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Barb Moore, Spy...
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It ain't all bad...
See the next chapter!!!
Two days after Tree visited Barb…
A Bombardier Global 6000 of French registration lands at Bill and Hillary Clinton National Airport (I am not making this up). Inside the French lumber mogul Messaline prepares to deplane.
The private jet taxis to a remote section of the airport near the Dassault Aircraft Services facility where it is met by a Rolls Royce Phantom limousine. The stairs of the jet swing down…
…and the stunning blonde descends, takes the short walk across the tarmac to the waiting car. The chauffeur opens the door and after Messaline settles in her seat he closes the door. He climbs behind the wheel of the Rolls with diplomatic plates that state ‘THT ONE’ and starts the 80 mile drive to Dardanelle to the west to. Messa sips the decanted Champaign from a crystal flute and notes the wood trim instead of being hand-oiled mahogany or teak is Messaline’s Premium French Crucifixion Wood™. She thinks it looks beautiful. Instead of using the intercom Messa lowers the glass between her and the driver and says “Thank you for picking me up, Gunner.”
“My pleasure, Messaline”
“I do hope the jail is air conditioned. I cannot believe this rude heat” she says.
“It wasn’t this morning but it should be by now” he assures her.
“Is Tree here?”
“Not yet. He is on his way back from the Tree estate with Barbara’s cross.”
“Oh, he could have saved the trip! I brought a fresh one from Anjou!”
The 80 mile trip took less than hour and though Gunner was pushing over 80 MPH Messa was unruffled as she sipped her Champaign. The Rolls pulls to a stop in front of the rented obsolete county jail. Messaline looks at the building and exclaims “My Barbara is spending her last night before her crucifixion in this dump?”
Gunner brings Messa to Barb’s cell. The women greet each other passionately.
Messa demands that she is allowed to spend the night with Barbara. The IMF officer-in-charge says Messa would have to strip if she wants to enter the cell. Gunner begins to protest but Messa says “What difference does it make if I undress here or in there” as she strips. “Be a darling and have these dry cleaned.”
He opens the cell door and Messa strolls in. As he locks the door behind her she says “Gunner, I am sure jail food is- how do you Americans say it?”
“Shit, Mademoiselle” Gunner replies.
“I was going to say ‘crap’ but I think they mean the same thing.”
“They do indeed Messaline”
“If I may impose on you I think we will be hungry in a few hours. I would like to try some local cuisine and wine. Do you know of any?”
“I know the best” he replies. As he leaves she says “Please turn off the lights. We won’t need them.”
He turns them off and as he passes the IMF officer says “If I catch any of you in that cell block when I come back you won’t have a dick to jack off with. Understood?”
Gunner climbs in the Rolls and calls Mary Maestro’s Restaurant in Tontitown and places an order (It’s closed now but it was the best Italian food in NW Arkansas’ ‘Little Italy’). Gunner will make the 130 mile trip to the restaurant in just under an hour.
Back in the jail in the dark cell there is still a glow…
Don’t ask me how- I am not a scientist…
Tree
Never heard of those being called hands before.
It's hard to find good accommodations. Barb has more experience of nasty cells than she has of Motel 6, never mind 5-star hotels.
With Messa there, I don't suppose she's paying much attention to the decor.
Is there really a Clinton airport?
Good lord!
I think I'm against naming airports after any politicians who have not been safely dead for 100 years at least.
I think her avatar says she's grateful, reallyWHAT??????????
A BRIEF INTERMISSION
Gunner has picked up Barb’s and Messa’s dinner and has the Rolls limo blasting back to Dardanelle making even better time than he did getting to the restaurant. He says “Dial Tree.”
“This is Tree. What’s your handle, good buddy?”
Gunner laughs and says “Put down your CB’s mike. We put a hands-free cellphone in the truck.”
I look at the CB and see it is off. “So you had time to do that and not fix the FUCKING AIR CONDITIONER?!?!?!”
“Shit boss I am sorry but I just forgot. Messa is here.”
“I guess she wants to be sure I’m using her crux wood” I say. Gunner didn’t have the nerve to tell me she brought a cross and my trip to St. Louis was unnecessary especially when I’m driving back to Dardanelle in a ratty ’98 Dodge Ram with no air conditioning. I ask Gunner if he has arranged lodging. Gunner says he has a room for me at a motel just west of Dardanelle on Route 22. I ask what the name of it is and Gunner says ‘Motel’. I ask Gunner what room he is in there. Gunner laughs and says “I’m at the Clarion Suites in Russellville across the river. I wouldn’t stay at that dump!”
“Then why the hell did you book me there?”
“You said you didn’t care where you slept but I sure do” Gunner says.
“Is Bull there, too?”
“No, boss, he’s staying at the Capital Hotel in Little Rock.”
“The Capital??? Those rooms start at $200 a night” Tree fumes.
“I think his room is more that. He booked the Monica Lew… I mean the presidential suit” Gunner tells me.
“And I guess he is putting this on the THT Inc. tab?”
“You told us to be comfortable” Gunner says.
“I see the motel. We will discuss the after Barb’s crucifixion is over. I need a shower and some sleep.”
Tree
Gunner has picked up Barb’s and Messa’s dinner and has the Rolls limo blasting back to Dardanelle making even better time than he did getting to the restaurant. He says “Dial Tree.”
“This is Tree. What’s your handle, good buddy?”
Gunner laughs and says “Put down your CB’s mike. We put a hands-free cellphone in the truck.”
I look at the CB and see it is off. “So you had time to do that and not fix the FUCKING AIR CONDITIONER?!?!?!”
“Shit boss I am sorry but I just forgot. Messa is here.”
“I guess she wants to be sure I’m using her crux wood” I say. Gunner didn’t have the nerve to tell me she brought a cross and my trip to St. Louis was unnecessary especially when I’m driving back to Dardanelle in a ratty ’98 Dodge Ram with no air conditioning. I ask Gunner if he has arranged lodging. Gunner says he has a room for me at a motel just west of Dardanelle on Route 22. I ask what the name of it is and Gunner says ‘Motel’. I ask Gunner what room he is in there. Gunner laughs and says “I’m at the Clarion Suites in Russellville across the river. I wouldn’t stay at that dump!”
“Then why the hell did you book me there?”
“You said you didn’t care where you slept but I sure do” Gunner says.
“Is Bull there, too?”
“No, boss, he’s staying at the Capital Hotel in Little Rock.”
“The Capital??? Those rooms start at $200 a night” Tree fumes.
“I think his room is more that. He booked the Monica Lew… I mean the presidential suit” Gunner tells me.
“And I guess he is putting this on the THT Inc. tab?”
“You told us to be comfortable” Gunner says.
“I see the motel. We will discuss the after Barb’s crucifixion is over. I need a shower and some sleep.”
Tree
Funny/clever
Barb is very much aware the fine Italian meal and wine that Gunner delivered to her and Messa in her cell was her last supper.
That would remain unspoken and Messa and Barb would not discuss Barb’s crucifixion that would take place the next day. What went on that night will never be known except by Barb and Messa for when Gunner was leaving the cell block he noticed a sting of cables and Cat-5 wires that had no business being in a rented obsolete county jail. He ripped them from the wall and dragged more than a dozen HD cameras and microphones with them. Gunner shut the door to the cell block and the women could hear him shout “Listen up you rednecks; I am a nigger with an attitude and some very big guns and knives. That is security tape I put on that door and it better be there and not broken when I get back in the morning or-
“Do you know what Rocky Mountain Oysters are? DO YOU… That’s right, they are pigs’ balls. Do you know what Ozark Mountain Oysters are? No? If that tape is not intact in the morning Ozark Mountain Oysters are YOUR balls! Goodnight gentlemen…”
So that’s why we don’t know what happened in Barb’s cell on her last night.
CRUCIFIXION DAY
After taking a shower Ipassed out went to bed early last night and wake up at six AM. I haven’t seen that time of day after sleeping since I was an altar boy. The room was better than I expected as the front of the motel looked like it did when it was built in the 1930s when the two-lane Route 22 was the road between Little Rock and Ft. Smith. The original rooms were kept as they were built with the only apparent upgrade being rusted window air conditioners hanging out the windows of each unit. Go through one door that should be a small closet there is short hall that leads to a…
I digress. I got up damn early. I get dressed and go to the front desk and ask the clerk if there is any place good for breakfast nearby. She says “You want McDonald’s or real food?”
“I think real food would be better. I have a busy day ahead of me.”
“Then just go a quarter mile east and you’ll find ‘Tree’s Family Diner’. If you don’t like the food you’re a damn Yankee” she says.
“I’ll give it a try. I’ve got a bit of time to kill. Is there a shop that’s any good with car AC? My truck’s has quit.”
“There’s none that I would trust on this side of the river. They are all owned by relatives of mine. Oh and how rude of me; I am Judy Tree. And yours is???”
“By coincidence most people call me ‘Tree’. I do have relatives around here.”
“Well Tree I know a bit about air conditioning from my time in reform school. Let me take a look at it” she says.
I follow Judy out to the truck. She can’t be a day over 21 and I’ve seen thong bikinis that cover more of her fine ass than her jeans do. I tell her hood-release cable is broken but I have pliers and can crawl under and open the latch. She says “That won’t be necessary.”
She opens a switch blade, wiggles it around, and the hood opens. She gives a low whistle then walks around the truck studying the rusted body and the flaking paint. She shakes her head and says “Honestly, Tree, what it will cost to fix the AC is more than what your truck is worth. I’ll give you a thousand dollars for it just because the tires are sort of new.”
“You are most generous” I say “but I need the truck today.”
I lean on the left side of the bed and she leans on the right side and purrs “You know that is a damn fair offer, Tree. What is holding… OH MY GOD! That is Messaline’s Premium Crucifixion Wood!!! You are The Hanging Tree! Granny told me about the dates you took her on and that cruise boat you took her on!”
“You’re Dorothy’s granddaughter? I hate to admit this but I never slept with her.”
Tree
“Did I call you grampa?”
Things happened fast after that. She takes me to breakfast at the diner that looked like a greasy spoon where I have the best breakfast I can remember. From somewhere out of her formfitting blouse and skintight jeans she pulls out an iPhone and calls someone telling him to meet her at the dealership. She drives me across the river to the Russellville Ford dealer where her fiancé meets us. He is going to loan me an F-350 Super Duty long bed crew cab 4x4 dually ‘King’s Ranch Edition’ with the Power Stroke Diesel. I ask him how much something like this huge black monster would cost and he tells me it’s ‘north of 75K’ but since I am family he’d let me have for an even $70K. I ask if that includes AC and he says “That’s funny! I don’t think you can get a truck without AC!”
I like the truck so instead of fixing the AC in the Dodge for a few grand I pull out my American Express card and buy the damn thing. We’ll do the rest of the paperwork later but I need to go back to the motel and get the crux wood and my tools and be back at the jail by 11 AM!
I have to remember not to get up this early again. It gets expensive!
Promptly at 11 I pull up to the jail and park the F-350 behind the Rolls limo. I look at the sign on the light post that says ‘parking for authorized vehicles only’. Fishing through my duffle bag I pull out a stack of laminated signs, find the one that says ‘Authorized Vehicle’, and toss it on the dash. As a walk briskly to towards the entrance I pause and see an assembled cross obviously made of Messa’s crux wood. I raise an eyebrow but proceed into the jail without inspecting it.
It is only an hour before I am to take my cross and carry it to my crucifixion. Messa and I had a pleasant night but I realize it was my last. Outside my cell Gunner and Bull are trying to find Tree.
“I called his truck and there’s no answer. I call the Motel and the voice mail says they are out until noon” Gunner says.
“What are we going if he doesn’t show up” Bull asks.
“I guess we get her start and hope he makes it before…”
“It’s two minutes after 11 and you assholes are whining about me not being here. God damn I thought you know me better than that” Tree growls as he walks in.
“Shit he is in a bad mood” Bull says. “He shaved!”
“You damn right I’m pissed off! I spent the morning getting my AC taken care of because you didn’t. Then I get here and find I didn’t have to the Tree estate because there’s another cross already in front of jail. I guess since we have two crosses and two women in the death row cell we may as well crucify both of them.
I grab Messa and cry “You can’t do that! She has done nothing!”
“You bastards! If you wish to murder me I will be honored to die on the cross with Barbara!”
“Relax; he’s fuckin’ with you, Messa. Barb’s the only one getting crucified” Gunner says as he unlocks the cell door. “Come on out and get dressed and I’ll run you over to the hotel so you can freshen up and put on what you like.”
He hands her the freshly dry cleaned clothes she wore when she arrived yesterday. After they leave I glare at Tree and say “I guess you thought that was funny.”
He shrugs…
Barb Moore –time running out
Tree
That would remain unspoken and Messa and Barb would not discuss Barb’s crucifixion that would take place the next day. What went on that night will never be known except by Barb and Messa for when Gunner was leaving the cell block he noticed a sting of cables and Cat-5 wires that had no business being in a rented obsolete county jail. He ripped them from the wall and dragged more than a dozen HD cameras and microphones with them. Gunner shut the door to the cell block and the women could hear him shout “Listen up you rednecks; I am a nigger with an attitude and some very big guns and knives. That is security tape I put on that door and it better be there and not broken when I get back in the morning or-
“Do you know what Rocky Mountain Oysters are? DO YOU… That’s right, they are pigs’ balls. Do you know what Ozark Mountain Oysters are? No? If that tape is not intact in the morning Ozark Mountain Oysters are YOUR balls! Goodnight gentlemen…”
So that’s why we don’t know what happened in Barb’s cell on her last night.
CRUCIFIXION DAY
After taking a shower I
I digress. I got up damn early. I get dressed and go to the front desk and ask the clerk if there is any place good for breakfast nearby. She says “You want McDonald’s or real food?”
“I think real food would be better. I have a busy day ahead of me.”
“Then just go a quarter mile east and you’ll find ‘Tree’s Family Diner’. If you don’t like the food you’re a damn Yankee” she says.
“I’ll give it a try. I’ve got a bit of time to kill. Is there a shop that’s any good with car AC? My truck’s has quit.”
“There’s none that I would trust on this side of the river. They are all owned by relatives of mine. Oh and how rude of me; I am Judy Tree. And yours is???”
“By coincidence most people call me ‘Tree’. I do have relatives around here.”
“Well Tree I know a bit about air conditioning from my time in reform school. Let me take a look at it” she says.
I follow Judy out to the truck. She can’t be a day over 21 and I’ve seen thong bikinis that cover more of her fine ass than her jeans do. I tell her hood-release cable is broken but I have pliers and can crawl under and open the latch. She says “That won’t be necessary.”
She opens a switch blade, wiggles it around, and the hood opens. She gives a low whistle then walks around the truck studying the rusted body and the flaking paint. She shakes her head and says “Honestly, Tree, what it will cost to fix the AC is more than what your truck is worth. I’ll give you a thousand dollars for it just because the tires are sort of new.”
“You are most generous” I say “but I need the truck today.”
I lean on the left side of the bed and she leans on the right side and purrs “You know that is a damn fair offer, Tree. What is holding… OH MY GOD! That is Messaline’s Premium Crucifixion Wood!!! You are The Hanging Tree! Granny told me about the dates you took her on and that cruise boat you took her on!”
“You’re Dorothy’s granddaughter? I hate to admit this but I never slept with her.”
Tree
“Did I call you grampa?”
Things happened fast after that. She takes me to breakfast at the diner that looked like a greasy spoon where I have the best breakfast I can remember. From somewhere out of her formfitting blouse and skintight jeans she pulls out an iPhone and calls someone telling him to meet her at the dealership. She drives me across the river to the Russellville Ford dealer where her fiancé meets us. He is going to loan me an F-350 Super Duty long bed crew cab 4x4 dually ‘King’s Ranch Edition’ with the Power Stroke Diesel. I ask him how much something like this huge black monster would cost and he tells me it’s ‘north of 75K’ but since I am family he’d let me have for an even $70K. I ask if that includes AC and he says “That’s funny! I don’t think you can get a truck without AC!”
I like the truck so instead of fixing the AC in the Dodge for a few grand I pull out my American Express card and buy the damn thing. We’ll do the rest of the paperwork later but I need to go back to the motel and get the crux wood and my tools and be back at the jail by 11 AM!
I have to remember not to get up this early again. It gets expensive!
Promptly at 11 I pull up to the jail and park the F-350 behind the Rolls limo. I look at the sign on the light post that says ‘parking for authorized vehicles only’. Fishing through my duffle bag I pull out a stack of laminated signs, find the one that says ‘Authorized Vehicle’, and toss it on the dash. As a walk briskly to towards the entrance I pause and see an assembled cross obviously made of Messa’s crux wood. I raise an eyebrow but proceed into the jail without inspecting it.
It is only an hour before I am to take my cross and carry it to my crucifixion. Messa and I had a pleasant night but I realize it was my last. Outside my cell Gunner and Bull are trying to find Tree.
“I called his truck and there’s no answer. I call the Motel and the voice mail says they are out until noon” Gunner says.
“What are we going if he doesn’t show up” Bull asks.
“I guess we get her start and hope he makes it before…”
“It’s two minutes after 11 and you assholes are whining about me not being here. God damn I thought you know me better than that” Tree growls as he walks in.
“Shit he is in a bad mood” Bull says. “He shaved!”
“You damn right I’m pissed off! I spent the morning getting my AC taken care of because you didn’t. Then I get here and find I didn’t have to the Tree estate because there’s another cross already in front of jail. I guess since we have two crosses and two women in the death row cell we may as well crucify both of them.
I grab Messa and cry “You can’t do that! She has done nothing!”
“You bastards! If you wish to murder me I will be honored to die on the cross with Barbara!”
“Relax; he’s fuckin’ with you, Messa. Barb’s the only one getting crucified” Gunner says as he unlocks the cell door. “Come on out and get dressed and I’ll run you over to the hotel so you can freshen up and put on what you like.”
He hands her the freshly dry cleaned clothes she wore when she arrived yesterday. After they leave I glare at Tree and say “I guess you thought that was funny.”
He shrugs…
Barb Moore –time running out
Tree
Messaline induced amnesia.... happens
One forgets everything when Messa is around!
That would remain unspoken and Messa and Barb would not discuss Barb’s crucifixion that would take place the next day. What went on that night will never be known except by Barb and Messa for when Gunner was leaving the cell block he noticed a sting of cables and Cat-5 wires that had no business being in a rented obsolete county jail. He ripped them from the wall and dragged more than a dozen HD cameras and microphones with them. Gunner shut the door to the cell block and the women could hear him shout “Listen up you rednecks; I am a nigger with an attitude and some very big guns and knives. That is security tape I put on that door and it better be there and not broken when I get back in the morning or-
Way to go Gunner!!!!!
After taking a shower I passed out went to bed early last night and wake up at six AM. I haven’t seen that time of day after sleeping since I was an altar boy. The room was better than I expected as the front of the motel looked like it did when it was built in the 1930s when the two-lane Route 22 was the road between Little Rock and Ft. Smith. The original rooms were kept as they were built with the only apparent upgrade being rusted window air conditioners hanging out the windows of each unit. Go through one door that should be a small closet there is short hall that leads to a…
Sounds like a Trump property ....
“You’re Dorothy’s granddaughter? I hate to admit this but I never slept with her.”
Tree
“Did I call you grampa?”
Oh Shit!
I like the truck so instead of fixing the AC in the Dodge for a few grand I pull out my American Express card and buy the damn thing. We’ll do the rest of the paperwork later but I need to go back to the motel and get the crux wood and my tools and be back at the jail by 11 AM!
Any chance I can borrow it?
“You bastards! If you wish to murder me I will be honored to die on the cross with Barbara!”
Messa shows her true colors.
Way to go Gunner!!!!!
After taking a shower I passed out went to bed early last night and wake up at six AM. I haven’t seen that time of day after sleeping since I was an altar boy. The room was better than I expected as the front of the motel looked like it did when it was built in the 1930s when the two-lane Route 22 was the road between Little Rock and Ft. Smith. The original rooms were kept as they were built with the only apparent upgrade being rusted window air conditioners hanging out the windows of each unit. Go through one door that should be a small closet there is short hall that leads to a…
Sounds like a Trump property ....
“You’re Dorothy’s granddaughter? I hate to admit this but I never slept with her.”
Tree
“Did I call you grampa?”
Oh Shit!
I like the truck so instead of fixing the AC in the Dodge for a few grand I pull out my American Express card and buy the damn thing. We’ll do the rest of the paperwork later but I need to go back to the motel and get the crux wood and my tools and be back at the jail by 11 AM!
Any chance I can borrow it?
“You bastards! If you wish to murder me I will be honored to die on the cross with Barbara!”
Messa shows her true colors.
Listen pal, Barb is in this predicament because you sent her to NW Arkansas on bogus information! So don't be pulling the 'Messa induced amnesia' thing to cover your butt!!!Messaline induced amnesia.... happens
One forgets everything when Messa is around!
I'll toss you the keys after you are crucified. And what a friend you have in Messa! If I were her I'd have said "It just ain't your day, Barb..."I like the truck so instead of fixing the AC in the Dodge for a few grand I pull out my American Express card and buy the damn thing. We’ll do the rest of the paperwork later but I need to go back to the motel and get the crux wood and my tools and be back at the jail by 11 AM!
Any chance I can borrow it?
“You bastards! If you wish to murder me I will be honored to die on the cross with Barbara!”
Messa shows her true colors.
True, but I think I was the one insisting on crucifixion (out of purely professional and legal reasoning, of course. I can't help it if I love my job.).Listen pal, Barb is in this predicament because you sent her to NW Arkansas on bogus information! So don't be pulling the 'Messa induced amnesia' thing to cover your butt!!!
No one can accuse you of doing the bare minimum just to keep your government job, that is for sure!
By the way Jolly, have you put some weight on your bones?
"I have and I've been working out. I don't look fat, do I?"
No not all!!! You look healthy actually...
Those dumb blonds may think doing THAT for Tree and his pals is required when visiting the Treehouse deck, but I know better. Getting naked is all you really have to do. Done that. Now pour me a glass of the good stuff please.
The rented obsolete county jail is near the Arkansas Route 27 bridge that crosses the Arkansas River to reach Russellville to the north. Barb will be crucified on a hill in the Riverview Recreation Area overlooking the river more than a mile from the jail. It really is an easy walk unless you are naked and dragging the cross you will be nailed to. Worse yet she has to spend her last ‘private’ 45 minutes with Tree…
Gunner was a good guy even if he is going to help crucify me. He gave me my last night privacy with Messa. I’d have loved to see those guards’ faces when he threatened to make Ozark Mountain Oysters with their balls.
Now Messa is gone and hours left are turning into minutes and I am alone in my unlocked cell with the man who will soon be pounding spikes through my limbs. I ask “Any chance of another course of that meal I had last night?”
He shakes his head and instead tosses me a pack Madame Wu’s. It angers me for some reason and I say “I don’t need this shit to be crucified!”
He takes his hat off, sets it on the floor, and then pulls off his sunglasses and tosses them in his hat. He runs his hand through his hair then stares at me. His grey eyes look tired but clear and after a silence that lasted too long says “I’m just trying to make things easier for you.”
I open the pack and find the lighter he gave me. As I light the Wu I say “I’m sure you are so you can sleep comforted that you did. That’s all this is about, isn’t it?”
“Believe what you want. I don’t suppose you want this then” he says to me as he pulls a bottle of my favorite wine from his cooler. I resist for at least a second before saying “Fuck it, open it!”
He pulls out a Swiss Army Knife, pulls out the corkscrew, and opens the bottle. He fetches a wine glass from the cooler and pours me a glass. I chug it down and he fills it again. I say “Tell me what happens.”
“You carry your cross to the hill and…”
“A bit more detailed, Tree; are there a lot people out there?”
“There weren’t a lot when I came in but I think the whole route to the hill will be lined with people.”
“There’s a ‘route’?”
“Yeah, the jail is in the middle of town and the hill is a bit more than a mile away on the north end of Dardanelle. Most of it is asphalt but the last quarter mile is uphill on a gravel and cinder running path. Are you used to going barefoot?”
“Somewhat but not a mile on hot asphalt… Is there press out there?”
“Um… I didn’t see Al Jazeera but just about everyone else is here.”
“Fucking great” I groan as I hold my empty glass out. “Are you going to give me your Executed Virgin Prevention Protocol?”
“I don’t think that will be…”
“I want my execution to be like anyone else’s execution” I say.
“Barb, are you sure you want to have sex with…”
“I don’t want to have sex with you I want…” Tree springs towards me faster than I thought he could move. I shriek as he grabs my arm twisting it up behind my back with one hand and grabs a handful of my hair with the other. He flings me onto the bunk ordering me on my hands and knees. Foreplay would consist of him opening his pants. With his thumbs he spreads my labia and I feel the head of his cock press into my not-ready vagina. He grabs my hips and I yelp as he spears me. He starts hammering me with long fast strokes. I look down at my tits swinging from my chest with each of his thrusts. The old fucker has more energy and stamina than I thought he would. Suddenly he grabs my hair and jerks my head up and back. He growls “Is this what you wanted?”
He’s not roll-playing. He is angry at me. I don’t answer and he pulls harder on my hair and yells “IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT, BARB?”
“Yes, yes it is! Fuck me like you would any convict” I grunt. I really do want it. I want to carry the cross as angry at him as I am the IMF. Still pulling my head back he reaches around my thigh and fingers my clit. By now I am quite wet down there. I don’t want him to do this and yell for him to stop.
“No chance, Barb” he hisses somewhat breathlessly “I want to see if you cum like every other condemned slut!”
The son of a bitch makes me come! He slaps my tight little as he pulls out and says “You have about five minutes. I suggest you suck down your last Madame Wu.”
It sounds more like an order than a suggestion and I think I need one.
He takes me from the cell and led me towards the door where I will take my last walk. I say “Why are you mad at me?”
“I didn’t say I was mad” Tree grumbles.
“You don’t have to. I know you well enough” I reply. I don’t know why I am fretting if I hurt his feelings. This is overwhelming me but I persist saying “Tell me why you are mad!”
“We will have time to talk later” he says. “Are you ready?”
“No”
“You have work to do. Are you going to walk out or do you need me push you out?”
I take a deep breath and step towards the door.
Barb Moore –scared shitless
Tree
Gunner was a good guy even if he is going to help crucify me. He gave me my last night privacy with Messa. I’d have loved to see those guards’ faces when he threatened to make Ozark Mountain Oysters with their balls.
Now Messa is gone and hours left are turning into minutes and I am alone in my unlocked cell with the man who will soon be pounding spikes through my limbs. I ask “Any chance of another course of that meal I had last night?”
He shakes his head and instead tosses me a pack Madame Wu’s. It angers me for some reason and I say “I don’t need this shit to be crucified!”
He takes his hat off, sets it on the floor, and then pulls off his sunglasses and tosses them in his hat. He runs his hand through his hair then stares at me. His grey eyes look tired but clear and after a silence that lasted too long says “I’m just trying to make things easier for you.”
I open the pack and find the lighter he gave me. As I light the Wu I say “I’m sure you are so you can sleep comforted that you did. That’s all this is about, isn’t it?”
“Believe what you want. I don’t suppose you want this then” he says to me as he pulls a bottle of my favorite wine from his cooler. I resist for at least a second before saying “Fuck it, open it!”
He pulls out a Swiss Army Knife, pulls out the corkscrew, and opens the bottle. He fetches a wine glass from the cooler and pours me a glass. I chug it down and he fills it again. I say “Tell me what happens.”
“You carry your cross to the hill and…”
“A bit more detailed, Tree; are there a lot people out there?”
“There weren’t a lot when I came in but I think the whole route to the hill will be lined with people.”
“There’s a ‘route’?”
“Yeah, the jail is in the middle of town and the hill is a bit more than a mile away on the north end of Dardanelle. Most of it is asphalt but the last quarter mile is uphill on a gravel and cinder running path. Are you used to going barefoot?”
“Somewhat but not a mile on hot asphalt… Is there press out there?”
“Um… I didn’t see Al Jazeera but just about everyone else is here.”
“Fucking great” I groan as I hold my empty glass out. “Are you going to give me your Executed Virgin Prevention Protocol?”
“I don’t think that will be…”
“I want my execution to be like anyone else’s execution” I say.
“Barb, are you sure you want to have sex with…”
“I don’t want to have sex with you I want…” Tree springs towards me faster than I thought he could move. I shriek as he grabs my arm twisting it up behind my back with one hand and grabs a handful of my hair with the other. He flings me onto the bunk ordering me on my hands and knees. Foreplay would consist of him opening his pants. With his thumbs he spreads my labia and I feel the head of his cock press into my not-ready vagina. He grabs my hips and I yelp as he spears me. He starts hammering me with long fast strokes. I look down at my tits swinging from my chest with each of his thrusts. The old fucker has more energy and stamina than I thought he would. Suddenly he grabs my hair and jerks my head up and back. He growls “Is this what you wanted?”
He’s not roll-playing. He is angry at me. I don’t answer and he pulls harder on my hair and yells “IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT, BARB?”
“Yes, yes it is! Fuck me like you would any convict” I grunt. I really do want it. I want to carry the cross as angry at him as I am the IMF. Still pulling my head back he reaches around my thigh and fingers my clit. By now I am quite wet down there. I don’t want him to do this and yell for him to stop.
“No chance, Barb” he hisses somewhat breathlessly “I want to see if you cum like every other condemned slut!”
The son of a bitch makes me come! He slaps my tight little as he pulls out and says “You have about five minutes. I suggest you suck down your last Madame Wu.”
It sounds more like an order than a suggestion and I think I need one.
He takes me from the cell and led me towards the door where I will take my last walk. I say “Why are you mad at me?”
“I didn’t say I was mad” Tree grumbles.
“You don’t have to. I know you well enough” I reply. I don’t know why I am fretting if I hurt his feelings. This is overwhelming me but I persist saying “Tell me why you are mad!”
“We will have time to talk later” he says. “Are you ready?”
“No”
“You have work to do. Are you going to walk out or do you need me push you out?”
I take a deep breath and step towards the door.
Barb Moore –scared shitless
Tree
This was a terrific piece of writing. Hot action underlain by confusion, surprise, but also compassion and sentimentality.
I may be on my way now to meet my end ... writhing naked high on a wooden cross, but my executioner is at once my friend as well as my nemesis, and now it would seem my lover too. He stands behind me, yellow hat pulled down, drink in hand, nails jingling in his pocket, as I go forth. I don't know whether to turn and kick him or kiss him.
Condemned and confused.
I may be on my way now to meet my end ... writhing naked high on a wooden cross, but my executioner is at once my friend as well as my nemesis, and now it would seem my lover too. He stands behind me, yellow hat pulled down, drink in hand, nails jingling in his pocket, as I go forth. I don't know whether to turn and kick him or kiss him. Condemned and confused.
Well done Barb!!!