snickers mcfadden, lived in a boarding house. his room was on the third floor. he shared a room with a midget named francis who spent most of his days drunk, lying sprawled on his bed, drifting in and out of consciousness, with his few hours of consciousness mostly reserved for drinking, farting and furious masturbation.francis had last worked ten years ago as a clown in a french circus. the circus made most of its money as a traveling brothel. francis had been fired for drunkenly trying to mount a coworker while she slept. she had been sexually mounted multiple times on her work shift. francis thought one last mounting wouldn't be much to ask, and so why ask at all? moreover, his midget penis could barely penetrate and he tended to ejaculate within seconds. so it was a very small favor he was seeking. but the coworker awoke while francis was working on pulling down her panties. she not only fought him off, but left him with a mangled nose, and a half bitten off ear. he was ashamed of his behavior, and told the story in shame. he hadn't come close to intercourse ever since. he often said that he was done with intercourse. he would depend on his right hand for sexual relief. it was, he said, a surer and safer way to "drain the bottle". despite all this, snickers looked upon francis as a role model. that was how directionless and bad a life snickers had lead.
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