Hodge realized, now, that he had never known true erotic fulfillment until the night when he had given into to his baser instincts and allowed the Joker to make love to him with the Swiffer Wetjet. How could he have ever imagined a genejoke like Warren to be his knight in shining armor when there were such wonderful, genetically superior men out there?
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