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Subject: {ASSM} From TxM6 Billy Reese and DeSade Part VII
Date: Wed, 9 Aug 2000 15:10:16 -0400
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From TxM6 Taxi Murders Sextet Hyperfiction Novel
http://www.taximurders.com/lcfallon (updated August 1, 2000)
TxM6 is entirely a work of fiction for adults only.
Copyright (c) 2000 Sean Farragher
1047Xfrom999XBillyResse&DeSade
The TRAILER
When you first walked into the trailer you entered through
the kitchen, and then walked up a step, turn to the right
then a long narrow hallway. Off the hallway Mama
slept with Peter or sometimes she traded off with Laurie (I
ain't got no fucken milk I would laugh at him when he tried),
or best, they all hugged to the soft recess of the mattresses
clinging to the last room of the trailer, small windows, high
up, back door open or shut, and usually locked. Ariel slept
in the room with Billy.
That was Ariel's room. Billy favored Ariel. She was the one
child he said he never abused. Why did I hate that then? Why
did he have to lie and say it. He abused her. She got it
special that's all. I hated her at the time. Billy knew it.
After her death, he pretended he loved me. Called me Ariel.
She came to me in a dream. Told me how to fuck him, what he
liked. Remember I was twelve years old fucking since just
after my seventh birthday. I had control. Right?
Laurie remembered all of it as if it were a movie created as
card flipped scenes in the margin of her cartoon drawn by
Escher of De Sade being cannibalized.
Billy was the prime meat of my life, Laurie wrote.
No one said a fucken word in this lump of land forget me not,
Laurie remembered.
We were a wild war of life. Just like De Sade I was the organ
grinder and the minister of State for fucking, Laurie writing
between the lines decorated her paper on De Sade with Billy
sitting legs apart, playing with his cock allowing the head
to slither between his thumb and fore finger, making the
foreskin bright red and pink.
That professor wants my strangeness as all men do, Laurie
commented in a fake letter she wrote to the Marquis about
Billy and appended to the paper as a joke thinking the old
coot of a professor would laugh. He told her he did, but the
paper was worth an A in any case.
They moan over me and want to fuck me up and teach me all.
Henry is the only one who insists that he gives back more
than I take. He never lets sex get in the way or he is a
master of deception, Laurie thought, getting back to her
reports.
I am Saint Joan, Laurie would sing when I was eleven, Laurie
remembered pretending to be that pre teen virgin hero who
saved France.
1976 was the year of the fire. I am a great soldier. I am
woman, singing the Helen Reddy song, Laurie chanted.
Laurie held straight her paper sword, felt hat and feather
askew, and naked bouncing on the unmade bed while Billy or
Mama slept, sometimes all four legs together, leaning up or
down, in the same bed, but mostly, Laurie and Ariel slept
with Billy (where Laurie rose now)
Mama slept with her son Peter and Billy. The infant Bea
nursed, taken from the crib, would lean over the boy while
Mama groaned as she nursed.
The two-year old boy would leap up, at some point, and start
nursing and Mama would not stop him. Her face showed her
pleasure, and her hands would fight falling to her cunt. You
know I never did that she told Laurie years later.
Laurie believed that space made life fuller, and how they
would do anything for a proper place. We laughed about the
small rooms and the colder mornings and how body heat was a
great relief. We both hated the summer even when we froze our
tits off (as if I had them then) in winter. I loved summer
complete with sweat and the absence of clothing.
Waking, Billy said, "are you freezing, " looking up at
Ariel's dancing, thrusting sword and bouncing but not
disturbing Ariel asleep, in the far lower quadrant of the
King size bed forced up half the walls of the inside bedroom,
"almost a nut house," Billy said, when he showed it to them
proud of his find.
More American Adventures in 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
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reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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