Message-ID: <40486asstr$1042801804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Sean Farragher" X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal Importance: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1106 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2003 22:08:35 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} TxM6: Taxi Murders the Novel Chapter One Laurie Taken! Date: Fri, 17 Jan 2003 06:10:04 -0500 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: dennyw, IceAltar TxM6: Taxi Murders the Novel -Chapter 1 Abduction: Laurie Fallon Kidnapped (c) 2003 Sean Farragher sfarragher@nj.rr.com NEW & UP AT MY SITE Taxi Murders the Novel Chapters 1-34 http://www.seanfarragher.com/taximurdersbook http://www.seanfarragher.com http://www.seanfarragher.com/hyperfiction http://www.seanfarragher.com/Joss Chapter 1 Laurie Fallon: Scream Laurie Fallon raised the intelligent alarm. Her whole being bore down double sharp notes, peeling glass with her shriek. * * * TxM6 is just like the movies. Bet you don't remember how Peter Lorre's character murdered Myrna Loy in the never finished 1932 movie Taxi Murders Express. The director Josef Von Sternberg finally stopped production when Myrna Loy's stand-in stunt double was strangled on the movie set. No one was ever charged with the crime although some suspected Lorre. It was a murder that would leave scars for sixty years. The Gables Pub, 1090 River Road, Edgewater, NJ 11:20 PM -- Friday, April 10, 1992 Outside the Gables bar, set almost on the curb the music blasted along River Road almost to the Hudson River edge. It was an old, not too fancy but popular bar that featured live rock music and Wednesday through Saturday night female and once a month Friday night male strippers. It was a pick up joint and a place for lovers. Six foot tall, seven months pregnant, twenty-six year old Laurie Fallon walked slowly from the bar to her car swinging the keys. A one-time exotic dancer and barmaid at the Gables, she often returned to chat with the affable owner, Lilly, and several of the regulars. Laurie was sad that night. Having fought with her boy friend, Henry, who was now out of town, she didn't want to return to their empty apartment. Not even the swagger of the male strippers lifted her spirits. Standing with one foot on the curb, she looked back at the Gables as if she might return. Laurie hated being indecisive. Staring into the headlights, she pinned her natural red hair up off her face. Reflected against the red and ochre neon lights of the bar, she waited for a lone truck to pass, and then stepped slowly between the parked cars to cross. Suddenly a strong young man wearing a black ski mask grabbed her neck and mouth from behind. Stalking her from the damp spaces between his van and the cab of a truck, he had missed her mouth with his gag. She screamed and bit his fingers. He pulled back, almost frightened. Laurie caught his face with her nails driving furrows from cheek to chest. His scream was pity by comparison. Laurie grabbed the man's ski mask, pulling it quickly over his head while suffering his kicks and shrieking curses. Falling down against the curb between the street and the parked cars she scraped knees and elbows; twisted by her legs, her easy dress split wide, riding up to expose her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Laurie pushed the wool mask between her legs. As the short but solid man beat and kicked her with his boot, she refused to release it. Turning her back to the man, she twisted her body, leaning into the curb, protecting the child she carried from the blows. Laurie drove the disguise deeply against her skin. As the earthquake continued inside, outside the man had stopped, wondering what he could do next now that the gag and ether were discarded. In that second pause, Laurie reached for his balls. Holding them in her palm, she squeezed. He caught her mouth square with his boot. Laurie let go. He kicked her endlessly in the back. Grit under her nails, the man's blood on her mouth, Laurie realized how much she wanted to live to save her child; she fell back short of victory, breathless, sabotaged by instinct. At that turn in the battle she submitted, wondering why no one had helped her. Quickly taping arms, legs and mouth, he gathered the almost unconscious woman into his dirty white van. The man, later identified as one of the infamous, "Genesis Killers" did not notice that his ski mask had dropped from between Laurie's legs to the street. THE DIRTY WHITE VAN Inside the van, bound and gagged, Laurie could not watch the neon lights of the Gables exotic dance club shimmer in yellow and red slivers against the cloud of the river and New York City's skyline. Just before the man pulled out into the traffic, a dazzled movie clouded her eyes. Captured by rough tape, she refused to concede and her arms pushed and pulled, almost throwing the man off balance. Laurie did remember that she had screamed silently "No" as he shot her full of shit to make her ass collapse. He didn't hear, "don't hurt the baby." Laurie would be held captive for the next ten months. She would suspend her life within an odd assortment of dreams and fixations conjured to keep her sane. Later, when she replayed her two-minute skirmish, Laurie marveled at the failed strength she had struck. No Joan of Arc burned at the stake. She might survive. NEXT MORNING: Missing Person At 0932, Edgewater police reported that an eyewitness, known only as Rose, had come forward to describe a crime outside the Gables the previous night. Without this witness no one would have immediately known Laurie was missing. for more txm6 http://www.seanfarragher.com/taximurdersbook END -- 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: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+