He’s strutting like crazy, and somehow Beauty and the Beast comes to mind. I can’t help it. I picture him as Gaston, showing off his biceps with a cheesy cartoon smile, all testosterone. Another male struts nearby, outside the group, but just as vigorously. In my mind he’s Le Fou, smiling a worshiping smile as he watches his master-cock friend swoon the ladies around him. I can almost hear the song Gaston playing as they strut their stuff.

    No one fights like Gaston
                Douses lights like Gaston
                In a wrestling match nobody bites like Gaston!
                For there’s no one as burly and brawny
                As you see I’ve got biceps to spare
                Not a bit of him’s scraggly or scrawny
                That’s right!
                And every last inch of me’s covered with hair

Then it happens, there before my bemused watchful eye. I almost miss it, watching Le Fou as I am. Yet I see Gaston out of the corner of my eye, pop popping away. Then, suddenly, he’s on her. He’s on her doing his thing then its over in the blink of an eye. It’s over as she blasts out from under him, flapping her wings like crazy. Flap flapping like a shudder, like a horrified attempt to shake him off, to shake off what just happened. Suddenly she’s the very image of Belle’s disgust with him.

And Gaston? Well, Gaston is Gaston. All cocky smiles of success as he continues to strut, flexing, still for the rest of the ladies.

                My what a guy,
                Gaston!