Message-ID: <20261eli$9902280424@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Allison George" Subject: {ASS} On Gatsby's Death (Hopper Collection Story) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <0f7050004121b29NIH2WAAF@csi.com> NOTICE: This story contains descriptions of sexual activity that should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. An Edward Hopper painting as part of the contest posted to ASSD suggested the theme of this story. The painting can be viewed at the following site: http://www2.iinet.com/art/20th/american/hopper/hopper08.jpg Any comments that the gentle reader has should be directed to me at: allison_george@hotmail.com My lawyer wants me to advise all readers that this story is copyright under 17 USC Section 102. Permission is given to download a single copy of this story for the purpose of reading it off line. Permission is also granted to archive the text in its entirety on any non-profit web site. Any other distribution including posting of this story to a commercial web site without the author’s permission is strictly prohibited. On Gatsby’s Death By Allison George (c) 1999 - I just heard the awful news Pru. God, will he ever be missed! - Lindy, I don’t know who’s going to replace him. There’s not a fellow in the group that will be as much fun. He had the joie de vivre about him; nothing really mattered at all, except that we should all have a good time. - I was just over at the mansion last Saturday afternoon for the tennis match. I couldn’t stay on for the party that evening; Joe and I had theater tickets, which he didn’t want to give up. If I had my druthers I would have been back out to the Island in a snap. - You probably were better off missing it. There was the most terrible row and I think it had something to do with his death. - What happened? - Well it was all the blonde-bobbed little bitch’s fault. - You mean Daisy? - That’s right, Daisy Buchannan, that little trollop. She’s never come across a stiff prick that she hasn’t wanted to suck dry! Well he knew this of course but still couldn’t keep his hands out of her pants. I really don’ t think that any man can. There’s something about her pouty lips that gets their oil running. - Everyone knew that of course. Before she tried to settle down with Tom she was well known to take on all comers. There was that weekend that she went to visit him up at school and she had a fling with his roommate while Tom was playing in the big game. Underneath the football stadium no less. - She came late to the party, it must have been about eleven when she came in the door. I tell you she was so drunk that it was a chore for her even to stand on her own two feet. She was with that new fellow, Teddy Wilson. - Oh my, but he is such a dreamboat. Whatever would he see in her? - The same thing that all the others do. Nothing but a quick chance to dip the wick. As she came further into the room, I could see that she was really in bad shape. Her dress was unbuttoned and one of her stockings was torn. There was a speck of white stuff on her cheek; I don’t even want to think about what that was! She marched straight up to Gatsby and started in on him, asking why she wasn’t good enough for him. He tried to calm her down, but it didn’t work. When he went take her arm to escort her out, she let him have it, a slap across the face. The sound reverberated through the room, immediately silencing everyone. - You can’t be serious. She hit him in front of all those people? - That wasn’t the worst of it. She then ripped her dress open; popping off a couple of buttons that shot across the floor and started yelling at him. It was truly scandalous. There she was bare-breasted, her garters weren’t even fastened, accusing him, of all people, of being a phony. Something about a group of bootleggers in Michigan. I think it must have been the alcohol, she certainly wasn’t making any sense at all. She got this crazed look on her face and standing not more than a couple of feet from him, she cupped her breasts and asked why these weren’t good enough for him. - The nerve of her! - Were that only the end of the story! She turned to Teddy and said that he had really been swell that evening, filling up her quim to overflowing. She turned back to Gatsby and told him in no uncertain terms that he was never man enough to service her needs. I think her exact words were, ‘I’m glad that I’ll never have to suck on that prick of yours again, all it does is offer promise but no reward!’ - You can’t be serious. That’s what she said? - Yes, her very words. As you might imagine that brought the party to a swift conclusion. Gatsby grew quite pale and told the band that they were excused for the evening. He thanked us all for coming, saying he was suddenly very tired. - Terrible, just terrible. - Yes, I know, then to hear that he died. I don’t know about you but I’m suddenly not hungry any more. Let’s go across the street and get something to drink. I could use a martini right about now. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----