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Subject: {ASSM} TxM6: Taxi Murders the Novel Chapter 104   Street Whores are Beautiful Too
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If you have missed any parts of Taxi Murders
the Novel, they are archived on ASSM -Google
and at my web site. I welcome feedback
in email. Sfarragher@nj.rr.com .

Chapters 1-80 are available at my site.
Updates will be posted at least weekly.

Thanks,
Sean

http://www.seanfarragher.com/taximurdersbook

Taxi Murders the Novel -- Chapter 104 - Street Whores
(c) 2003 Sean Farragher   sfarragher@nj.rr.com


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Chapter 104: Taxi Murders the Novel
Audio Tape of Liana Fasciano


Liana smiled darkly. Was she true cinema? Could
she change this motionless world as red lines of
taillights burned her hand, she said, as a thin
cold stream of words paused and flashed moving
quickly and slowly over the tender textures of
skin.


June 2, 1991

Liana:

I loved many guys named Mike, Bill, Jay, John,
Sean, David, Oscar, Oliver, and I couldn't stop
them. They hurt terribly, pushing their hands
into my mouth, drying my cunt perfectly with
their wet dick. I knew them all from inside the
drape of their cock and balls. Once there on
their skin, I drove outside and my skin turned
corners at eighty. That woman self same, darker,
more indolent, was perfectly sane. She had no
mouth, and her ears were closed. Did she whisper
last night when I made love to myself? Did she
tickle my phantom men? Did she serve the all
well: good and bad, trick or sport? They pushed
me across their lawn, shuffling my knees, and
tearing my hair, pushing my tits inside and
outside my blouse exposing my tenderness and
desire for a true ache.

These fuckers beat me with their belt, fucked my
mouth landed down field on my spine; full weight
on knees, twisting my neck, dancing heel to toe
on my relaxed body.

They shouted that I must not get up, until
relieved. All of you?

I am dazed. All must make their offering and my
backside covered with semen and brush has a
merry ache.

During the taping, Laurie let herself in to
Henry's apartment.

Who's the bitch, Henry, Liana asked?

I love her, Henry answered. Now, shut the fuck
up and make your tape. My girlfriend has nothing
to do with you.

"Shit, if I saw you fucking around with my pimp,
I'd make you wish you left your sorry ass home
you fat white bitch," Liana responded to Henry's
warning by attacking Laurie.

Laurie, calm, said simply. "I learned along time
ago never if you are an adult never argue or
fight with a four year old. You never win, and
besides, they may be right. Hi, I am Laurie. You
are?

"Liana Juliana Fasciano," Liana answered. I bet
you do like to fuck four year olds, don't you
cunt."

Who is this shit, Laurie laughed. Hen, you
really know the weird ones. She is cute though
and got an edge. If she lets me, perhaps I could
like her. Meanwhile. Henry darling kissing him
and rubbing his cock, later darling."


Part II
Psychotic Diversions

Liana Fasciano:
I have a problem. How do I explain a psychotic
diversion? It seems logical, and marvelously
impossible. What if the dead could really come
back to life?

Yesterday, Liana appeared to die. I kissed her
back to life. Laurie said I do that with her all
the day, but she wasn't jealous. Just watch
yourself, Mr., she grinned.




Part III.

Liana Fasciano: Audio Tape. May 23, 1991

"Could I live for all sin to realize my life?
Hail mother, father, Holy Ghost.

Am I that God like person?

Henry, What can I say to my tricks as they
gather on the Mount, holding back, letting me or
me up rise up on their mouths or pricks?

Can I admit to them that I've been dead? Does
that mean I do not know how to move my ass. What
about that shit that cum stained my two hundred
fucken dollar blouse. He said he did it on
purpose. Knew it would make me scream my tits
off. He laughed at my ass. Sure I could have it
dry cleaned, but it would always smell of him,
and how much do I charge for a replacement. That
Mafioso son of bitch knows my fucken father.
Should I tell, have him whacked for a sloppy cum
job. Nah, at least he works out, ain't no fat
slob, and besides, I blow them all, even did my
Uncle once, yes, that phony godfather dingbat.

I have an extreme cause of emotional discontent.
Pop and Pop Pop fucked me up when I was tyke. No
kid begs for that fucked up a ride. Also could
blame my suffering on the spirits, or arcane
witchcraft. Bet you think I didn't know five-
dollar words. I could have ranted and raved,
then scream, "Mom made me do. ... That would
have been a fucken lie. We all know that.

I fucken suck dick for drugs. That's it. No
fucken father raped me. No Uncle touched my
cunt. No mother in law watched me bathe and
masturbated after washing my fruit, as she
called it. Well, this last one is true
motherfucker.








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