Every day, Eric strolls proudly out of his house with a cadre of invisible but beautiful women. Every now and then he sneaks them into a public bathroom stall and makes glorious love to one or more of them while the others watch. He performs all voices with near channel-like perfection, often alarming men in the other stalls. Some of them find themselves enlightened by Eric’s new height of masturbatory zeal.
He takes the women to jewelry stores and asks them what they want, forcing the commission-hungry workers to address their particular coordinates in the air.
When Eric finally dies of a heart attack (he weighed over 400 pounds and everyone saw it coming) no one attends his funeral. The priest blesses him, completely unaware of all the beautiful women standing around him, aroused by his stoic celibacy, each of them looking for something to fill the void.
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