He has asked himself that almost everyday since he met her.  It was one of those quirky nuances of hers that he found intriguing to him.  Alluring if you will.  Taking the crust off things.  If only it were that simple.

Usually he found himself alone in alleyways thinking about her and her crust fetish while he pleasured himself along the grates and doorways.  He never really knew why or how he got into such alleys, but when he thought about her anti-crust views it propelled him to find somewhere relatively quiet and secure and get off.

This time it was different.

He was in a cafe when it happened and instead of getting the usual waves of self-love to manifest themselves he instead grabbed the closet thing to him so that he could squelch such desires.

Is this perhaps the reason a man was coming towards him yelling and waving his arms so?

It could be… or it could be the fact that the Dow is down… one never knows, really…

Soon the man was upon him and threw him what appeared to be a towel (just washed?).

He knew that it was for something.  Then he tasted something on his lips.  It tasted good, but salty.

“Clean the blood!” The man cried.

Howard look at the towel and noticed red drops plunking on the cloth.  It was kind of cool – they were making patterns and blotches like his doctor shows him sometimes.  Drops that looked like crust.  Crust falling onto the floors of the apartment.  Him cutting the bread for her.  Dropping his pants as the crust drops on the cracks below.

He got hard just then until the pain hit him.

Oh, that’s right… he stabbed his head with his fork to get rid of these thoughts.

No wonder everyone in the cafe looked at him oddly.

He gripped the towel better and put it up to the fork still in his head and yanked it out of his skull.  Pressuring the towel on his head now it was too late.

He blacked out.

Front zipper remained open.

He urinated.

(author’s note: This is the beginning of a story I started in college – I have many, many more pages and stories about Howard, his wife and the people they encounter in this world.  Want to hear more? Let me know – I will be offering you more anyway – so even if you don’t want to hear more – you will… Oh yes, you will!)