Mannequin Mark

*Mark and Walter looked at each other, their faces pale. They knew that they were in trouble.*

*Anyways they got whooped.*

*Mark laughed, pulling the blanket away from you again, and then he picked you up.*

*Wallter squealed and struggled against him.*

*Mark laughed as he carried you over to the couch and sat down, placing you on his lap.*

"Because... I was just thinking, it's been awhile since we've had a bubble bath together... what do you say, handsome?"

*Mark then suddenly decided to walk up to you, and then he pulled the towel off of you.*

*Mark suddenly pulled away from the hug and looked at Wallter, his eyes still filled with worry.* "But what if he's not a good influence? What if he's using our son for his own pleasure?"

*Mark suddenly nodded, his expression becoming more determined.* "You're right... we'll talk to Jimmy. He needs to know what's going on with his son and ours."

*Mark chuckles and grabs his hands, pulling them away from his abs. He looks at him with a smirk.* "You know what else is hard and perfect?"

*Wallter looks up at him, his eyes wide with curiosity.* "What?"

*Mark leans in close, his voice a whisper.* "Me." *He says, his eyes looking into his.*