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Subject: {ASSM} from TxM6 Runaway III Mf
Date: Thu, 20 Jul 2000 07:10:06 -0400
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From TxM6 Taxi Murders Sextet Hyperfiction Novel
http://www.taximurders.com/enfer
TxM6 is entirely a work of fiction for adults only.
Copyright (c) 2000 Sean Farragher
Runaway III
0947Xrunaway0266X.htm
Emma Cavanaugh DOB: 8/10/1974
November 29, 1987
Abel makes me write all this down. I better tell the truth
getting up his ass, just to stay the fuck alive. OK.
Getting back to the cold, and hitch hiking, This wet rain,
fucken April cold ate my hands, making them swollen, and raw.
Hand cream helps but not enough. Sometimes I rub it on my
pussy. It gets sore too.
I live with an older guy named William. We never talk about
family names. Not important. Cop talk. Finding out who you
are.
Bill is white, a muscle man, body builder. He's got the
largest cock I've ever seen. He's an old dude, at least 45.
He says 35, but he's full of shit. Johnny was my Pimp, I
guess, although we never talk about it, I guess he would stop
me from leaving, although he threatens to throw my ass out
every fucken day. Gets annoying. He liked cocaine, not free
base. Powdered sugar.
No more poison now that I'm pregnant. I fought like hell to
keep my child, and will have to go straight after this all.
No more drugs when I get back, I keep telling myself, as I
sneak a line or two, or smoke.
No one gave a shit. You know. At home, all my dad did was get
drunk and feel me up. Did it when I was seven, finger fucking
took my cherry. Don't really remember any. Accept he'd climb
in my bed, and I liked it, don't get me wrong, and I knew Mom
knew, I could hear her walking outside my door, and the next
day, she'd pet my hair, and say how men where shits, and
she's real sorry.
I have been fucking around since I am seven and Gail knew it.
We'd giggle about it in bed. She asked if she could watch me
with my father. I hit her. No, he's mine.
Met my old man Billy on the turnpike, I ran away, the night
after I heard my father rape my younger sister. She didn't
like it at all, and I though the whole world was going to
break lose.
More erotica and other works by Sean Farragher:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Sean_Farragher/
Sean Farragher
Poetry Site: http://www.farragher.com
TxM6 Sites:
http://www.taximurders.com
http://www.taximurders.com/enfer
http://www.taximurders.com/lcfallon
http://www.taximurders.com/paradisio (forthcoming)
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