Grouch in his garbage can only to discover that Oscar had no blood, no bones, no internal organs whatsoever.
"Bears don 't have bones, but I thought Oscar would," said Swan.
Anne brought in two glasses, one with beer, the other apple cider. She put the beer before Swan and the cider in front of Dave. The uncle gulped once then set it down and sprayed fizz across the TV screen and Oscar's green face.
"What 's wrong, Uncle Dave?" said Swan.
Dave went to the kitchen and Swan heard a slap and his aunt cried out. Dave returned and took the beer in front of Swan and pushed the cider to Swan.
"One thing I tell you, boy, you got to keep your women in line or I swear she'll take you for all your worth."
"Okay," said Swan, drinking the cider. It tasted fine to Swan and he couldn't see why Dave had spit it out.
On the TV , the Count sucked a rat he'd found in Oscar's trash can.
IX.
That night I put the boy in my office on a cot and put him to bed early. He seemed dozy from the flight and I was glad. Gave him earplugs to help him go under.
Went back up to the bedroom and Anne was pretending to sleep with the TV blaring loud, and what kind of a moron she take me for. I started undressing and snapped off my belt. Her eyes lit up just like I told you she would 'cause I tell you she couldn't hear me take it off over the TV if she'd been asleep so I tell you that woman has a conniving lying filthy soul in her.
"Please, David, not tonight. The boy –"
And that 's just like a woman using any damned inch to hide her deceitful ways. I did not drag myself up and into California all through the narrow-minded thinking of my fathers to be held back only when I get here by a woman who cannot learn the meaning of obedience.
"Come here," I said.
She came. She knew at least that much.
"Get to it," I said. " And on your knees."
She got to her knees like the unclean animal she is and lowered my boxers. She looked at my old man for no reason I could figure, this wasn't no matinee. I gave her the belt across the shoulder.
"David, no, please!"
"Well, you asked for it taking your time about it."
She came back, not looking me in the eye and got down to sucking it proper this time. Timely. It's all about punctuality. I don't consider myself a hard man but you let them start slacking off and they'll rib you for a dozen. It almost makes me sick, this world.
She was going at it full chickenhead style deep like I taught her from making her watch those porn films and I stopped her. "Let's put the belt on you," I said.
"Please, David. Not –"
I should have whipped her up for that but I knew it was just token resistance, her ignorant nature, and when she whined sometimes like that it gives me a little extra rise for some reason. I ignored her and put the belt around her neck.
"Please, David."
"I did not go requesting no conversation, as I recall," I said.
I put her back to work on it with my left hand on the back of her head and the right holding that belt tight and red, a good grip on the skin. It had like a jackhammer quality knowing she's getting to work and hot but barely getting air with her throat all full and that belt strapped on her neck. It was an amusing image to behold.
She went that way with me jerking her like a horse, and I had sweet memories rekindled from my boyhood days in Mississippi and a bit of sadness sprinkled in knowing I 'd probably never ride a horse again, stuck in this overpriced city of yuppies and Chinamen. I know I could head up to Sonoma any day and pay some liberal faggot to ride some kid's pony and pretend it was a real farm or ranch. But that'd be missing the point and almost worse than any substitute like this. Sometimes you have to settle back and let life change how it will and accept it and know it's out of your hands now.
She was slowing down. She was slowing down for some ungodly reason just at the time when she should be speeding up and few things infuriate me so much as being blocked from what is
"Bears don 't have bones, but I thought Oscar would," said Swan.
Anne brought in two glasses, one with beer, the other apple cider. She put the beer before Swan and the cider in front of Dave. The uncle gulped once then set it down and sprayed fizz across the TV screen and Oscar's green face.
"What 's wrong, Uncle Dave?" said Swan.
Dave went to the kitchen and Swan heard a slap and his aunt cried out. Dave returned and took the beer in front of Swan and pushed the cider to Swan.
"One thing I tell you, boy, you got to keep your women in line or I swear she'll take you for all your worth."
"Okay," said Swan, drinking the cider. It tasted fine to Swan and he couldn't see why Dave had spit it out.
On the TV , the Count sucked a rat he'd found in Oscar's trash can.
IX.
That night I put the boy in my office on a cot and put him to bed early. He seemed dozy from the flight and I was glad. Gave him earplugs to help him go under.
Went back up to the bedroom and Anne was pretending to sleep with the TV blaring loud, and what kind of a moron she take me for. I started undressing and snapped off my belt. Her eyes lit up just like I told you she would 'cause I tell you she couldn't hear me take it off over the TV if she'd been asleep so I tell you that woman has a conniving lying filthy soul in her.
"Please, David, not tonight. The boy –"
And that 's just like a woman using any damned inch to hide her deceitful ways. I did not drag myself up and into California all through the narrow-minded thinking of my fathers to be held back only when I get here by a woman who cannot learn the meaning of obedience.
"Come here," I said.
She came. She knew at least that much.
"Get to it," I said. " And on your knees."
She got to her knees like the unclean animal she is and lowered my boxers. She looked at my old man for no reason I could figure, this wasn't no matinee. I gave her the belt across the shoulder.
"David, no, please!"
"Well, you asked for it taking your time about it."
She came back, not looking me in the eye and got down to sucking it proper this time. Timely. It's all about punctuality. I don't consider myself a hard man but you let them start slacking off and they'll rib you for a dozen. It almost makes me sick, this world.
She was going at it full chickenhead style deep like I taught her from making her watch those porn films and I stopped her. "Let's put the belt on you," I said.
"Please, David. Not –"
I should have whipped her up for that but I knew it was just token resistance, her ignorant nature, and when she whined sometimes like that it gives me a little extra rise for some reason. I ignored her and put the belt around her neck.
"Please, David."
"I did not go requesting no conversation, as I recall," I said.
I put her back to work on it with my left hand on the back of her head and the right holding that belt tight and red, a good grip on the skin. It had like a jackhammer quality knowing she's getting to work and hot but barely getting air with her throat all full and that belt strapped on her neck. It was an amusing image to behold.
She went that way with me jerking her like a horse, and I had sweet memories rekindled from my boyhood days in Mississippi and a bit of sadness sprinkled in knowing I 'd probably never ride a horse again, stuck in this overpriced city of yuppies and Chinamen. I know I could head up to Sonoma any day and pay some liberal faggot to ride some kid's pony and pretend it was a real farm or ranch. But that'd be missing the point and almost worse than any substitute like this. Sometimes you have to settle back and let life change how it will and accept it and know it's out of your hands now.
She was slowing down. She was slowing down for some ungodly reason just at the time when she should be speeding up and few things infuriate me so much as being blocked from what is
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