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Subject: {ASSM} From TxM6: FUCKING STEPFATHER Billy Reese by Laurie Fallon
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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 9/20/00)
TxM6 is entirely a work of fiction for adults only.
Copyright (c) 2000 Sean Farragher.
0887XB from O002X Billy Reese
Billy Reese By Laurie Fallon: January 16, 1992
Laurie Fallon posted her background story and news
clip on her corkboard bulletin board in 1987.
"I did it," she told Henry "to remind me of Billy.
I never want to forget."
"Dated 1980, the story had turned yellow like my
sheets after Billy slept in my bed after my Mom and
Billy stopped talking. Mom claims she dumped him.
Billy dropped her when she started pissing in the bed
after mixing too much alcohol and downers.
Bill explained that the men in the clip (inmates and
screws) were heroes. He predicted after he read me
the story that he would die in prison. That was 1980.
I was twenty. When he left that day, I clipped the
story from the newspaper and pinned it on my wall.
Billy died in prison in 1989. He was a prophet and a
wise guy. He was a fuck-up and perhaps the best lover
I have known. I knew my first orgasm by his fingers.
He was my second cock.
"When they threw Billy away in 1985, I was glad
to be rid of him. He never stopped me from knowing
other men, but I had tired of his stupidity. Sometimes
he would fuck me after I had been fucked or sucked
five johns. He would snort the dope, pat my head, and
ask for some. I was Billy's mother. I fed him and Mom.
She'd walked past and simply smile. I didn't hate her
for her disrespect. I hated her for not loving Billy.
Years later after Billy's death, Mom and I made up in
a casual way. Talked to each other as two girl friends
that wanted what the other had known and had. Understood
both my parents. They were fucked up. I grew in that
dysfunction, as it is called. I never believed I would
escape it. Perhaps I haven't. Even Henry, twenty-two
years older is part of my mask. When I was 14, I tried
to seduce him when he taught poetry at my school. I
loved him for many years. When he was publicly fired
for fucking a college girl in one of his classes, I
was turned on, sad, and jealous. I wished then I were
a rich college girl.
In 1987, I discovered my grand parents and Uncles were
very rich. They bought an estate in Morristown, NJ.
They knew I was a drug addict and refused to give me
money, but I had everything else. I was also told if I
were clean, drug free for a year, they would take care
of my life. Mother had refused them. She still did. I
took what gifts they gave, medical care, tuition for
school and with the that connection oddly felt like
I could make it. Money is important. Love came second,
and was much harder. I took me five years to convince
Henry that he was mind. Money not Henry changed my life.
I never forgot Billy. I though he was one stepfather.
Then I thought he was my father, and then I found my
true father in Malachi. Finally I won my lover father
Henry. When he fucks me I imagine him watching my birth.
I look at pictures of my mother and other pictures of
Henry when he was a young man and I imagine them fucking.
I have seen her fuck. I know how she moves. I know how
I move. We are the same. I told Billy about Henry during
one jail visit. I told him about compulsion. He laughed
and said, graciously, "don't fuck this one up. You need
a daddy, and I am never getting out of here. Other times,
he would be cruel when I visited, and remind me of how I
had murdered my twin sister and younger brothers in
the fire he said I set when I was 11. I believed him
as I thought I had left the stove on when I fell
asleep or perhaps trying that first cigarette I
flicked it the wrong place in the kitchen when I was
surprised. He said I was a killer like him, and when I
get out of here, he said, you will fuck me again like
old times.
I told him I would, smiling, knowing as sick as he had
become, he would never get free. I was glad and sad
when he died. I told Henry all of this. Henry called
me God. Said I was a spirit emanating from some
mythical broad Christ Tina that he fucked in his
dreams.
MORE ABOUT BILLY:
I visited Billy at Trenton State prison every month
for years. They all thought I was his adult daughter.
His lover's knew differently, Billy told me how he
would murmur my name when they sucked him off. He said
he would say Mom's name when he was fucked in the ass.
I asked him what he said when he fucked his lover in
the ass. He told me he didn't do that. That would make
him queer, and he wasn't. I remember laughing at him.
He laughed with me knowing it was all bullshit.
I found the newspaper article last year in the bottom
of a chest. I tacked him up on my wall by my bed.
Henry read it and thought it and odd story. I told him
why. He shook his head and held me, saying I must have
hated it. I told Henry I loved it. He made me come
sometimes just by looking at his sorry ass. Just like
you do -- but for different reasons.
AUSTIN, TEXAS: JUNE 17, 1980
Remains of a newspaper item clipped by Billy Reese.
[First part of News Story had worn away. This is all
that remained until I looked up the information. This
is the part that is still clipped to my wall. Laurie
Fallon, January 20, 1992]
. . .The next day all hell broke lose. Joe Hedron
learned that his daughter was pregnant with his best
friend's child. Joe accepted death and the mad surgery
of murder. I will kill them all including that fuck at
the prison. He must have done her too. Looks just like
Mitchell. What an asshole, I've been to trust anyone.
Fuck my wife and daughter. They're all sluts. I cannot
let them hold me back. They know it. It's over.
1 PM
First, Joe murdered Mitchell, quietly while they
fished on the lake. Joe was surprised by his reserve
and control. And when Mitchell finally gave up,
allowed the bliss of the end to cover his presence,
Joe smiled, cleaned the boat and returned home without
fish or tackle.
11 PM
All in all, Joe saw it as a mission. Next, letting
himself inside Mitchell house, he waited for the
children. First, he raped Heather, who seemed to get
into it. When she did, he strangled her with a piece
of rope, calling her slut and hussy, finally sleeping
next to the body, he woke, time to murder Samantha who
slept in the bedroom far on the other side of the
house.
At 3 AM
Reaching Samantha, he held her down, covering her ass,
he fucked her raw, and then when he was done, he
slapped her, letting they hysteria growl, until she
resembled an animal that he simply smothered with one
hard hand, letting the spine and the throat meet at
the edge where oblivion and the beast devour, swallow
the each other's sleep. As a final coup, Joe covered
Heather and Samantha' heads with the pillow, making
certain, he drowned them in a cover of feathers.
At 4 AM
Joe buried Samantha and Heather in the deep well
behind the lake house. No one knew about it, and Joe
resisted the temptation to call the cops when he was
done, and give up the ghost, confess all of it. They
deserved it. No, I rather die with them.
Then 5 AM
First Joe slaughtered his wife, who was having
breakfast with his daughter. One shot gun blast and
she was finished, and then Patty, who was quicker than
her father, escaped into the woods. Fuck her, he said,
and he left her, took a shower, got dressed, and then
drove to work, as if nothing had happened.
Patty, and no one believed this later. Crazed by the
murders, she cried unable to move for hours, she
stared at the walls, and shook from head to foot. When
she learned that her father had murdered Donald Hall,
taking his own life shortly after, she felt as if
responsibility had passed from her to some other force
or blank wall.
That last crime made the least sense, and was the most
reprehensible. Yet it was the murder of two families
that made the headlines, but with no living murdered,
it was over before it started.
Patty, alone in the world had her baby and suffered
with a crazed mania. I can't move without crying, she
sighs. I am alive and dead. He's alive and dead.
Madness is this possession, the folly and lost of the
boundary where the empty sky slips beneath the tide,
and then no relief. My child and I are swimmers, she
said. Let's fly.
Governor replacing former Governor Tits Little, who
had recently been removed from office for
misappropriation of more than two million dollars in
State prison Authority funds. Governor Little,
currently under indictment, claimed his campaign
committee legally used the funds under current state
law.
--
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