Polzer often threw up after he left the brothel where Karl had taken him (...). He did not dare look at Milka's breasts. When Karl told him that the older lads used to go to the woods to meet Milka, he avoided touching Milka's hands when he was alone in the shop and had to take a coin from her. Milka's hands filled him with horror. Milka must have noticed that he kept out of her way and she often tried to grab him and pull him to her. Once she came across him on the dark staircase. He pressed himself against the wall in an alcove where the Saviour hung on a wooden cross. She came up to him and laughed, she could see that he was afraid. Her hands grasped him. He did not move. She fumbled with his buttons. She took hold of his penis. Milka laughed when his sperm came (...).

hermann ungar, the maimed (sawtry, daedalus ltd, 2002)