How To Rape A Straight Guy by Sullivan, Michel (phonics reader .TXT) š
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A car drove up the hill. A little Mini. A cute little brunette was behind the wheel. She pulled into the driveway -- anā my brother popped out of the passenger seat. Anā God, he was perfect. Clean clothes, cheap but nice. Wide grin. Happy eyes. I could see āem dancinā even from fifty yards away. Heād filled out a little; not nearly as much as me but as much as he could of, considerinā his old man was a married accountant in Minneapolis. Accordinā to my mom, that is. But the bitch mightāve been lyinā. Anā he held himself straight. Rock solid. The girl got out anā they hugged then headed into the house, his left arm over her shoulders. Anā I think I caught the gleam of a ring on her finger. I think -- no, I know. I know. I know for abso-fuckinā-lutely sure it was a ring.
Anā I started bawlinā. Blubberinā like a fuckinā baby in that old Malibu. Thankinā God for how dark a night it was so my brother never couldāve seen me. Thankinā God he was gonna be all right. At least somethinā...somethinā...somethinā in my life was gonna be all right. Somethinā. In spite of everything. It wouldnāt be perfect; I donāt believe thatās possible. But he wouldnāt be a total fuck-up like me. Wouldnāt kill anyboyās future or hopes or dreams or love or any of that shit. He wouldnāt be like our mom was with us. I could see it in how he kept contact with her. Even now as he was about to start his own life. Even now that he was able to tell her to fuck off, like she deserved. Even now he could move to fuckinā Maine anā never have to see that cunt, again. He was keepinā contact with her ācause sheās his mom. Cunt that she is, sheās his mom anā sheās part of his life anā he was gonna make the best of it, no matter fuckinā what. Anā then one day the fuckinā bitchād see. Sheād finally see how much sheād fucked up her life, too. Especially now that sheās made it so perfect. Sheād never admit it to me, but she might to him. Anā that was good enough. That was good enough.
It took me ten minutes to regain control. Anā when I did, I drove straight to LAPD headquarters anā turned myself in.
Epilogue
To make this already long story a little bit shorter, I got twelve-to-twenty on a plea deal. Seems the videos showed not only what I did to Shayes, but what Wayne anā Lenny did to him after I was out. Obviously out. For four solid hours. The D-A wouldnāt tell me what was on āem, but I could guess from how tight he got in his voice. Anā I canāt blame him for not wantinā anybody to know about that anā fuck Shayes over, even more. Plus, I know they showed me beinā raped, too, which complicated things. On top of it all, the D-A had some details he wanted kept out of the papers. Like what happened to Shayes -- well, letās just say thereād been a couple of complaints filed against Wayne anā Lenny before, for -- howād they put it? āGettinā carried away?ā -- with some of the guys theyād hired. Anā how the cops hadnāt done a fuckinā thing about it. But now they had it all on video. With sound. Glorious fuckinā sound.
Turned out the fuckers produced some of their own pornos. Bondage things. Leather. āFantasy Fetishā shit they kept in a back room anā let only their āspecialā clients rent or buy. They even did some āby requestā or āspecial order.ā They had hundreds of āem. Anā there were āindicationsā that some rich fucker from Belgium or Beirut or somethinā was payinā āem to do a queer snuff film just for him. Shit, fuckinā Wayne anā Lenny -- givinā good olā Larry Flynt a run for his money.
I didnāt fight it. None of it. I took the DAās offer anā let it roll.
So now Iām back at Mid-State. Anā Connieās jumped out of my life. Anā itās cool. All she anā I really had in common was the fuckinā. Anā now that I can get that same sense with a guy, why even ask her to stay? Not that she wouldāve, but I think she was pissed that I didnāt at least ask.
As for Mid-State, itās funny -- but I do get how this place works. Get it like I never could get on the outside. Like I was born to it. Like Shamar said. Anā fuckinā Chekov. Anā while the guards may give me a little shit over Shayes, him beinā a āfellow copā anā all that bullshit -- as if, as regards them -- it got me a huge round of respect from guys in the colony. Black, white, brown, yellow, fuckinā pink purple polka dotted -- they all look at me as the guy who fucked up a cop. So I get served the best chow. I got the best cell -- a two-fer even though most of the new
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