Sudetenland Tales by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Sudetenland Tales

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Joe doll up his ass to get away from her. She turned her attention seeking ass to a job as a waitress in a strip club, where she retained underwear and met Richard, who she referred to as her “guard dog,” as if someone was attacking her.

Richard’s diatribes more or less began and ended with some kind of reference to queeriness. He made no secret of his mother Joan, who he resembled in his long blonde hair days, taking up with jackass, loudmouth Roger during his teen years. He just had to leave.

Now older and sporting a crew cut with machined sides, when at a loss for words, Richard had a standard reply; “Fuck my face.” Initially amusing, it is actually an outgrowth of when he was that fifteen year old, long blonde haired, Goth; who looked most like his disinterested mother Joan who was holed up with Roger, a non-working, bum, oxycontin addict, with whom she also showed disinterest. At any rate, Gothy Richard wound up living for a while with his pervert uncle on his mother’s side who fucked his face. Richard is still trying to convince everyone that he wasn’t a willing, joyful participant; to miniscule avail. His audience wasn’t paying any attention, as they didn’t care. Not detecting that, Richard went on and on, “unsuccessfully” tryong to make a secret of the fact that he liked the arrangement.