McDonalds was just a stop over for our famished hero. His real quest was to get on the Central Line at March Arch to shake-down 'dribbles' know associate 'cousin' who was known to frequent this train station. Perhaps she could give a clue as to his whereabouts.
Or if not, drop his keks and give him a juicy gobble in the public convenience, ensuring they kept out of sight of dribbles.
They wanted to speak, but could not; tears stood in their eyes Dribbles was forgotten. They were both pale and thin; but those sick pale faces were bright with the dawn of a new future, of a full resurrection into a new life. They were renewed by love; the heart of each held infinite sources of life for the heart of the other. Gerrez and RHC had found each other and life would never be the same again.
He readied himself, his erect penis in one hand and compass in the other. The look of hope glimmering in his eyes as he paced his way down the stairs of the train station, frantically panting as then, he spots her!
He gasped audibly! Greez is a drag queen? And his wife [not married] is really himself in drag? He pondered many things, like "how did he get himself pregnant?"
He proceeded to touch himself. This croissant was like none other, in a way, he felt connected with it, one with it. It had reminded him of a gentleman, or more precisely the gentleman's genitals. He went by the name 'RHC', and in that moment, as if it was fate, RHC rides through the door on a snail, flopping his cyst-ridden cock out!
