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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
1040Xfrom999XBillyResse&DeSade
Myrna Loy, Laurie and Ariel Fallon
Term paper for W4343x: "The Romantic Novel as Tragedy"
Columbia University, School of General Studies. Submitted by
Laurie Catherine Fallon on 2-12-92 for partial completion of
the course in creative non-fiction and altered prose.
The First Denouement: January 7, 1976
Day After the Fire that killed Ariel, Patricia and Peter
Fallon ages 11, 8 and 6 years at the time.
Like the late TV actor, Donald Hall (murdered by the father
of a girl he had raped), you never expected Billy to rape
anyone let alone abuse young women. "Fuck, the man had every
women in the country after his ass," one biker said, "man I
ain't jealous, I got so many I can't puke up enough beer time
to fuck 'em all," the man said, laughing, after talking with
the cops outside the Gully Bar & Grill day after that fire
that took the lives of three of the five Herrig kids.
The mother was at work at the WAWA down the road stocking
shelves, one old woman, offered. What about the father of all
those kids, another asked?
Well, there was no father, really, the barfly spit out
slapping the cheap draft down and asking for another almost
in one motion. Billy Reese stood in for one at times, a fat
business man dressed in a stained suit said sucking down a
ham and cheese sandwich.
The fucks a hero, shit, a dark handsome woman continued. And
all they want to do is give the poor sucker grief, another
half lit woman with nice tits, half gone on something said. I
fucked him myself. No, you didn't. Who'd fuck you, the dark
woman with an innocent smile laughed back almost as abuse.
I heard Billy was badly burned and is being held by the cops.
No, the Mama is. Got her in some loony bin down in
Gainesville. Billy's there too. Shit, they couldn't get his
cock out of her. Have to do surgery that first prick who
started the wise cracks said grabbing his change and looking
like he was about to move on.
Finally, just before the cop clicked his ball point, and left
this wake, some girl, about sixteen, just barely old enough
to drive, a cute little girl thing from how she was accepted
there, said I hear the oldest girl fucked up them kids and
was fucking Billy big time. That's what she told me when I
saw her down at the yard when I went to fuck some old spic
and didn't want anyone to see me.
That's what my cousin told. He works for the Sheriff's
office. Sucks enough dicks to know. What the fuck you know
kid, the bartender scratching his head pounding a night stick
against the bar said, turning to this guy about 40, bartender
said, get your fucken girlfriend out of here, Stoke, she's
underage and the cops are around.
Stoke looked at the bartender, put his eyes on him, and told
him to shut the fuck up or he would jam that swagger stick so
far up his ass he would have to have the splinters removed by
a dentist. I own these piece of shit cops, he said, and
besides, she's old enough when I tell her to blow you when
you whine that you ain't got any lately.
Addendum:
"Ariel Fallon Lives"! Newspaper Headline from the NY Times
1994.
Meet Ariel Fallon thought to be dead. She is. Now, Spiritus.
Laurie's twin and one object of her fantasy. How did I become
Myrna Loy, Ariel Asked.
"I am Myrna Loy not some lush of a twin," Laurie said. "I am
her, complete as entity and spiritual corps. I am not my own
twin. Do I look like them at all? Fuck No."
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
http://www.taximurders.com/paradisio (forthcoming)
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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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