The cheeky plushy 'tushy doughnut' ! - part 2.

sooo... i guess i've bin sitting part 2 out on my 'ass' for a long tyme' ;expected because the anatomy we're talking about in this short story is the tushy after all! geeee:D

part2:

The 'Doughnut', when i first saw it reflected a corpulent Forest Army- camouflage mass- a rummy montage of green and black printed patterns. Only, the 'Doughnut' would have had a better cutting-edge competitive camouflaging capability on LOC soldiers, rather than on my staid brown sofa.

Following the extremely harrowing experience with the 'rod' that the reverend doctor most sincerely rammed into my delicate tertiary hemorrhoids and the contiguous two hour excruciation inflicted by the coagulant pack/ pain placed in the arse (get the drift?) that consistently caused a dire peeing sensation, I had been asked to adopt a few post- surgery measures which i most reluctantly did. That included a fruit and veggie diet, an arsehole soothing session in a lukewarm water trough and ofcourse, a butt-warming incubation on the amazing 'doughnut'.

The incubation is what i initially found comically quirky, as did my other frenz who visited 'sick' me. Infact, for a month i refused to go to college only to abscond from their suppressed bouts of involuntary laughter. Its hard to know how to react when people you hang around with you try to keep a straight face, what with your tushy plopped on a cushy doughnut. It is even harder when you can see those laughter lines almost forming and those eyes almost watering. It is hardest when all that they painfully suppress is released with an even greater intensity because suddenly, you yourself are exploding thinking how amusing you must look.Hence, the fear of laughing at myself and pulling a sphincter stitch (urghhhh!!!!)was bigger than the potential stitch in people'z tummies aggravated by my funny situation.

After that one month, the initial flakiness was dispelled and replaced by a silent, yet strong bonding with ma tushy mate. It became a permanent fixture on my bed; slept along with me, my bedsheets, pillows and cushions. It became the AR Rehman music that grows on anybody; from a teetering bunch of beats to a persistent hum floating on one's lips.

Another two months of Godsend recovery saw it tucked away into oblivion.

There it lies now, atop the almirah; the cheeky look seeking to woo my currently hale and hearty 'cheeks'. The sadistic yet yearning look; a desperado looking at me in desperation! Never does my tushy want to see that invading operating 'rod'. Yet, it longs for that blissful solace in the cushy 'tushy'doughnut. Remember the sudoku you guys were trying to solve in part one. This is my lifetime Sudoku.