Miller Newton struts around in a Nazi uniform like hitler with a pink tutu instead of pants with no undies on and carrying a jar of vasoline..
Mighty fine jack boots you got on..... :rofl:
I remember that Executive Rap. Fucking sick watching Ruthie and Shawn Arnow dressed in full S & M/Nazi regalia and dyking out behind the group that day. I almost puked when William Rollins started jacking off as he yelled "Sieg Heil!" and gave the Nazi salute to Miller Newton, but what really turned my stomach was when Alice Rollins offered to move anyone who gave her a rimjob up a phase.....and some kids took her up on the offer, later on in an intake room.
Miller Newton caught a little flack from Sembler for the Nazi shit, even after he explained that it was a Costume Party Rap. Mel said he knew it was just some kinky fetish that Miller liked to indulge in, but that Betty wasn't too cool with the whole Nazi schtick, even if it was solely for the purpose of enhancing deviant sexual behaviors and not some political statement. "I'm still a kike, Virgil, so lay off the Nazi threads in the Group, OK? Betty kicked me in the stones pretty solid, I tell you, what with her hearing about the 'incident' in group. The perversion doesn't bother her, of course, hell she said you shoulda brought in a schwartz or two, and maybe a dog or a sheep, for variety, you got me?.....but she's a bit touchy on the Nazi thing. We're trying to get this Holocaust museum off the ground, you know, to make us look respectable in the eyes of the hassidim and all the other yutzes that give a damn about that sort of thing, and I can't have you ruining that for me by airing out that particular kink of yours like so much dirty laundry. One more trick like that, Newton, and I'll put you out like a menorah ofter chanukka!!!!"
Miller just smiled, thinking how much fun it would be to gas the entire group room with Zyklon B and afterwards violating the corpses of the teenage druggies that succumbed to the fatal fumes. The kike had a point, though---thew Nazi thing could be bad for business. He had to think of some new role-playing kick for him to be able to achieve an erection, a task that was becoming less easy as the years wore on and the blood-pressure medication dosages increased. Then it came to him in a flash. He'd put that useless Divinity degree he had obtained to work--- the one he had sent away for from the diploma mill in Ohio. He'd satisfy his sick longings in a manner befitting one who was doing the Lord's work. That afternoon, he went to a religious- and church-supply warehouse, and bought his first priest costume. He broke it in that very night, playing "confessional" with a couple of newcomers who had the misfortune of being assigned to the Newton home. They were never seen nor heard from again. The official line was that they had "copped out and gone back to drugs", but Miller was overheard at a parent conference later that week, laughing about a kid who "choked on my Holy Scepter" and another who "drowned in annointing oil"
