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Subject: {ASSM} from TxM6 Billy Reese and DeSade Part V
Date: Wed, 9 Aug 2000 14:10:35 -0400
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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
1044Xfrom999XBillyResse&DeSade
About the year 1948. Billy sexually abused by Aunt
My Aunt took me in when I was eight, Billy told Laurie many
times. My Pop said he couldn't raise me up, but soon, after I
came into her life, she dressed me as a little girl, made me
up. I wore a bra and makeup when I was fourteen, and then she
made me her lover when I was fifteen, creeping into my bed at
night, forcing my dick into her snatch, or sucking until I
was soft and used up.
In 1956, I ran away from home when my father died. Fucker
died at 42 fucked up by some old man for fucken his wife.
Aunt Lo, what I called her, never let me know any girls my
own age. When she ran away from home with some bug eyed dyke
freak, I was sixteen. I actually cried. Last time, he told
Laurie.
I was not sure why I felt any loss. You know take them over
my knee and spank them until they do right. I don't really
hurt them, Billy said. I just like to scare them.
Something was missing with Billy like the Marquis, Laurie
wrote. His eyes were dull, but his smile like those great
toothpaste ads, kept your attention. If one word would sum up
the man, and using just one word, well, that really does not
answer for the name of a man or woman, except in this man's
case. Billy was the perpetual child. He acted from instinct,
impulse, and possessed at an early age, he was truly a hidden
demon, a false friend who took over your life. "It no matter
you were already dead" Billy said.
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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