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Posting on behalf of f_m_parkinson again. Some of you might have seen a video called Detachable Penis. Well if you haven't, take a look (it's also here on YouTube), and then read on...*g*

That Detachable Penis
by Felicity M. Parkinson

Two drabbles written for WriteTime 2020 Online in response to the songvid ‘Detachable Penis’, by Sandy, Alex, Gwyn, Tina and Rache.

A detachable penis is handy - until you lose it. I don’t usually take it round with me unless I need it but I managed to leave it somewhere. It wasn’t in the cupboard where I keep it. Searched the whole flat. Phoned friends to see if I’d left it with them after a party. (I got sozzled.) Nothing. Bodie laughed. He was no help at all – kept offering daft suggestions. Finally spotted it on a bric a brac stall at the market and had to buy it back. Relief! Maybe I’ll keep it on more. Bodie would like that.

Conversely:

It’s no joke being a detachable penis. Doyle lost me the other day. Usually he’s a careful sod, keeps me in his cupboard. But he took me to a party, got pissed and showed me to a friend, then forgot to put me back in his trousers. Next morning I was handed over to the market with other lost property. The indignity! Doyle came by the stall, looking concerned. I almost waved at him. And he had to shell out for me. Bodie just grinned. Now I’m safely home, maybe they’ll both take more care about where Doyle puts me.

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Title: That Detachable Penis
Author: Felicity M. Parkinson
Slash or Gen: Slash
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Yes please
Disclaimer: The lads only belong to their creator. And George Cowley, of course.

Happy 10th December everyone! I'm posting on behalf of f_m_parkinson again today - more Prosfic by this classic Pros author! Happy reading! *g*

That Time of Year
by Felicity M. Parkinson

“Aww, do I really have to do this, Ray?” Bodie glared at the two sleeping bags and the cans of lager already sitting in the boot of the Capri.

“Yeah,” Doyle’s reply was uncompromising as he put his holdall in beside them, “you do.” He looked down at the second holdall by Bodie’s feet, then at his partner. “C’mon. Can’t hang around here all day. Stick it in, and we’ll get going.”

Looking like a condemned man, Bodie complied, then slid into the passenger seat of the car.



( They headed north... )