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Wragg134 said:
You are going to get a significant number of demerits for that, Mr Repertor! :eek:
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You are in enough trouble already buster! Your ability to keep your nose out of demerit trouble rivals my ability to get into fatal trouble. :spank::spank::spank: Take that good scoundrel!!!
 
Barbaria1 said:
word from Al is that the mob is looking for some good-looking girls to work as hostesses at the big speak-easy over on 34th Street ... Al says interviews are at 10 am today, about half an hour from now."

"You want me to go undercover as a barmaid in a speakeasy?"

"It's a start; see where it goes from there. Al says to go around back, knock on the alley door twice, wait one minute, then knock six times. They'll let you in. Oh, and Al said 'hostess', not 'barmaid'. I think there is a difference, if you get my drift. So try to look the part, Moore."
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Moore vs the mob. I hope she gets what's coming to her.

Don Ernesto, a student of the mob's sordid history
 
Barbaria1 said:
"Hey, Boss!" shouted the hatchet-faced capo. "Look at dis! It's dah brunette on dah end's business card. It says: Barbara Moore, Reporter, Daily Herald!
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"Whaddaya know about that, Gino. New York's Herald Square *is* on 34th St. The doll who wrote this knows what she's doin'."

Don Ernesto, east coast mob boss, enjoying this tale of the good old days.
 
Barbaria1 said:
Rising abruptly to leave, the Don turned to Alphonso and speaking so softly I could barely hear him, "Al, kindly have the boys take Miss Moore to the cellar."
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"Serves the broad right for tryin' to finger some of the boys. I hope they work 'er over good. Do either of you goombahs remember Louie Frazetti'? We called 'im 'Three Lips' because some guy had busted his upper lip real bad when he was young. Anyway, Louie was never much of an earner, but he sure knew how to handle a dame who was givin' us trouble. I remember one cute little number he smacked around so bad that she offered to take on all six of us. And he never left a mark on 'er face. Poor fuckin' Louie -- he's doin' 15 to 20 in Attica now for multiple counts of aggravated assault."

Don Ernesto
 
Boccaccio said:
"Serves the broad right for tryin' to finger some of the boys. I hope they work 'er over good. Do either of you goombahs remember Louie Frazetti'? We called 'im 'Three Lips' because some guy had busted his upper lip real bad when he was young. Anyway, Louie was never much of an earner, but he sure knew how to handle a dame who was givin' us trouble. I remember one cute little number he smacked around so bad that she offered to take on all six of us. And he never left a mark on 'er face. Poor fuckin' Louie -- he's doin' 15 to 20 in Attica now for multiple counts of aggravated assault."

Don Ernesto
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I didn't mind her fingering this boy...:doh::doh::doh:
 
Barbaria1 said:
To begin with they just fired questions at me ... pinching and twisting my nipples, slapping my face or boxing my ears whenever they didn't like the answer. Then I got uncooperative and clammed up.

That was a big mistake. They pulled out a box full of electrical wires and clamps. While Melon-head cupped and squeezed my breasts, Neanderthal attached alligator clips to each nipple. The clips bit into my tumescent nipples and hurt like hell. I screamed and cursed as each clip was attached.
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"Get a load of those wise guys back then. They got maybe three light bulbs in all of Sicily, and they're gonna use juice on this broad. I gotta tell you, though, I wouldn'ta minded gettin' an eyeful when they shoot the juice through 'er tits!"

Don Ernesto
 
Barbaria1 said:
Yessir. We thought at first she might be working for the Feds
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This concern with 'the Feds' might be something of an anachronism given that the story is set in 1925.. J Edgar Hoover reportedly did not even acknowledge the existence of what we now think of as organized crime until well into the 1930's.

from Wikipedia:

"In the same period, {early 1930's} there were numerous Mafia shootings as a result of Prohibition, while Hoover continued to deny the very existence of organized crime.[30] Gangster Frank Costello helped encourage this view by feeding Hoover tips on sure winners through their mutual friend, gossip columnist Walter Winchell.[31] (Hoover had a reputation as "an inveterate horseplayer" known to send Special Agents to place $100 bets for him.)[31] Hoover said the Bureau had "much more important functions" than arresting bookmakers and gamblers.[31]

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But that's no reason not to zap her nipples.
 
Boccaccio said:
This concern with 'the Feds' might be something of an anachronism given that the story is set in 1925.. J Edgar Hoover reportedly did not even acknowledge the existence of what we now think of as organized crime until well into the 1930's.

from Wikipedia:

"In the same period, {early 1930's} there were numerous Mafia shootings as a result of Prohibition, while Hoover continued to deny the very existence of organized crime.[30] Gangster Frank Costello helped encourage this view by feeding Hoover tips on sure winners through their mutual friend, gossip columnist Walter Winchell.[31] (Hoover had a reputation as "an inveterate horseplayer" known to send Special Agents to place $100 bets for him.)[31] Hoover said the Bureau had "much more important functions" than arresting bookmakers and gamblers.[31]

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But that's no reason not to zap her nipples.
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Hoover knew better than to fuck with Tree's ancestors...

Good night all
 
Boccaccio said:
"Whaddaya know about that, Gino. New York's Herald Square *is* on 34th St. The doll who wrote this knows what she's doin'."

Don Ernesto, east coast mob boss, enjoying this tale of the good old days.
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"the doll who wrote this" ... I like the sound of that :p:D
 
Barbaria1 said:
I looked at the thing. His grip on my hair tightened and he pressed my face closer. The band, the laughter, the scraping of chairs, the clink of glasses ... all rang in my ears ... I opened my mouth and closed my eyes ... he moved his hips ... I opened wider; started to gag ... and then something snapped ... I did the unthinkable ... I bit him!
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It's like Redcap says. You just can't trust the media.
 
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