Simpsons Porn Story: The Murder of M F Burns Chapter 9

Monty Burns sat in the back row, feeling foolish in the ruffled dress
shirt he had promised to wear. Really, though, it was all the crying
made him the most uncomfortable.

He had to admit, though. The bride looked beautiful in her pure white
gown, and Waylon Smithers looked rather dashing as well, in his
rented tux. His faithful assistant looked so happy, to be standing up
there, repeating those vows that Burns had decided years ago were
both frivolous and downright doltish.

After the ceremony, Burns had followed the other guests to the
reception just outside the church. He tried taking another seat in
the back, but Smithers pulled him forward.

This is my boss. Smithers said, motioning to him. His new wife
stood there, beaming at him.

It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Burns. She said, shaking his hand
and smiling a genuine smile.

Likewise. He replied.

I can’t believe you bought us a house as a wedding present. It was
so kind of you. She said, still smiling that genuine smile at him.
Burns couldn’t remember anyone ever looking at him with such
admiration. He hated to think that this kind deed made him feel good,
but it did.

After all the overtime that Waylon has put in for me, I figured
that he deserved something special. You only get married once, after
all. He explained. He added an extra look to Smithers, who nodded.
The house had come with a few strings attached, of course. Smithers
knew of them, although his wife did not. A few extra duties, and of
course, Smithers had to act like he had never met Mr. Burns’ father.

Despite those strings, Smithers couldn’t help but think, in the back
of his mind, that Burns’ father had had an effect on him.

Not that Monty Burns would ever admit it.