Oh, come now. (If only.)<br/><br/>Scarce had he begun to savor the delectable agony of afterglow when Something ruffled his bent feather. Something nearly tripped over him! Something came diving in from Out There without a by-your-leave or how-d'ya-do or fuck-me-sideways! Through his very own best beloved door!<br/><br/>“Harlot!” he bellowed, fisting the tears out of his eyes, “False gash!” Mock lurched to his feet and glowered at the cat, who was crying out in her ecstasy about doors and sticks. He'd never been much for sticks, although there was that enticing young sting ray back in college that had made him question his aperturial orientation. But the point right now was something else entirely and he would have to deal with her very harshly indeed.<br/><br/>He spun in a flurry of rags and keys, thrusting one hand into a holey pocket while keeping the other free to wag accusatory fingers. He faced the blatant, gaping entryway with a stern expression. Shadows were already curling over the doorjamb, helping themselves to anything they could swallow, such greedy things. Another Something or so was already on the way, according to the crunching and squealing in the street that grew loud louder loudest as Mock stalked over to and stood beneath the salacious arch. “Madame! It is I who has ravished you into a state of open-ness yet you allow any dom, dick, and derriere to come flying into your fickle embrace? This will not stand, I tell you! It is preposter-OOF!”<br/><br/>His face, which had ended up slightly beyond the doorway, met the shoulder of another galloping Something and it gave him pause as well as a mild concussion. As the Second Something glanced off his temple he grabbed it – all soft curves and comely fears – and dragged it over the threshold. “Oh ho, do allow me the honor of welcoming you into this vestibular gang bang. How many friends have you brought? Enemies? Hangers-on? Hangers-off? Might as well call in the whole town!” He tossed the Second in the general direction of the First and turned back to the street.<br/><br/>The looming and unmistakable shape of a copper filled the doorway, causing even the shadows to retract. Mock gazed at his sorrowful reflection in its over sized belt buckle and shed another tear.<br/><br/>“No! No more! That's it! We're full up, good sir! Come again on someone else! No room at the ingress!” and he attempted, with undignified haste, to slam the door shut.<br/>