                Zip-less (MF, Humor, 1st, nc)



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To be specific: Unsafe means nothing with blood or blood products
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I'm being blunt here because I used to know 14 people who are now
dead because what they did turned out to be unsafe.



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O.K.  That should have gotten rid of the little underage
beasties.

Maybe not, but it was fun to write. I had to put something up
there. Unfortunately the part about knowing those dead from
unsafe sex was not fiction, and, people being who they are, was
probably on the low side. Not everyone advertised that their
loved one died of A.I.D.S., especially at first.
org 6/23/08


On to the story!





Zip-less (MF, Humor, 1st, nc)



I was drinking one night in the late 1940's in a little corner
joint that you find sometimes in the neighborhoods on the North
Side of Chicago, when Karen came in. Ari's was not really the
kind of place that people drive to because it was off the main
streets, just on a residential street corner under someone's
two-flat. Around the side it had a small grocery, and some tiny
apartments, but the upstairs was a one floor large apartment that
the building owner owned, who also owned the bar and grocery.

The apartments were often filled by relatives or employees, or
both, meaning they were both relatives and employees and not
necessarily on anyone's books: not the IRS, Immigration, or the
Illinois DMV. Though this being Chicago, odds were they had a
voter's card under some name or another.

Ari's served a mostly walk-in Irish crowd because that's who
mostly walked in, lived around it, worked around it, or so it
would seem.

The name might not seem to be Irish, but if you think about it,
twist it back and forth in your mind a bit, so to speak, you
might get see a faint whiff of Erin. If not, don't worry; Ireland
is not really part of this story anyway.

Karen was my girl and I was lucky to get her. I would say "don't
ask me how," but I know, how I got Karen, it was luck, pure and
simple.

I walked into the right place at what was for her the wrong time.
I lucked out because I wasn't willing to walk away when I saw
that bastard pawing her trying to tear her panties off, hitting
her and beating her to get what he wanted.

I lucked out because I was willing to get the shit kicked out of
me and more, just to make sure that Karen wasn't beaten any more
that night, and raped and left for dead, and possibly killed
outright.

I didn't see the knife until it was too late and got it away from
the guy by the simple expedient of forcing the middle of my left
hand through it until it was stuck there three or four inches in
and the bugger couldn't rip it back out. My blood made the grip
too slippery you see. Sorry for the details, it doesn't get much
worse.

When I turned the back of my hand around to cut him with the
point of his own knife, I was going for his eyes, but I only got
a scar on his right cheek, he then did his only smart thing and
ran like hell.

Smart because I was so enraged I would have killed him with both
hands if I had caught him, knife buried in my hand or no.

I would have caught him too, I think, but for Karen's screams of
terror and the blood loss. I was never one to leave a girl
screaming in terror. I have sisters and one look Karen's eyes and
I was a goner anyway,

As I sank to the ground Karen came at me. She held me saw all the
blood and suddenly she was begging me not to die, kissing me with
a fervor I'd never imagined from any girl, never mind one I'd
never met.

The next thing I knew Karen was tearing a piece of her skirt off
and using it to bandage my hand around the knife. I was stunned
speechless, it was shock, and the blood from my head was not
flowing to my hand if you know what I - and if you don't, go to
bed before this gets any steamier.

By then a crowd had come up from Ari's which was only a block
away, a search party had gone out looking for the creep, more a
lynch mob, police cars and an ambulance were on the way, and
then, I lost consciousness looking into the eyes of a tearful
angel, the last thing I remember telling her was that if I died,
I knew I was going straight to heaven cause I was leaving in the
arms of an angel, that it was worth it to save her, and that I
loved her on first sight.

God I was awful. I was nowhere near death and I knew it. Passing
out from a pint lost, yes. Dead, no. I heard a few boyos in the
back snicker as I passed out.

I woke up in a nearby Catholic hospital, the ambulance drivers
had seen the Celtic cross around my neck and knew what that
meant, so over they took me, fast once they heard the story.

Karen snuck in the back of the ambulance just as they were
pulling away. They weren't going to let her come till she showed
them her bruises and torn clothes, and the small cuts on her neck
and she explained how the only reason she wasn't dead was me, or
so she told me later when I woke up the next day, naked, under a
sheet in a hospital bed to find her giving me a sponge bath. I
realized with some dismay that I was drying everywhere. Karen had
done a complete job. No parts missed.

What a way to wake up.

Frankly, I did give a second's thought to the whole waking up in
heaven notion, but the pain in my hand soon put an end to that
fairy tale. Yow but it hurt. A throbbing pain, that's what it was
and I lifted up my hand to look at the thick bandages around it.

"They say you'll keep it if you stop smoking, drinking and stick
to one girl for the rest of your life." She said with mock
seriousness.

"No," I parried right back, "better get them in here right away
to cut it off then, no use wasting time, then call the bar and
see how many girls are rusty and are ready for a go!"

"You are a scamp!" She laughed, her eyes bristling with laughter.
"If I already didn't have a full report on you from your mother,
your sisters, Father McBreen, and about half the customers of
Ari's, all of whom have been in to see you since you gallantly
fell protecting an unknown maiden's honor, I might have believed
that malarkey. Ha."

"The truth is, I stretched it a bit myself, they also said you'll
be fine if you don't do those things too, you just won't live as
long or be as happy." She gushed.

"My name's Karen Garner by the way, thank you for saving my life.
I was not about to give him what he wanted, foolish of me
perhaps, but the look in his eyes said that I was dead either
way, so I'd rather go as a dead virgin and maybe take him with me
if I could, or mark him so he could be caught, and be stopped."

She shivered then, at the thought of what had almost happened.
For a moment all the life and the joy went out of her and she
went cold as if she was dead already. I'd never seen anything
like it.

Then she tried to struggle back, a dim glow returning to her
eyes. "Then you came along and saved me from those dead cold
eyes."

Even though I was naked under the sheets I struggled up so that
my back was to the headboard and whispered, "Come here lass."

To my surprise she did. She put down the bowl and the sponge and
put her arms around my naked chest and shivered and cried, then
began shaking even more.

She took a second to compose herself. "In all my life I never saw
anything so brave.  No weapon, no idea of the danger, you just
threw yourself at him, then when you saw his knife, you, you,
saved me by, by....". She couldn't say it, she just pulled over and
kissed my bandaged hand.

Then shaking and shivering she started to squeeze me, hard, until
I could feel her heart beat through what I suddenly realized was
a very thin and soft top. It was hand woven lace, very soft, with
details that hinted a lot but revealed nothing unless you were in
exactly the position she was putting herself in now, pressing
herself against my chest until the heat between us made both our
nipples hard.

"Oh, I said. Are you sure you want to be, be" I stammered
quietly.

"So grateful to the man who saved me from an early death and
disgrace?"

She looked me right in the eye. "When I thought you were going to
die, I realized that, that I wanted you. Not just for a fling or
something. I wanted you and nobody else. Ever."

"Harry, this is very hard for me to say. You know how it is with
the nuns as teachers. We're not supposed to know or say or do
anything improper. Drilled right in to me, until what you did
changed everything for me."

"Harry, this may be fast in most people's minds, but I don't
care. You've taken my heart, and my soul too. My body comes with
it. Do with it as you like. You can start right now if you like.
I've nothing under this dress and you've nothing under that
sheet. So, if you don't mind, I'm going to climb in that bed with
you, kiss you hard and then see what comes of it."

She was teary eyed. She was emotional. She was crying. She was
without a doubt the most beautiful and sexy young creature that
had ever walked the earth.  She was hopefully 19. Maybe less. I
was 25. Then, age differences like that hardly mattered.

As she slipped under the covers, her legs eased over my hips like
a dancer, she probably was a dancer; she had the tall thin body
of an Irish step-dancer, except for her breasts, which now,
unsupported or hidden by anything but the thin and exquisite
blouse, I could now see were large and full, with nipples long
and stiff with excitement.

There was nothing to suggest other than the hunger in her eyes
that below her dress she was hot and wet, wet as the tears
running down her face and hot as I had suddenly I had become.
What else could I do or say: only one thing really.

"Wait."

Karen looked at me startled and confused. "Don't you want me?"

"Reach your hand back a little if there is any question about
that." She did, I was hard as a rock. She gasped having never
touched a man's pleasure piece before.

"It's warm and hard and soft all at the same time. Wow."

"Thank you. But that's not why I stopped us."

She had a bewildered look then.

"Why then, am I not someone you could come to love?"

"You are. But you have been through a great shock, a terrible
shock. And I have been injured as well. Now you are so close and
hot and wet and sweet it is all that I can do not to impale you
without another thought and take the reward you're offering so
generously, all of it, the whole shebang, lifetime, marriage,
kids. But..."

"But." Suddenly she was 9 instead of 19-ish.

"I feel like if I were to do that right now, barely knowing your
name, it would be like, like," it took me a moment to come up
with a good simile, "like I had vanquished your rapist in the
forest and then taken advantage of your emotional state and
relief that you were not killed, to then go on and take your
virginity anyway, in essence raping you after the fact, because,
because, you were so close to the event. And I am too. Close to
the event. I have this bandage, and now this sheet, that might as
well say "Hero" on it and you draped over me, so beautiful, so
lovely, like it was your token at a medieval tournament. The
whole hero role is thrilling. So easy to step into for a man, to
play and get his rocks off on."

I continued. "What if we do what you say, I get you pregnant, and
I turn out to be a great hero but a rotten husband that will make
you miserable for the rest of your days? I don't want that. Even
thought I want you very, very much right now."

"You think too much." Karen reached around and grabbed my tool
with fingers that had been inside her pussy unbeknownst to me.
Her wet fingers brought my staff alive so fast I could hardly
believe it.

"Some hero's are reluctant I guess, so here's your reward and
damn the consequences. No strings attached. Knock me up or don't,
I'm going to ride you like one of Brian Boru's stallions and if
you give me a child I will be lucky at that."

Then Karen lifted herself up and planted herself on the tip of my
cock and slowly slid down it inch by ever so tight inch until we
hit a stopping point a little bit in. She winced.

"It's going to hurt here. Are you still sure? I have neither
rubbers nor anything, are you sure you want the risk? it's not
too late to back out."

She looked at me with admiring eyes. "Here you are, your thing
half in me, and still you're trying to protect me. Oh I'm sure,
all right. I just hope I'm enough woman to keep you." Then she
lifted herself up, grabbed my ass, and pushed herself down, hard,
wincing with pain as I broke through her maidenhead.

The second she hit bottom I came in spurts and spurts and I just
held her there as I rocked with unexpected and sudden bliss.

"I'm so full of you now, but you're shrinking! Is that it?" She
said, a little disappointed, "Is that what all the fuss is about,
that didn't seem to go on for long."

"It didn't I gasped. Just wait a second and don't move. You had
me so worked up and surprised and over stimulated that when we
hit bottom together, I had an orgasm like all of the 4th of July
fireworks going off all at once. Fired directly into your cervix
too."

"Is that good?" She asked a little worried.

"Sure, if you're ready to be a mother in exactly 9 months it's
perfect. Couldn't be a better shot. Right in the pocket, did it
in one, perfect mating, we're a perfect match."

As I was rambling on nonsense like this, I was noticing how very
sexy she looked hanging down over me: her dark doe eyes, her long
face, her heavy breasts and her engorged nipples swinging back
and forth. And suddenly, I was hard inside her again.

"What's that?" She moaned her voice getting heavy and her eyes
dilating a bit.

"That is me getting hard again in less than three minutes due
entirely to your incredible, exotic, erotic control over the
wiles and willies of men." She laughed out loud.

"You are probably a bit tender my love, so let's at least start
slow, you are in the perfect position to control the tempo, so
you do that."

And she did. Slowly at first, the up and down faster and faster
until the wound in my hand started to throb like it was about to
explode. As she did so I tried to find that place in front I'd
heard made woman go off like firecrackers and through process of
elimination found a little round bit where the penis would be in
a man. It seemed to be very sensitive.

It took longer for me to be near the end this time so I tried to
slow her down so that we could finish together. It worked. A bit.
Finally there was no stopping us, we were off to the races and I
was number 7 and we were going like mad to the finish. We let out
a scream together that would have woken the dead in the basement
mortuary just as Fr. McBreen walked into my hospital room.

It was a quick marriage. Right there in the hospital room since
our two mothers were only about 10 feet behind Fr. McBreen.

Normally a lot of paperwork and folderol is needed for a Catholic
wedding, but seeing as I "was on my deathbed" and all, and
judging by the screaming of  "pain" coming from my room and the
feverishness I showed upon my arrival, the three "strongly
encouraged" us not to wait if marriage was on our minds.
Strongly. Very Strongly. Very. You get the idea.

Then our mothers were quick to point out how quickly our fathers
were going to arrive and how nice it would be if someone found
some towels.

We looked at each other and laughed. Time to get to know each
other later. Besides, we wanted a lot more of what we had just
tried and knew it. The kicker was when Fr. McBreen mentioned that
if, on the off chance I should survive my near death experience,
we could always solemnize our marriage with a mass that looked
for all intents and purposes like the big wedding most American
brides wanted these days.

The nurses shooed them all out but Karen, let her wash me and
herself up in the room's shower. I got my clothes and some
dignity back, they all came back in, followed by a few of the
boyos wandering by and two of Karen's girlfriends who were
checking up on her. Their screams were almost as loud as ours.

So that was it. We married that day. I don't particularly
recommend it as a way to start a marriage. But in those days,
once caught the way we were, well, there was no other choice
really.

And there is something to the song of the hero. It is an ancient
rhythm that. Once caught in that particular tale I don't think we
had much of a chance.

So as I sat in Ari's, Karen came in with Sean and Colleen in both
arms. It was that kind of place, serving food, if only freezer
pizza, you could bring in children, and we did. Even if the twins
were only 6 months old.

Karen sat at the table, the kids put in high chairs bought
specially for them. Karen had been sort of adopted by the bar
after the incident that brought us together and our "awful
sudden*" wedding.

It was about an hour from closing time when a man walked into the
bar, ordered a beer and walked past us to a table nearby when
Karen froze and grew quite cold, turning pale and white. "Harry,
it's him she hissed. HIM."

I did a half turn and saw the man; sure enough the man bore a
small scar under his right eye. Eyes that had tried to kill me
more than a year before.

"Quick, get the kids into the ladies room and don't let him see
your face. Whisper to Frank behind the bar as you go so he knows
what's up."

Lord she was quick. She actually got Frank to follow her into the
ladies and when he came out he was mad as hell. He quietly called
the local station house that was only 3 blocks away, then pulled
a specially modified narrow gauge shotgun out from under the bar.
Then he turned the "ugly lights on." Most bars have ugly lights,
they are very bright and make the bar look, well ugly, and make
it easy for security to clear any size bar, especially large
ones. They are also really good when you are expecting trouble,
with a capitol T.

"Excuse me folks, but it's come to my attention that year's
special lottery winner has returned. As you may recall, it was
held just before Harry and Karen's wedding? And the lucky winner
forgot to check his number and collect his prize, this special
shotgun, and a real beauty it is."

"Karen happened to notice him and mentioned it to Harry and me
just now.  Harry is sure it's him too so we'd like you all to
give an Ari's welcome to our lucky winner. Harry, if you would
just escort our winner up to the scar, I mean bar, so he can get
what's coming to him?"

I stood and the man looked at me, then at Frank, and realized
that he had been busted. Then he made his big mistake.

He'd upgraded since last time from the knife he'd left in my hand
to a "zip-gun"; a street gun made out of shotgun shells and/or
other parts, which could easily kill someone caught by surprise.
He pulled out his zip-gun and was immediately shot and killed by
14 off-duty Chicago and Illinois State police officers.

Oh, I didn't mention that Ari's was a cop bar?




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*"awful sudden, ain't it?" As used in "The Front Page"
usually is an insinuation of a wedding held because the families
KNOW the bride is pregnant. 

The stage play "The Front Page" was written somewhere after
1910 I should check for the date, I know, by Ben Hecht and
Charles McCarthy about the Newspaper business in Chicago in the
20's. A very funny show and has been remade as a film a number of times
and is a community theater favorite.



This is my second work of fiction for ASSTR.  It now in its first
draft.  Nice comments are welcome, others are not. I think I have
solved all the basic grammar issued in this release, but if I
have not, please leave a comment and I will be happy to fix it. I
hate stupid grammar errors in reading stuff online and am ever
willing to fix it. Even years later.


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