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Subject: {ASSM} from TxM6 Billy Reese and DeSade Part VI
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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
1045Xfrom999XBillyResse&DeSade
SURVIVAL
Billy knew that running away or sideways kept him alive, and
survival was Billy's calling card, until his murder, at a
youthful 50, July 4, 1990, allegedly by a prison inmate and
lover.
In 1989, Billy had been sentenced in Hackensack Superior
Court to Trenton State Prison "by some faggot judge," he
said. "Bitch looked me in my eyes and pissed my life away.
What bullshit. Five to ten years for Grand Theft Auto.
Mafioso Fence I sold 'em to got clean away."
Billy was not usually a violent man, but like every child and
adult, he craved that appropriate love and not the fear of
abuse and the defense of suffering, Laurie concluded about De
Sade but derived from Billy.
Billy wanted adoration like the Marquis; "I claim all you
fuckers," he always said. "Why should you have a family and
not Billy? What the fuck did I do wrong, you hear."
"That Bitch will do what I say or else I will slap her up the
face, make her ass pay, if she's a stuck up cunt, you know.
That last one waited two days in the rain for my ass. Two
fucken days. Claimed she didn't pee, but I didn't believe
her. Her panties sure stunk, and stuck to her skin. Who the
fuck knows. Then all I did was fuck her in the ass, and make
her puke from too much rotgut and reefer.
Laurie didn't even know how to smoke. Told me, when I kicked
her out of the car that she was sixteen, and if I didn't
marry her ass, she'd get me arrested for rape. I told her,
after I smacked her ass, that she isn't no jailbait. I fucked
fourteen-year-old girls right in my car on Main Street. No
one gives a fuck. You just another white trash nigger. Who
gives a fuck? Me? Shit, the younger the fucken better, Billy
laughed knowing he'd never get out of prison alive. Marked as
a child rapist by his paper work (copied and circulated in
the yard), he knew his days were numbered.
Shit, Billy told anyone who would listen. Fuck no, I want to
die. "Hate this motherfucking life. No pussy at all. Shit.
Assholes don't work that well and nothing soft there. Nothing
I can turn into meat for myself, if you know what I mean."
Billy was right Laurie wrote in her paper telling the world
how she respected the Marquis for being more honest than the
world.
Billy liked to talk like an ignorant man. He did not always
affect that accent. "I got tired of you smart ass college
boys, so I fucked two of them up, tied them up, and then for
a laugh, I gave a lecture on Sartre in Prison, Billy told
Laurie, just before Billy was murdered. "I told them
nothingness is you, motherfucker. Just like you told me Hon,
Billy laughed, and Laurie knew why she had come time and
again to the prison to see the man who had haunted her life.
I came there the first time when I was eighteen, she said.
Been doing it now for four years. He always treats me the
same. Another piece of ass to taunt, but I care for the man
in some odd way, Laurie wrote in her De Sade diary. The
Marquis did twenty-seven years in horrible prisons just to
believe in the ultimate disintegration.
Wish I could get you in that cell tonight, Honey, Billy would
mock Laurie when she visited him at State Prison in the last
week before his death.
You grown up now real fine, he said. Thanks for the books.
You always bring me something great.
Laurie looked at Billy and said to him, you know, if I could,
I'd fuck you. You do it well and make me feel it just like
spite and revenge. Loved to give you back indifference like a
true whore. Might be your last great woman fuck, Laurie
taunted him back. Imagine that. Your last fuck inside a cunt.
My body dead inert under you, not moving at all. And you come
inside me like I am dead. Nice memory for you, honey. Right?
Laurie laughed at the end of the speech. Billy hoped she
wasn't serious, but he would pretend to get mad, walk away,
saying something unfair and outrageous mocking Laurie like
she did him.
For some reason, unknown to Laurie, Billy started to laugh
but then his face turned to stone, "all you bitches (and that
includes the ones in here) are alike he said. Fuck you up
when you are down and out and then crap on you. I don't do
scat, mother fucker, I told 'em all, you too.
Billy turned away from Laurie and was gone.
Laurie though there would be a wise crack parting shot. He
just left, but stopping at the check point, Billy turned back
to Laurie and delivered the anticipated final shot. "Hey
bitch, remember you're the one who fucken burned those kids.
I saved your ass remember. You should be here -- not fucken
me, he shot back and left Laurie watching him wise crack with
the guards on his way into lockup.
Laurie felt empty after the exchange. Was she? No.
After Billy's death Laurie learned from Billy's jail time
lover, Wayne, recently released for good behavior. Laurie
included this in the appendix of her paper.
"He told me to tell you. You were always good to him. Only
one that came half way cross the State to make nice to his
ass. I know you fought when you were there. I heard it all
after. But you did visit. My momma don't didn't visit me.
Shit, few do, really. But Momma should, Wayne said. "Billy
told me to tell ya," Wayne cried, blubbering, Laurie thought,
"he told me to say that he did it to those kids, not you.
He's the one who fucked up in the kitchen and caused the fire
that killed the kids. All he would talk about those last
months.
Laurie hated Billy more but smiled when Wayne told her how
Billy bragged about how your Bitch of a mother fucked his ass
after that. He got off on the fact that he had you both. Just
a shit, I know, he told Laurie, but I promised him I would
tell, and even if I didn't I would. You needed to know.
You're a smart kid, Wayne went on and Laurie ignored the
rest.
Billy never talked about the fire. He hugged me and then we
fucked. Never said a word. Why now? We even have a kid
together. Call him Adonis. Born when I was 18 Laurie wrote in
the margin.
No one would be punished for Billy's murder except Laurie.
She never had a chance to confront Billy again about what he
said. Sure it was true, Laurie admitted to herself. He
started the fire. I didn't want to kill anyone. Just scare
them. That's what I imagined. I did imagine killing my
sisters. I hated them when Billy touched them or didn't. It
got out of hand.
Billy did save me. He tried to save us all, but the fire was
intense. Did I do nothing? Did I what, Laurie thought after
Wayne left. Billy was the one who woke me. I had been
smoking. Never did it again. Just started. Took one of Mama's
cigs and acting like a fool choked half to death. Threw it
away to who the fuck knows. Shit. I did start the fire. Never
found it. I must have started it. Seem to remember all that
smoke and carrying Bea out of that fucken place following
Billy. We were all butt naked when the cops came with coats
to cover us up. Never had a chance to go back for my sister
Ariel.
She was behind me like always. Never saw Peter and Pat. They
were sleeping in the room next to the kitchen. Found Ariel in
bed asleep. I thought she was behind me. I woke her when I
smelled the smoke. She was sleeping as usual next to Billy.
Got to stop this stupidity. Did nothing wrong shit. How.
Thinking of Billy always got me going. Hated and loved the
fuck. Glad he died and pleased I learned he did it to my
brother and sisters. Shit, I miss Ariel. She was my twin, you
know. Billy loved her. She slept with him, but he never
touched her. Did me all the time. How was that possible. Such
shit. He was cute. Billy did have that fucken way. He would
beat the shit out of you with words (never his hands) and you
would suck him off.
When Billy was in the right mood, and feeling generous, he
dropped the fake stupidity, and arrogant dishonesty, and just
bragged on his prowess. All women have something to give up,
Billy said. Always some lady to take my ass inside, and
she'll usually buy the Jack Daniels, Cigs, reefer, and greasy
cheeseburgers. If the fucken lady had money, well then its
steak and grits, eggs and sausage washed down with twenty
year old hundred-dollar moonshine. I never alone. I can't
stand it when its dark and the beds are empty and cold. I'd
fuck a big black buck if that all's there was left. I'd stand
him or his son up, tie his hands and feet, and force the
fucken coon to blow smoke up my ass.
"The self murdered self without violence," Laurie wrote
ending the paper. Written in the body of the paper. It said
it all, she told Henry this many times.
WILL POST REMAINING PARTS OF STORY PART VI VII AND VIII
LATER TODAY OR TOMORROW
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
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http://www.taximurders.com
http://www.taximurders.com/enfer
http://www.taximurders.com/lcfallon
http://www.taximurders.com/paradisio (forthcoming)
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