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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 1-115 are available at my site.
Updates will be posted at least weekly.

Thanks,
Sean

http://www.seanfarragher.com/taximurdersbook
TxM6: Taxi Murders the Novel -- Chapter 114 & 115
(c) 2003 Sean Farragher

sfarragher@nj.rr.com
http://www.seanfarragher.com
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http://www.seanfarragher.com/taximurdersbook


TxM6: Taxi Murders the Novel
-- Chapters 114 -- Henry & Laurie Again



Chapter 114

Friday, March 13 1987

During the first half of the forty-five minutes back to Fort Lee, Laurie
shifted constantly in mood and conversation. A lot would be said in a very
short time. It was as if the scenes had played out on videotape with the
fast-forward on.

When Henry drove a cab, his belly hugged the steering wheel. Laurie broke
the silence by asking him why he sat so close.

Henry told her he liked the to feel contained, and before he finished she
asked, "Do you press hard against everything. Am I too soft for you or too
hard," opening her jacket showing him the shapes of her breasts under the
silk blouse.

"I like it snug," Henry replied. "I like to feel my back pressed against
the seat or"

Laurie stared at Henry's cock. It would have been obvious to anyone. Henry
didn't think her flirtation didn't seem motivated. Henry said nothing.

"What is it, too hard or soft," she repeated.

"What did you say," Henry mocked. "I am hard and you know it."

"Am I too soft or two hard," Laurie repeated the question three times more.

"You got to be kidding," Henry smirked, after the last repeat.

"You heard me," Laurie moved closer to Henry.

Teasing him, letting her hair down, letting it swirl, Laurie moved back to
sit closer to the passenger side door when Henry continued to ignore her
invitation.

During the trip, Laurie moved noticeably from the middle of the bench like
front seat to the door at least four times by Henry's count. Henry said
nothing.

"You had your chance Mister," Laurie mocked pretending to pout, finally
crossing her arms and again looking back at Henry, she reached over and
rested her hand on Henry's upper thigh, noting that he jumped when she did
it.

When they both laughed, She used his leg to pull herself back next to Henry
and at the last moment she reached for his cock almost causing him to lose
control of the cab when he grabbed it hard wanting to feel that hard living
thing in her had at last.

"FUCK, Watch out, shit. God, you must be nuts," he screamed trying to push
her hand away.

"Careful, I will make you let me blow you while you drive," she threatened.

"Henry Laughed. You think so. Why? What a cunt you are," Henry couldn't
stop laughing. "You're fucking jailbait," Henry teased. "What the fuck do
you want, Miss"?

"A cab ride, driver," Laurie hit back underlining the word "Driver", adding
that affected tone.

"By the way, I am hardly jailbait. In fact, I am 22 almost."

Henry laughed at her. "I'm 45. To me you're fucken problems."

"Hey, where do you want to go to in the city," Henry asked?

Laurie kept her hand in Henry's lap rubbing his cock as he moved with her
hand slightly.

"It's Ok, Laurie added, when she touched the head of his cock, "you can
come in your pants.

Then without any change in tone, "Take me to the park first. It's
important."

"Hey, for the money and hands you have I could take you to AC for that
matter," Henry tried to not respond but was losing it.

What the fuck is AC," she asked?

"Atlantic City, sweets," Henry gasped pushing her hand away before he came.

"Sure, let's go. I know a pimp there I would like to fuck up like he fucked
me up when I was 16. Better not. We both might have to do time on that one.
Just take me to the park.

"Call me an eccentric cunt as I heard you say once describing one of your
better fares to Aaron. You see, Mr., I know you better than you know me."

"With that better you than me," Laurie removed her hand from Henry's lap,
and said smiling, "felt too good. Now, you wonder if there is more". Well,
no sir, not for you, Mr.

Henry was too spaced by the sex to really laugh, but he tried, and Laurie
laughed with him, putting her hands on his face. Henry wondered how the
fuck he kept the shitten car on the road.

As there laughter got louder, Henry got more comfortable putting his hand
under her skirt, wanting to return the favor, and shocked, discovered she
had nothing on underneath and was cleanly shaven.

Years later, remembering this drive to the park, Henry wondered why at that
moment he remembered their first almost innocent sex.






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Chapter 115

Sometime in late 1983

Laurie Fallon, Artist and Nude Model

One Friday night, after work, and before their usual party, Henry and his
current girlfriend, Johanna, had walked into Aaron's office above his
elaborate studio, kissed Angela and hugged Aaron.

Laurie walked out wearing a loose pink well-worn robe.

Modeling for Angela, she came back from a pee break as she described it.
Dressed in a robe, mostly undone, Henry saw the slight curves of her
breasts, and the thick left nipple that suddenly rose up when she walked up
to him kissing him on the cheek.

Laurie made no pretense at modesty, but she smiled when she saw the almost
surprised look on his Henry's face.

Henry thought, no. This lady will drive you nuts.

As things exchanged pleasantries and just before Laurie returned to model
for Angela, she removed the robe and Henry startled by the clean lines of
her ass and her delicate skin, revealed his reaction, with a simply
understated, "oh my."

Hearing that, she turned, running up to Henry, she kissed him hard on the
lips shocking Henry's then girl friend. She was terribly upset with Henry
but didn't publicly show it. Obviously, Henry didn't care.

Henry remembered that he didn't like the taste of her cigarette, but he
liked the push of her tongue.

I was half drunk, Henry thought. I wanted more, he remembered later, but
sometimes things don't really work out and besides what the fuck would I
have done with Johanna.

Laurie shuffled her hands, opening one, to reveal a sketch Angela had made
of her.

Henry hesitated, smiled.

Angela had drawn Laurie, sitting, legs apart, arms resting on knees looking
at the viewer as if she were looking into a camera.

I had just come, she whispered in Henry's ear, Knowing Angela, Henry
nodded, believing Laurie, not that he had any reason to doubt her.

Henry knew what Laurie wanted. He just wasn't sure if he wanted to get
involved again with a young drug addict model who he knew fucked for Coke,
or had assumed.

Henry didn't do coke, and he generally didn't trust anyone who
did-especially beautiful women with expensive tastes. These babes loved the
coke not you, and when you did not get it for them, or drive them free,
risking your job, they hustled, did what they had to do. It was no win.

Laurie was exceptional. She proved the rule. She was much more than sexy or
beautiful, wanton or a street slut. Neither hard, soft, nor a talking head,
Laurie was mysterious, unknowable and articulate. Henry believed she would
become a better poet than Henry. Potential is hard to measure, but Henry
sensed and it pleased him. Henry thought that odd at first, but then he
realized their connection was greater than poetry, sex or for that matter
the more usual forms of love. They were, as he said, selfish for each
other. Simple sentence. Complex implications. Like my poems, Henry laughed
at himself and the thought. Henry loved intrigue; he needed it, and when
Laurie opened her lips slightly, parting them, Henry kissed her as if she
were the source of life, allowing his tongue to quickly accept her mouth
and smile pressed back against his face as if they had one face, and the
division of person that was essential for sex was absent.

Henry knew Laurie in that instant when she did his own body. He was inside
her skin, breathing her breath. She was his hands and their shared
beautiful face.

Henry walked outside Aaron's that night. His date was sitting in the car
waiting. She had seen that last scene, Henry was sure. He drove her home.
They said only a brief good-bye.

When he left the Johanna's driveway, he wondered if he could find Laurie.

No, he said, fuck it. If I found her, I would be as lost as her. One kiss
was not enough, but Henry looking at himself in the mirror later, seeing
the slight droop of his eyes, knew he had kisses love, and felt himself
more than fortunate. Why push it, he thought.

Henry didn't know that Laurie at that precise time He looked in the mirror
was home, making herself come, imagining the kiss and this man, this poet
she had loved for longer than he would probably ever know.





Laurie's True and First Confession
Some time in 1979

I was fourteen.  I remember him from long ago. He didn't remember me.

I read his poems in class when he was the soon to be famous poet.  I was
hardly a child in 1979. Henry taught and read at City College.  My English
class heard the reading. My teacher knew Henry.  She had been Henry's
student. Later, Henry would visit our school for a month as he put it a
Johnny Appleseed for poetry whatever the fuck
that was. I remembered thinking that was a silly phrase, the first time I
heard it.

I loved every word he spoke. I wanted him. I met him. I tried to fix him up
with my mother. She would have fucked him. He festered in my skin when he
taught. I was wet after every class. Years later, long after meeting him
after I got lost in drugs, I imagined him as my good father. Of course, I
wanted to fuck him. Drugs and pimps used me but I never forgot the poet. He
became more than the man. Poetry kept me sane. I remember he said that
one-day in class. I agreed. Later, I wrote poems imagining he read them. I
knew I would be his someday. I insisted. I always fuck my fathers. I wanted
sex with him so bad I made myself come hundreds of times thinking of him
just kissing my tits.



1983 Again

Remembering this Laurie came one last time, and actually felt Henry's mouth
on hers and in the next instant, both lovers, far apart, were asleep
together in their separate beds, houses and lives. At least for now, Laurie
smiled determined to find out what she needed to do to either forget him or
own him.









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