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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
1041Xfrom0999XBillyReese

The Dreams of Myrna Loy and Ariel and Laurie Fallon:
"On the Marquis de Sade and Billy Reese"

By Laurie Catherine Fallon 

Story of Billy and De Sade Continues:
Yes, It was said for years that Billy Reese Symthe was badly 
burned saving  Laurie, 11 and the youngest Beatrice, 4. 

None of the kids look like him, the town said. Last must be 
that nigger the slut fucks, the folks around the gully would 
gossip.  Was also said that he had his way with those kids. 
He seemed a might too friendly, Mrs. Harris said. She should 
know who is fucking who. She collected rents at the Gully 
trailer park.

"Make it my business to know it all, she said. That way I can 
collect double some time. Girls got to make a living. "  She 
made no bones about hating Billy. "I can't stand the 
motherfucker. Saw him fucking with a little girl who I know 
to be a six grader. He is a sick puppy. Wouldn't put anything 
past him.  That fuck, "the bill collector said," rolling a 
number,  brings to mind my own fucked up boy. 

Woman then used that hated son to bolster her point that 
Billy was a no account. "My boy bad," she said, "but he no 
chicken fucker. He spent some time in lock up down the road, 
and he should know the likes of those about here. My boy say 
that Reese boy no good. He hates him. I know my boy had 
reason. Never mind what."

Seems Billy had taken a fancy to my boy's girl. "I believe my 
boy. I don't care what they say. Billy Reese a no account 
pervert. I read in a magazine they call them that. I seen 
Billy. My boy seen him. 

What was true. Billy and her favorite boy got fucked up 
together and would screw anything that spread her legs. If 
Mrs. Harris saw Billy fucking the locals, she must have seen 
her boy not quite there doing it in the open. He did it. Most 
of the bar locals knew she was full of shit. Hated her more 
than Billy.

"My boy knew the worst of them," Mrs. Harris said,  "and if 
he said he was, well that man was truly no good. That is the 
way it is around here. Shit talking shit all the time.

Actually, that is not what her son said.

"I don't care what you think, man, that Reese dude has it, 
must have rock solid balls, you dig; Yea, man, he must have 
had a million fucking women climbing all over him that time 
we had a party at the fucken pool; you say, why would he 
now."

"Did you ever see him fuck with his kids," the cop asked 
another man who just didn't want to say a thing and then got 
pissed.

"Fuck if I know? He's a fucked up dude, you bet. I seen him 
fool around with some but they were older girls. Youngest I 
remember was maybe 15. Piece of Ass for a little twit, if I 
remember. Had big tits and a smart mouth, you know the kind," 
the man said, "he was just like all us fuckers who hang out 
at the gully. 

The cop, just a kid, wrote it all down in his notebook as if 
it were gospel asking only if the bartender at the gully ever 
asked for proof. "You kidding, Man," the biker spat back at 
the Cop. "What fucken world you live in. You drink free here 
too when you quit at night, right."

Another, a fat, taller big mouth biker with pockmarks on his 
face and neck, said it better.  Set to rumble down the road, 
high up on his Harley, with his old lady hanging on to his 
ass, the biker said, "I got nothing more to say to you all, 
so just stand back so I can get on." 

The young cop looked at them, shrugged his shoulders, saw in 
their eyes that there was nothing more he could do and 
stepped out of the way.  

The Gully bar seemed small on the horizon when the biker left 
his streak.

Realizing that he had bluffed the fucker, the fat biker 
wheeled out of the parking lot, his bitch holding his tits, 
into the wrong lane of oncoming traffic just missing a 
swerving semi, and his bitch looking back at the cop flipped 
him the bird, saying to her man, pig needs some."

"Don't look at me, Shit, she said loud so he could hear. I 
don't fuck Cops. Dad was one. I hated his ass worse than I 
hate you at times. Fuck any body for you but a cop," she 
said. "Let's stop soon. I need a jolt from your flask."



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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