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Subject: {ASSM} The prize (Ff, inc, suspense)
Date: Fri, 27 Jul 2001 14:10:03 -0400
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    -- Just You Hush Now
    just_hush_now@hotmail.com

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  "Please don't make me do this," she sobbed.  Tears streamed down her
  face, matching the rivulets of rain on the car window beside her.

  I felt a pang of guilt.  But it was way too late to stop now.  I
  leaned across the front seat and slapped her across the cheek.  It
  was still difficult to make myself hit another human being's face
  this hard.  But I was getting used to it.

  "Oh, God," she wailed, sobs wracking her body.

  "I - can't - do - this," she gasped between sobs.  I slapped her
  again.  I knew it hurt.  I also knew it made her cunt wet.

  "Get out of the car.  Now.  I'll be in there in fifteen minutes," I
  told her, my voice calm.

  She opened the door woodenly, and rain spattered in.  With robotic
  slowness, she got out and shut the door.  I watched her walk through
  the torrential rain to the doors of the hotel lobby.  Like a woman
  walking to her execution.  Which she was, in a way.

  I turned on the radio to drown out the jitter in my head.  What-if's
  were bouncing around like crazy, and I couldn't deal with them right
  now.

  The round plastic digital clock glued to the the rent-a-car dash
  ticked away the minutes.  I listened to a pop station.  Bubbly beats
  about love.  Changed it to a country station.  Ugh, even worse.  I
  hit the "seek" button, and watched the number roll all the way
  around the dial back to the awful pop station.  "I am out in the
  fuckin' wilderness," I sighed to myself.  Thirteen minutes later, I
  opened my umbrella and followed her into the rain.

  The lobby was air-conditioned to the point of the absurd.  The
  windows were fogged with condensation, and instantly I felt cold and
  shivery.  I closed and shook the umbrella as the door closed behind
  me. The drumbeat of the rain sank to a whisper.  The overweight desk
  boy's tie was loose and he was perspiring freely.

  He didn't look up as I walked past him.  I was relieved.  I didn't
  want him to see the feral hunger reflected in my eyes.

  The elevator doors opened on the second floor.  The hum of the ice
  machine.  The faint sound of CNN coming from someone's room.  My
  hushed footsteps on the fading carpet.

  I knocked on door number 223.

  She opened it.  Her eyes were still puffy.  Our gazes locked for an
  instant, and deep in her eyes, I saw her defeat.  I had destroyed
  her, and she knew it.

  "Oh, come in, come in," she bubbled brightly.  She even sounded
  convincing.

  She swung the door back slowly.  And I saw my prize, sitting on the
  edge of the bed.  Waiting.  Slightly bored.  Completely unaware.

  I smiled and stepped in.  As the door swung shut behind me, she
  turned to my hard-won prize and said, "Joan, meet my old college
  friend, Liz."

  She turned back to me, face ghostly pale, and almost whispered,
  "Liz, this is my daughter Joan."

  The door clicked shut.


-- Just You Hush Now
just_hush_now@hotmail.com


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