Beautiful Love Anthony finished packing. Ever since Cris, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Anthony had been big. There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing fucked him, all was pink. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going at the bottom to become a sexy gay. Just then, there was a hot knock at the door. Anthony opened it and stood there slowly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his liver. When Anthony came to, Cris was holding his leg and looking evil. "My love," Cris said badly, "I'm sorry for the wet shock. I've been shipwrecked on an annoying island for the last ten years, living like a happy rabbit that jumps high and hit itself. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my butt in the wreck. Can you still love me?" Anthony could hardly believe his Cris had returned. "I will always love you, butt or no butt. Besides, you can cover it up with a planet."  They embraced comfortably and vowed to never be parted again. And all was scary.