A baby is running through a mansion. He is blonde and blue eyed-- whisps of hair and chubby cheeks glowing with innocence. His mother joins him in the hall to leave. She -- a small curly haired woman. A jew with fuscia lips and a skirt suit to match them. Her exasperation shows in her face: her frazzled hair, her hollow eyes. She is the overprotective type of mother.
I chase them down the dim hallway.
"Don't take him away, lady, I'm gonna fuck him in the mouth"
The mother becomes more frantic, chasing her child as he runs amok, steeped in naive bliss.
"I'm gonna fuck him in the mouth first. I'm gonna fuck his head. I'll split it open. I'll rip it off."
Mother starts yelling. She is not afraid; she is angry.
"Blah blah blah" she yells.
Who knows what it all means. She swears. She acts like a tough New York bitch.
Another person comes. A girl -- nondescript, who tries to reason with the woman.
The child slows finally. He sits nicely. He's a doggy - a pitbull. He looks up at the girl. He has a bristly, stubbly beard and his tiny mouth, a cresent shape, opens to coo as the girl scratches his chin.
The man catches up with them, tearing down the hallway. A soap opera star. Studly.
He's got a look on his face. He sees the bearded dog baby and imagines inserting his cock into that tiny supple mouth cavern. To feel its smoothing in the field of prickly stubble.
A strange noise comes from the child suddenly. Somewhere between a coo and burp or a grunt. It is a putrid sound that could only come from the deepest bowels of the filthiest creature known to man.
Cider wakes up. His bed is wet. There is some chocolate on his nightstand. Half bitten. He eats the other half.
