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Also From TxM6 Hyperfiction
http://www.txm6.com (updated 9/16/00)
http://www.txm6.com/enfer (updated 9/17/00)
http://www.txm6.com/lcfallon
http://www.farragher.com  (Poetry updated 9/14/00)

TxM6 is entirely a work of fiction for adults only.
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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