Lester Pause owned and ran a TV/DVD repair shop on Aurora Avenue for fifteen years. He prided himself on reasonable rates and reliable service. He was also addicted to anime and fairy porn, and no one knew. Not his wife, not his kids, not a soul. Lester hid it well he said, but in some ways, he wanted to get caught, until he actually got caught. He would leave the porn playing on one of the TVs in the shop—some cartoon nymph with butterfly wings and large anime eyes getting jackhammered on a lily pad by a guy in an executioner suit. For Lester, leaving the porn on represented danger, and excitement, which were things he lacked in his life.

The fairies and sprites that were half butterfly turned him on the most. He used his electronic repair knowhow to assemble a remote-control helicopter with a big pink dildo attached to the bottom. Lester would put on fairy porn, fly the helicopter around, and fuck himself in the ass. One day he said he got too brazen, and did it out in the open behind the counter of the shop. A customer came in to pick up their repaired DVD player, and Lester was in the middle of it. In the frenzy and shock of the moment, Lester said he downplayed it, acting like nothing weird was going on. With the helicopter flying and penetrating, he said to the customer, “Oh, hey Frank, your machine won’t be ready for another couple days.”

What Lester couldn’t have predicted was that uttering that sentence while being banged by a remote control helicopter would cause him to experience the most powerful orgasm he’d ever experienced. The customer, Frank (not his real name), was also seized in shock, and played along like nothing out of the ordinary was happening, “OK, well, I’ll come back when it’s ready.” Frank had just purchased the Ken Burns Civil War series and an 8-Minute Abs workout video, which would both have to wait.

Lester landed the helicopter perfectly on the counter in front of Frank, like two inches from his right hand. He stood up, zipped up, let out a fart-sigh, and said, “Is there anything else I can do you for?” It smelled like slightly fried circuitry and fecal-ness, mixed with the semen that had landed on the screen of a wood paneled TV-and-DVD-in-one that had been repaired earlier. Lester said the weirdest part was that his cum shot on the screen was exactly in the shape of Australia, and that the TV, which was on, was showing a special on The Great Barrier Reef.

The End