Absalom And His Tenacious TeleFive

"I said get off me now!" Absalom growled over a sore throat. "Later buddy......... for now, you're all ours to keep," the four Filipinos recited in perfect synchronized unison. "Just give up alright pal. Just give up........ just give up......... just give up," said one of the four as she tightly clung her arms around his neck while hang gliding over his bottom section. Mustering up every little bit of remaining strength, Absalom rocked the sofa back and forth so hard that all five of them flipped onto the black oak floor. Wiggling and tossing his arms and legs wildly, he was able to slightly loosen the tied ropes around his wrists and ankles. "Ohhhhhh..... Nooooooooo....... You don't! We've got another seventy-seven hours to ride you; but, since you're being naughty, we're notching that amount up to one hundred and six hours," they scolded at the sobering man as all four lifted Absalom and the piece of furniture back upright again. "I can't... I can't take this any longer. Just leave me alone. Why must you do this to me?" Absalom asked them while teary-eyed and soaking wet stains on the sofa's fabric. Massaging her foot between his legs in a carefully orchestrated fashion, one Filipino answered, "Cheer up our dearest Absalom. We love you so much that we want to share ourselves and all of our time with you. Besides.... you're the one who selected us four out of a total of 115, 736 actresses that you have saved on your TeleFive hard drive. Therefore, blame yourself; not us. We're only doing our job, which is to please you." Letting out a thunderously loud wailing noise, he cursed, "Get your size seven and one-half inch foot off my crutch!" Nonetheless, she stroked her foot like an hysterical bucking madwoman: "Now, I'm really going to give it to you!" Meanwhile, off in the distance, footsteps approached the doorway.