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Subject: {ASSM} From TxM6 -- Sex, Drugs, Whores, Lovers and Cab Drivers 
Date: Thu, 12 Dec 2002 00:10:02 -0500
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 From TxM6 Taxi Murders Hyperfiction
(c) 2002 Sean Farragher


http://www.seanfarragher.com/txm6
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ONE AFTERNOON in 1991


Laurie Fallon shuffled her hands, opening one, to reveal a hundred-dollar
bill to Henry through the driver's side window of his taxi.

Henry, crushing the steering wheel of Cab #19, hesitated, half smiled. Not
confused. He knew what she wanted. He wished he could leave. He knew he
couldn't. Frustrated, not wanting to get involved again, Henry said
quickly, "get in the cab."

Viet Vet Henry didn't do coke, and he generally didn't trust anyone who
did- especially beautiful women with a thousand dollar or more a week drug
habit. Henry knew it was harder when you cared about them. Like cabbies
Laurie did what she had to do.

Laurie was exceptional. At six foot with natural auburn hair to the middle
of her back when it was brushed down she was much more than beautiful.

Neither hard nor soft, Laurie was unknowable. Henry loved intrigue; he
needed it, no matter how he complained.

Back home, rolling in his bed, Laurie opened her lips slightly, parting
them, and mouthed "please," Henry kissed her allowing his tongue to quickly
accepts her mouth and the taste of her cigarette. Laurie's wry smile
answered him, pressing against his face as if they shared one plane and a
unified sex. Henry knew Laurie and she him. Inside her skin, he breathed
her spit. She became his hands and his much older, rougher face. She lived
his life and he hers. She knew Nam, and he knew the hundreds of times she
was raped as a child by her stepfathers and any other Shit who her mother
had fucked.


First Sex. Henry would worry about the coke later. He knew he had it.
Didn't want to give it up yet. He didn't really care what happened to him.
He knew he would find a way to help her. He always did. Laurie drove Henry
down as she rose up and slid down watching Henry's eyes as he simply
collapsed. That up and down sex or side by side left them both knowing the
heart of the other. When Henry fell down, Laurie fought higher, keeping
pace with the tension in her legs and his. Both of them fought to be
crushed by the other.

As she felt his hands cut into her tits, then her ass, she scratched his
arm, just about to come, he screamed in a voice that was unrecognizable.
Laurie loved it when he did that, and it usually gave his fingers or hers
pressed to her clit, while they fucked, that last pump as her sex swallows,
and Henry blasted back pushed her, rolling her into the wall, so when they
relaxed afterwards, they were twisted together at odd angles.

Laurie looked at her sex, fluffing it, after Henry left her. Her heart
raced from the coke. Her heart raced from the tenderness she felt in her
legs, and watching Henry sleep, or was he pretending, Laurie lifted his
cock, holding it, feeling the soft tender scrotum, and then leaning over
she bit his left nipple, waking him, rubbing her vulva, separating the
lips, talking at the same time, suggesting he get her that shit he promised
as quickly as possible.

Henry pulling himself up, looking around, fell back into the pillow, and
turning said, "I don't have to get any. It is in the drawer under my pants.
I was hoping you wouldn't ask."

"You know I always do," she answered, but then I would have fucked you
anyway, - - the shit is just dessert.

At that moment Henry knew he was finished. He was done. She would win. He
would lose. Nothing he could do would stop her. He gave up.

What Henry didn't know was that Laurie was fucking this cop. She would get
the coke without any emotional strings. She knew as Henry lingered in sleep
that now, in the next few minutes would be the last time she would use
Henry. Laurie believed that if she loved Henry and she did, she would leave
him. Laurie had to make certain of her connection. Laurie hated cops and
loved to use them or as she put it, pretend to use her.



2.

Later that afternoon, Laurie left Henry's apartment when he had left for
work. She took one suitcase and one bag. She wrote him a note. It said
simply, "I love you. Got to go before I kill you. Don't worry. I got
someone. Don't I always?"

Laurie shut light, carefully locked the door and threw the key into the
mailbox in the lobby. Her nipples were sore. Her back was scratched. Laurie
loved it rough and she shifted fitting into her other mask, the one she
wore in the street away from Henry.

Escaping that honesty was easy. At that moment she transformed, split apart
and became that little girl held down under that large man. Leaving Henry,
looking at the cop who waited down the stairs outside, Laurie knew
transferred the cop's face to her step dad Billy.

Out in the street, Billy haunted everything she did.

Laurie knew Billy was dead three years. It didn't matter. He rode Laurie's
bones every time she had sex. No, that wasn't true. When she fucked Henry
she escaped Billy.

Laurie knew that the cop leaning over to open the door expected a quick
blowjob. He always did. Yes, that cop was Billy. As she shut the door, she
unbuttoned her blouse. Unsnapping the bra from the front, her breast
bounced and the cop grabbed them pulling Laurie closer.

Leaning into the cop, Laurie snarled as he pulled her wrist, and when she
sat down easily, sliding into the seat, he pushed her by the back of her
head, impatient, almost frantic, grabbing her ass with his other hand as
she turned onto him.

Suddenly he let go of her neck and pulled her head up.

"Tell that fucken boyfriend of yours to fuck off."

"Sure Billy," Laurie answered lifting up higher, kissing him biting his
lower lip.

"Fuck," he said, "you cut it."

"You told me you loved that."

Laurie laughed as the cop pulled away, "and what is this Billy shit," the
cop  spat, "who the fuck is he?"

"Oh, you would like him. He was a jail-bird queer. Just like you, really."

The cop didn't laugh.

Saying Billy's name Laurie oddly saw Henry, as he loved her earlier that
morning. Laurie loved it watching Henry's eyes as he came inside her,
flattening on top of him just after she collapsed after he came.

Later, when he helped her come, always giving her as much as she could
handle, Laurie told him she was helpless and refused the orgasm; Henry
pushed, drove Laurie over the edge as she fought it, resisting her last
orgasm, proud of that she told him. "Proud," she screamed. "You fucken
freak."

Long after, when she smoked, watching TV, he would rest his hands on her
stomach and tell her he wanted to remember every contraction.

Henry told her he never tired of it. While he spoke, Laurie traced her name
on the back of his hand. In that state, stoned on grass, she told Henry
over and over how much she hated him and loved him at the same time.

Hating love was how she defined love Laurie said. Seemed perverse when she
explained it drunk in Henry's arms.

Suddenly, she beat at him, insisted he hurt her. "Beat my cunt; bite the
lips until I pass out. Do it!"

Henry pushed her away, refused, but then returned to her side of the bed
and held her while she cried.

Her sex swollen, aching after Henry, Laurie sat in the car with the cop,
knowing he would demand something. Laurie felt the pressure of her
underpants against her swollen vulva. She had to pee. Holding it back, she
tried to get out of the car. "Fuck no," the cop yelled.

With the bark of the cop's voice, Laurie had conceived Henry's child.

Sitting next to the cop, settling in as he drove off to find a private
place around the back of Henry's apartment, Laurie put her left hand on the
cop's knee, and felt for his zipper. It was still open. She remembered how
he had grabbed her neck when she first slid into the car.

Leaning over, he pushed her head down and she massaged his balls as she
expertly sucked on his cock remembering how he hated to come to quickly,
she rubbed his balls harder forcing him to come before he could really get
into it. When he came filling her mouth, Laurie spit it out on his pants.
He smacked her. Laurie smiled.

Laurie had refused to swallow. Once after he came he choked her trying to
force her to do it. She choked it up, and coughing, he beat at her with his
belt.

"Knowing the truth can help you," she told Henry once when Henry begged her
to let him help her get off the drugs.

Turning to the cop, she said, "Was that good for ya?"

Cop looking away fixing his pants told her he found a place for her in a
motel ten miles away. She could stay there. Owner owed him. Won't cost
anything.

"Right, of course, anything you want" Laurie smiled using that fake little
girl voice she liked to pass off as sexy and friendly.

"By the way," the cop said, look inside the glove compartment. There is
some shit for you. Got it before I left work. You know they burn this shit
up, or so they think."

"Thank You," Laurie turned away, looked outside at the cars passing knowing
she didn't have the will to open the door and jump out into the traffic.
Even if she could muster up the strength, she knew the car doors were
locked.

The after taste of the blowjob lingered. Laurie saw a Hudson Street cab
pass close. Maybe it was Henry driving. It wasn't.

Laurie shivered. The embryo inside had divided by thousands. Laurie had
split open and was peaceful. She rested her head on the cop's arm, and he
didn't push her away.

He had surprised Laurie. Grateful, she held the cop's hand pretending it
was Henry's, and then whispering into his ear how she wanted to fuck him
calling him Henry.

"You fucken nut," he said, pulling over to the side of the road. Beating at
her back with his fists, she smiled at him tried to kiss him, begged him to
hit her harder. That stopped him.

Driving again, Laurie buttoned up her blouse, and recalled the motion of
Henry's mouth lingering on her nipples. Henry, always tender, had refused
to hurt Laurie, no matter how much she had begged.

Henry hadn't realize that Laurie was tested him when she insisted. She
couldn't believe he was different. "All men suck," Laurie told Angela her
best friend. "I need to believe that all men are the same."

Laurie left Henry for the cop because she loved Henry. What she didn't know
and couldn't was her pregnancy.

Henry would now always be a part of her. Laurie didn't know  it. How could
she? When she learned she was pregnant she knew it had to be Henry, but
would he believe her. That cop never fucked her without a rubber, and the
lazy dick preferred to be sucked off or he used her ass.

Laurie knew. She also could never have an abortion. Yes,  she had had
several, but this was Henry's kid. Laurie loved Henry too much to do that
to him. Funny how selfishness can become unselfish?

Laurie would be pulled back into Henry's life no matter what she said or
did.
She knew that he would never give up his own child.

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