Message-ID: <25706asstr$965643002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: "seanfarragher" X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MIMEOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4133.2400 Importance: Normal Subject: {ASSM} From TxM6 Desade and Billy Reese II Date: Mon, 7 Aug 2000 06:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: apuleius, english, gill-bates From TxM6 Taxi Murders Sextet Hyperfiction Novel http://www.taximurders.com/lcfallon (updated August 1, 2000) TxM6 is entirely a work of fiction for adults only. Copyright (c) 2000 Sean Farragher 1041Xfrom0999XBillyReese The Dreams of Myrna Loy and Ariel and Laurie Fallon: "On the Marquis de Sade and Billy Reese" By Laurie Catherine Fallon Story of Billy and De Sade Continues: Yes, It was said for years that Billy Reese Symthe was badly burned saving Laurie, 11 and the youngest Beatrice, 4. None of the kids look like him, the town said. Last must be that nigger the slut fucks, the folks around the gully would gossip. Was also said that he had his way with those kids. He seemed a might too friendly, Mrs. Harris said. She should know who is fucking who. She collected rents at the Gully trailer park. "Make it my business to know it all, she said. That way I can collect double some time. Girls got to make a living. " She made no bones about hating Billy. "I can't stand the motherfucker. Saw him fucking with a little girl who I know to be a six grader. He is a sick puppy. Wouldn't put anything past him. That fuck, "the bill collector said," rolling a number, brings to mind my own fucked up boy. Woman then used that hated son to bolster her point that Billy was a no account. "My boy bad," she said, "but he no chicken fucker. He spent some time in lock up down the road, and he should know the likes of those about here. My boy say that Reese boy no good. He hates him. I know my boy had reason. Never mind what." Seems Billy had taken a fancy to my boy's girl. "I believe my boy. I don't care what they say. Billy Reese a no account pervert. I read in a magazine they call them that. I seen Billy. My boy seen him. What was true. Billy and her favorite boy got fucked up together and would screw anything that spread her legs. If Mrs. Harris saw Billy fucking the locals, she must have seen her boy not quite there doing it in the open. He did it. Most of the bar locals knew she was full of shit. Hated her more than Billy. "My boy knew the worst of them," Mrs. Harris said, "and if he said he was, well that man was truly no good. That is the way it is around here. Shit talking shit all the time. Actually, that is not what her son said. "I don't care what you think, man, that Reese dude has it, must have rock solid balls, you dig; Yea, man, he must have had a million fucking women climbing all over him that time we had a party at the fucken pool; you say, why would he now." "Did you ever see him fuck with his kids," the cop asked another man who just didn't want to say a thing and then got pissed. "Fuck if I know? He's a fucked up dude, you bet. I seen him fool around with some but they were older girls. Youngest I remember was maybe 15. Piece of Ass for a little twit, if I remember. Had big tits and a smart mouth, you know the kind," the man said, "he was just like all us fuckers who hang out at the gully. The cop, just a kid, wrote it all down in his notebook as if it were gospel asking only if the bartender at the gully ever asked for proof. "You kidding, Man," the biker spat back at the Cop. "What fucken world you live in. You drink free here too when you quit at night, right." Another, a fat, taller big mouth biker with pockmarks on his face and neck, said it better. Set to rumble down the road, high up on his Harley, with his old lady hanging on to his ass, the biker said, "I got nothing more to say to you all, so just stand back so I can get on." The young cop looked at them, shrugged his shoulders, saw in their eyes that there was nothing more he could do and stepped out of the way. The Gully bar seemed small on the horizon when the biker left his streak. Realizing that he had bluffed the fucker, the fat biker wheeled out of the parking lot, his bitch holding his tits, into the wrong lane of oncoming traffic just missing a swerving semi, and his bitch looking back at the cop flipped him the bird, saying to her man, pig needs some." "Don't look at me, Shit, she said loud so he could hear. I don't fuck Cops. Dad was one. I hated his ass worse than I hate you at times. Fuck any body for you but a cop," she said. "Let's stop soon. I need a jolt from your flask." More American Adventures in erotica and other works by Sean Farragher: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Sean_Farragher/ Sean Farragher Poetry Site: http://www.farragher.com TxM6 Sites: http://www.taximurders.com http://www.taximurders.com/enfer http://www.taximurders.com/lcfallon http://www.taximurders.com/paradisio (forthcoming) -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+