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Copyright (c) 2000 Sean Farragher.
0921XxLianaIntro.htm
Imaginary Murder of Liana Fasciano
"I want a city where I can act out all that's sexually
possible," Henry Whitman screamed from the top of his
lungs at absolutely no one. Anarchy is mine said the Lord."
January 11, 1991
Liana Fasciano, 24, understood sexual power. Her
velvet black hair framed her marble skin and sapphire
eyes. Thin golden smoked stained fingers seduced well-
trimmed manicured scarlet fingernails. She had tits
that could break a city of men, Henry thought.
Intelligent, her mouth, rough raw and angry turned him
off. Some of the drivers thought Henry was crazy for
not taking a turn with her.
Taking Liana into the city for drugs was an adventure.
Weaving, making time, as all drivers do, Henry crowded
a huge truck cutting the female driver off. Liana
shifted in the back sear, lost balance, fell forward.
"Watch it," Liana said. "Did you see that? I am not
hallucinating. That woman driving the truck was naked.
I could see her tits hanging down. Must have been some
good shit," she screamed.
On the ride back from the city, Liana, getting high
had taken off her tee shirt and bra and was indeed
bare breasted like the truck driver.
She screamed. "I need a fucken truck to drive. Henry
gets me one. Here Henry want some shit. No, you don't
do it, do you. Mr. fucken boy scout. What the fuck,
come on Henry she whined in the back seat of the cab.
Henry tuned out the shit. Part of driving a cab. When
a fare decides to strip in the back seat, well that
merits some attention.
"Hey you fucken drive. I'll do what the fuck I want,"
Liana screamed in Henry's ear. "Watch it or I will
stink up the back seat of your cab with my bloody rag.
Saying that she leaned over into the front seat, and
said. "If you let me sit in the front seat when we are
done I will blow you for free."
"Get the fuck out of here," Henry repeated. "Get the
fuck dressed, he screamed. Cops will be pulling us
over and you're carrying big time. Are you mad?"
"I am mad Liana complained. Why can't I," and with
that she twirled her breasts in her fingers, pinching
the nipple, and finally leaning out the back driver's
side window screaming shit at the men who were now
hooting and honking their horns as Henry made his way
across the George Washington Bridge.
"You are going to get us fucken busted you dumb piece
of shit," he muttered under his breath.
Liana ignored him, lit her crack pipe, sucked in the
shit, and yelled out the window of the cab at two guys
in a small truck blowing her kisses. "I will fuck the
way I feel, she yelled at them.
Suddenly like a blank stare, screwing up his eyes,
searching in the pause of the back seat, Henry
imagined Liana dead. No, not sleeping in the back
seat. He saw her dead, cold being zipped into a body
bag. Ain't that the truth, he thought to himself. I
wish I could knock her out when I pick her up. It's
the money. The broad has it to spare. Dad's a Mafia
big they say. Why's his kid on dope. Didn't quite
figure. More to this Henry thought. Shit the reason I
take her is the money, what other reason and disgusted
with himself, Henry glowered at the traffic ahead
wishing he cut magically cut it all down and plow
through it and get this call done.
Money that's it. When Liana got in the cab, she always
handed Henry a brand new hundred and that covered it.
After the taxi company's share Henry made a good fifty
or sixty for an hours work to take home.
For what seemed like forever, Liana repeated how she
loved playing with her own tits. Leaning over the
front seat, almost falling over, Liana offered Henry a
feel, and Henry never to refuse a tit or a cunt,
obliged. Lingering on her nipples, he rubbed each of
while he drove, finally pinching both of them quickly
before letting them go.
"Don't stop," she kissed Henry's neck.
"Get the fuck out of here. Too many fucked up people
watching your," he said.
Rejected, Liana dressed. Her new attitude reflected
whatever misery could name.
Nothing going to stop this shit, Henry thought.
Turning up the car and cab radio, Henry wanted to just
get back to the taxi stand.
Henry like all taxi drivers knew boredom. Cabbies live
it every day. Constantly turned inside and out by the
daily grind of ordinary routine events, they either
think nothing or think too much. Mesmerized, but not
showing it, Henry thought back to another incident
when he first started driving cabs.
What Liana did was memorable but not in the same
league with the late summer afternoon when some Fort
Lee hood deposited an almost nude older teenager in
the back seat of his Checker. Handing Henry his
business card after writing the girl's address on its
back, he told him to charge it to De Bello
construction, and "get the cunt the fuck home to
Queens, or something like that" as Henry recalled the
incident.
As a last word, he told Henry. If a man answers the
door just tell him that Johnny sends her back with his
regards.
Handing Henry a fifty, he repeated. "Just say it like
I am telling you and nothing will happen. He will come
after me the stupid fuck."
When Henry got to the door, holding up the almost nude
blond woman, no older than 20, Henry watched a man
dressed in an open shirt waiting for him to reach the
porch.
When Henry put the woman down on the front porch, and
shouted to the man to come get her, two men rushed
out, pushed Henry aside and hustled her deep into the
house.
"What the fuck she owe you," the man asked. Finally
coming to the door after the girl was taken away.
"$45 dollars," Henry answered.
The man gave Henry $60 told him to keep it. Henry had
reasoned if I didn't accept the money, he would ask
who paid the fare and that could lead to new
questions.
So many fucken stories, Henry remembered Liana, quiet
now, sitting up, as Henry turned up the PIP on his way
to the Cliffs.
Pulling into a long three car garage drive way, Liana,
fully dressed and composed, turned back to Henry and
asked him if he liked her. Henry wondered what the
fuck she wants now. Henry smiled and told Liana that
he loved everyone who gave him $20 dollar tip.
When Henry dropped her off, Liana left slowly.
Stuffing her bra into her purse she gave Henry an
extra $50 for putting up with "her shit," as she put
it. Kissing him on the cheek, Henry watched noticed
her nipples were large, dark and thick and stood out
against her cotton shirt. Liana noticed Henry looking.
She quipped, "Henry, didn't know you liked girls," and
she laughed, and Henry startled by what she said told
her, that sure, he had "given guys up for Lent."
"Listen honey, come back later about nine. Drive me
into the city and I will fuck your brains out. Use
your own car and you can keep it."
"Fuck no," Henry laughed. "Think I want the cops to
take my own car. Shit I would have to make payments
and I would not have the car. You're fucken nuts."
" Use mine then, and she pointed to a black Lexus.
Henry laughed. "Your father would fuck me up if I used
his wheels."
"Come back later and take me home then," Liana
continued.
"I thought you lived here."
"No more. Got my own place in Cliffside. I came here
for money, what else, and to pick up my kid. Please,
Henry. I rather you take, you know my routine and
would never leave me behind as some chicken shit
drivers did last week."
"Call the dispatcher," Henry answered. "If I can, I
will. I am working until ten tonight. No bullshit if I
take you."
"I'll call," she said.
As the beautiful woman slowly walked into the house,
Henry watched her leave. Shaking his head, glad he was
working until 8 PM, he thought. Maybe I have grown up
some. Time was I would never have turned down her ass.
Henry made a mental note to tell the night dispatcher
to give Liana that new driver Bobby who works
undercover for the Bergen County police.
--
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