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Barb Moore, Spy...
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I think I would have had tears...BUT THAT'S NOT REALLY POSSIBLE.
Right?
Damn fine chapter. Great tension.
Now we know why Tree drinks. Oh, and we care about Barb, too, of course.
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
I told you there was a conflict of interest!
Jolly 'just doing his job' as a prosecutor?
He is the Angel of Death, remember!So it depends what you mean by 'doing his job'.
Barb should go for appeal to a higher court because the prosecutor is no clear from the suspicion of a conflict of interest, particularly when it comes to demanding a death sentence.
THIS IS QUITE THE LITTLE CRUSADE YOU'VE GOT GOING HERE.
Don't worry Jolly, Special Counsel Robert Mueller has cleared you of any conflict of interest. He does want to investigate your Russian collusion and don't say you didn't know whose site CF is!!!THIS IS QUITE THE LITTLE CRUSADE YOU'VE GOT GOING HERE.
You would think my job is easy. I walk in, nail someone to a cross, and sit in a lawn chair and drink. I have a great business manager with Ulrika. If I had to do the paperwork I’d have been out of business years ago. But I fucked up this time. I broke my cardinal rule of a Master Crucifixion Technician and instead of handing this one off to another union member I crucified Barb. I take the UTV down to the town and stop at the first bar I come across. I tell the bartender to leave the bottle. It’s some of the rot-gut my cousin Tiny Hangum distills.
It is as smooth as Seagram’s but at 180 proof burns my belly when it hits. Why didn’t I just hand this crucifixion off to someone else? Memories of Barb and me fill my head and I just nailed her to a cross.
Istagger walk out of the tavern to the UTV and drive it up the hill.
So this is what being crucified feels like. It is painfully interesting but I don’t recommend you experience it.
I park my ass in my lawn chair and look up at Barb hanging from the cross. Her eyes are wet but I’m sure it’s from pain and no thought about me.
I should have never done this. Thoughts of Barb stopping at the Tree house and the fun we had on the deck. We’d argue politics (she’s a bit left of my views).
As the evenings wore on she’d loosen up.
By the end of the afternoons we would be having a pretty damn good time.
Don’t ask me for more details, you bastards. But now she is crucified and I fucking did it.
I look down my body. I am sweating heavily.
I glance at Tree. I can tell he is drunk even by his standards. It couldn’t be because he crucified me. Even if he doesn’t give a damn about me I remember times at the Tree house where I would debate the crotchety old fart. He doesn’t have a thought I can agree with but he’d listen and talk and never berate me.
Why am I feeling any kind emotion to the asshole that did this to me? It’s getting dark and I’m not sure if it his bones or the lawn chair that creaks as he gets up. He walks up to me. I say “Don’t you have a hotel to go to?”
“It’s a ‘motel’ but I’ll stay with you” he says.
“Why” I ask.
“Because I should have never done this to you; I should have given this to another technician” he says.
I am mad! I tell Tree “I am not a ‘this’! I am still Barbara Moore and we’ve slept together!”
“Barb, RR Entertainment is record…”
“I really don’t care, Tree. Next time I touch the ground I’ll be dead and being buried! Have you ever thought I might like to have a friendly face around while I die?”
“No” Tree says.
Barb Moore –he’s a nice idiot
Tree
It is as smooth as Seagram’s but at 180 proof burns my belly when it hits. Why didn’t I just hand this crucifixion off to someone else? Memories of Barb and me fill my head and I just nailed her to a cross.
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So this is what being crucified feels like. It is painfully interesting but I don’t recommend you experience it.
I park my ass in my lawn chair and look up at Barb hanging from the cross. Her eyes are wet but I’m sure it’s from pain and no thought about me.
I should have never done this. Thoughts of Barb stopping at the Tree house and the fun we had on the deck. We’d argue politics (she’s a bit left of my views).
As the evenings wore on she’d loosen up.
By the end of the afternoons we would be having a pretty damn good time.
Don’t ask me for more details, you bastards. But now she is crucified and I fucking did it.
I look down my body. I am sweating heavily.
I glance at Tree. I can tell he is drunk even by his standards. It couldn’t be because he crucified me. Even if he doesn’t give a damn about me I remember times at the Tree house where I would debate the crotchety old fart. He doesn’t have a thought I can agree with but he’d listen and talk and never berate me.
Why am I feeling any kind emotion to the asshole that did this to me? It’s getting dark and I’m not sure if it his bones or the lawn chair that creaks as he gets up. He walks up to me. I say “Don’t you have a hotel to go to?”
“It’s a ‘motel’ but I’ll stay with you” he says.
“Why” I ask.
“Because I should have never done this to you; I should have given this to another technician” he says.
I am mad! I tell Tree “I am not a ‘this’! I am still Barbara Moore and we’ve slept together!”
“Barb, RR Entertainment is record…”
“I really don’t care, Tree. Next time I touch the ground I’ll be dead and being buried! Have you ever thought I might like to have a friendly face around while I die?”
“No” Tree says.
Barb Moore –he’s a nice idiot
Tree
Wow!!!!!!!No one, and I mean no one, has ever done a better job of crucifying me than Tree just did in this chapter! Wet! Wet! Wet! Really good writing Tree. Not only on the crucifixion itself but on the interactions as well. What have you been drinking or smoking the last few days? The quality of the writing here is very high. Nice crux manip using my avatar too!
Days of our lives?
The young and the restless?
There are lines here that any daytime soap would die for!
But I don't care. I love the Stacey Keach act. I love the ass in the lawnchair. The remorse is adorable.
He's not the hard ass he wants us to think he is. He's actually quite a romantic. Love the sentimentality!
Take me down from this cross and I will be all yours Old Oak! 
Oh, and he's a nice idiot too.
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
“Tree, does this cross make my breasts look small?”
“No Barb you look beautiful!”
“You’re just saying that to make me feel good…”
Barb Moore –crucified
Some concern!
Funny ending of a great chapter!
THIS IS QUITE THE LITTLE CRUSADE YOU'VE GOT GOING HERE.
A crusade? After all this is Crux Forums, so why not?
I know it is risky. A crusade may end up then in a via cruxis.
(Well all right, in RL, I Always regard prosecutors suspiciously, since I often have the impression they do their job and duty with a kind of conflict of interest. On one hand, someone has to do the job, it is part of the justice system. On the other hand, not everyone is able or willing to do the job. But who wants do do the job of demanding to send someone to the gallows? Prosecutors often do their job with a radical zeal about law enforcement, that expresses their personal harsh view about justice should be done. In this story, this is remarkably put to the extreme, as Jolly demands a death sentence in the role of a prosecutor in the story, while the same Jolly impersonates the Angelus Mortis in his CF character).
Fair or not fair, it's what she wants. It's what she needs, it's what we all need. Make it worse? It will be bad enough. So bad it will be wonderful!
The whole crux experience is a test, not least the walk to the place of crucifixion. That physical feat of carrying the heavy wood, of parading your nakedness and struggling every step of the way, struggling towards that final meeting with the cross. There is something very affecting about it, about the slim woman struggling under that weight, watched but never helped, ever on to her fate.
You did good, Barb. That is great praise, from Tree. Now get on with it and make a good show.
windar
Teller of Tales
Who the hell are you, Mick Jagger? Arkansas doesn't have assisted suicide and even if they did, it would apply only to the terminally ill with a doctor's approval. I may have no choice but to get down there and save her. Sorry, Barb...And Tree, just because you feel remorse over it and have written some damn good chapters that you can be proud of, that's only the first step to coming over to the side of goodness and light.
Eleven more to go...
windar
Teller of Tales
There's been a lot of discussion lately in the US about the outsized power in the hands of prosecutors. Since something around 95% of cases don't go to trial, but are resolved bu plea bargains, they can ask for the maximum and force a defendant, especially a poor one with a public defender as a lawyer, to plead to a lesser charge, even when they are innocent. Also, there are a lot of cases where prosecutors have withheld important evidence that could exonerate the defendant and then later claimed it was "inadvertent" (they never seem to withhold evidence that helps their case).
Part of the problem in the US is that they are elected at the local level and the ordinary voter has a hard time judging the work prosecutors do. So the guy who vows to lock em up and throw away the key often wins.
You did good, Barb. That is great praise, from Tree. Now get on with it and make a good show.
You telling me it's time to twist and writhe?
Well, Phlebas has already been accused of aspiring to be Mick Jagger. If you twist and shout you can be the Beatles.You did good, Barb. That is great praise, from Tree. Now get on with it and make a good show.
You telling me it's time to twist and writhe?
Well, Phlebas has already been accused of aspiring to be Mick Jagger. If you twist and shout you can be the Beatles.
I just knew someone was going to pick up on that slow hanging pitch
windar
Teller of Tales
I just knew someone was going to pick up on that slow hanging pitch
Now we're getting into MY fantasy (hitting one out of Yankee Stadium).
That, Goldman, would require offering you a slow underhand pitchNow we're getting into MY fantasy (hitting one out of Yankee Stadium).
windar
Teller of Tales
And you would be just the one to do that. I've always known you were underhanded.That, Goldman, would require offering you a slow underhand pitch
Oi! There's nothing wrong with my meat and two veg!