Free Requiem for a Dream by Hubert Selby Jr.

of the time you just lay up and get high,
eh? She smiled, Something like that. You really got it made. But how
come youre so hard on your folks, I mean like youre always coming
down so heavy onem. They bug me with their middle class pretensions,
you know what I mean? Like they're up there in that big house with
all the cars and money and prestige and collect money for the UJA and
B'NAI BRITH and KRIST knows who else—howd he get in there? He'd
better watch out, we gotim once we'll getim again. Marion joined
Harry in laughing, Yeah, they would too. I mean, thats the way they
are. Theyll cut anybodys throat to make money then give a few dollars
to the NAACP and think theyre doing the world a favor. You see how
liberal they are when I come home with a black guy. Eh, theyre no
worse than anybody else. Harry leaned back and stretched and blinked
his eyes, The whole world is full of shit. Perhaps, but the whole
world doesnt embarrass me. They have everything but culture. Theyre
gross. Eh, gross, schmoss, and he shrugged and smiled, his mouth
hanging loose and his eyes sleepy. Marion smiled, I guess youre
right. Anyway, no point in letting them bring me down. Thats the
whole trouble with pot. Sometimes I get a little paranoid behind it.
Yeah, ya gotta learn how to hang loose, and he smiled his sleepy grin
and snapped his fingers and bebopped his head and they both laughed,
Whatta ya say we get to bed? Okay, but dont fall asleep right away.
Hey, what am I? some kindda nut? They chuckled and Harry splashed
some cold water on his face before getting into the bed. He hadnt
finished stretching and getting comfortable when Marion was leaning
over him, her face close to his, a hand rubbing his chest and
abdomen, I dont know if its the pot or talking about my parents, but
Im horny as hell. Whatta ya talkin about? Its me. I have that effect
on broads. Im irresistible. Especially since the plastic surgeon hung
me, and he started to laugh and Marion looked at him and shook her
head, Dont you ever get tired of that old joke? Talk to your shrink
about it. Maybe its a wish fulfillment, and he laughed again and
Marion chuckled then kissed him and rolled her mouth from one side of
his to the other, thrusting her tongue as deeply as possible into his
mouth, Harry reacting with his and putting his arms around her and
feeling her nice smooth flesh under his hands and caressing her back
and the cheeks of her ass as she rubbed the inside of his thighs and
gently ran her fingertips around his balls as she kissed his chest
and stomach then grabbed his joint and stroked it for a moment before
wrapping her lips around it and caressing the tip with her tongue,
Harry continuing to fondle her ass and crotch as he squirmed and
stretched, his eyes half closed, streaks of light shattering the
darkness of his lids and when he opened his eyes he could vaguely see
Marion hungrily gobbling his bird, his mind electric with ideas and
images, but the drugs and the pleasure of the moment created an
inertia that was delicious, absolutely delicious. The inertia was
suddenly broken as Marion sat up and nested his bird and for hours,
or perhaps seconds, he just lay there with his eyes closed listening
to the exciting squish of joint against snatch—Ride a cock horse to
Branburry Cross—then opened his eyes as he reached up to grab her
boobs, then pull her down so he could tease them with his tongue,
nibbling, chewing and sucking on them as he slid his hands up and
down her back and Marions eyes were rolling back in her head from
time to time as she moved and rolled and sighed and groaned and they
continued their lovemaking until the dawns early light started
seeping through the shades and curtains and the heat of their
love-making cooled in the warmth of the sun and they were suddenly,
and completely, asleep.
    Sara lovingly spread the cream cheese on her bagel,
an eye and a half on her set that glowed in the early morning light
in her living room. She took a generous bite