Of Goats and Forgeries
The
day before the meeting I got a cryptic phone call from my cousin Fay, ‘Whatever
you do, do not tell the story you used to pull that one on us!’, and she hung up
before I could ask her why or what was going on. Twenty-one further attempts to
get back at her proved unsuccessful, and the others were out-of-reach as
well...
So,
OK, I got the message, they were still a bit mad about me and my stunt, but that
mad?
And
were they trying to pull one on me as a form of revenge?
Like I cared... much.
I
was going to tell a story that night, or maybe they would find another excuse for
me to not tell them anything... but in any case I was going to be there and we would
share some memories of the ‘Good Ole Days’ like we had for the past three years
(almost).
So
when I got there I was bit disappointed, they were all laughing in a very good mood,
which meant that that last customer had cost me a good joke. I sat, made my order
and asked what was going on, and for answer I got...
‘Tonight
we’re talking about ‘Goats & Forgeries’, everyone who has a good story either
with she being targeted as ‘the goat’ of anything, or dealing with some forgery,
or preferably both of them, can tell her piece... and Mary here just told
us... Ehrrr...’
‘A good one?’ - I asked Hannah who nodded - ‘About
the (fake) 1941 Roadmaster?’ - Mary shook her head
while grinning – ‘About the two Marylander twins posing as just one ‘gal pal
du jour (or du week)’ on one of the Duchess’ frontwomen
in San Diego?’ - And they all shook their heads in synchrony (after joining Mary
in her grin mode)!
After
a couple more of (lame &) unsuccessful attempts I conceded and told Mary
that she was my guest for dinner in the following night...
‘So,
who’s next?’ - I asked.
‘Can
I?’ - asked Lee-Ann and we nodded or said ‘yeah’
– ‘Imagine the scene... I am alone in my home, watching something on TV, its 8 PM
and suddenly there’s this noise coming from the kitchen. Something fell and crashed
quite loudly, too loud in fact. OK, so I am not alone in my home... and the landline
is mute! (…) Cellphones weren’t yet that common, OK? (…)
Anyway, I stand up, put on a black shorts and T-shirt (I was wearing only a pink
set of lingerie) and decide to check, and as soon as I put my foot outside my bedroom...
two gals tackle me! One on my legs and the other on my waist, trying to trap at
least one of my arms in the process! And there’s this third gal about three yards
behind them aiming a gun at me and telling me to behave... with the safety of said
gun... ‘ON’...’
And
she described the scene, as how she fought those two gals
while the third kept yelling ‘I am going to shoot!’ over and over, and actually
pulled the trigger three or four times (and then looked at the gun with a ‘What’s
going on with this ****!’ face before she threw the gun at Lee-Ann!), while
Lee-Ann heard a fourth gal coming up the stairs!
‘So
I needed to finish things before that dame, who kept yelling ‘What’s going on?’,
as she came up the stairs appeared. I punched the brunette, a very good punch, and
she was out, then I grabbed the gun, put the safety on ‘off’ and grabbed the plump
girl as her friend finally appeared. ‘Shit’, was all that she said before she knelt
on the floor with her hands clasped over her nape. I released the plump gal and
made her tie up and gag her friends, with the whole lot of stuff they had brought
to tie and gag me, and then I took her to my room. I am not into bondage, but back
then I usually kept some rolls of tape... duct tape, electrician tape and even a
roll of bright red tape... ‘just in case’...’
‘‘Just in case’? Of what?’
‘Gina!
Come on! You live in a ‘good’ neighborhood and obviously
no one there knows what exactly you do for a living... and then one day or night
you are absolutely and royally busted by a noisy neighbor, or a concerned citizen, or....’
‘I
got it... my bad... it just... never happened to me...’
But,
by the look on the faces of many of the others at the table, I wasn’t the only one
who hadn’t been so lucky! Interesting...
‘In
a few moments I had a tight package in silver and black, I left the red tape for
their gags and blindfold, as I led her back to the corridor. A little tape here
and there and I had four tightly tape and tied and gagged co-eds as my... (…)?
What?’
‘Co-eds?’
‘I
know what you’re thinking Dora, what you all are thinking. ‘Nancy Drew’,
right?’ - and we all nodded – ‘Quite the opposite actually.
I took a good look at them... four girls, in the late teens or very early twenties,
dressed as casually as possible for a hot Saturday morning in
sunny California. The tallest one,
the brunette, was wearing tiny blue jeans shorts and a white T-shirt, with a black
bra underneath it; the plump gal wore black jeans trousers and a green T-shirt with
the Rolling Stones’ tongue on it; the black babe (she was easily the most beautiful
of them four) wore a pink T-shirt and a white Bermuda shorts, lastly, their leader
(or at least the one who bossed them from downstairs) was a thin gal with long thin
legs, that were for all to see since she wore a black shorts that was halfway through
the first gals micro-shorts and the buxom babe’s Bermuda’s one, plus a blue T-shirt
with the logo of some metal band I never heard of. I checked their wallets and was
really surprised with...’
At
that moment she just had to make a pause, the waitress came with my order and the
others made new ones and there was a... incident, with a drunk guy in a table to
our left, and none of us had to help the barman to throw the guy out in the street,
but we stayed quiet for like five to ten minutes. And when we resumed...
‘A
picture of me, taken secretly a couple of days earlier, was in all their wallets.
In the purse of... Mmmmm... Brenda
(the ‘leader’) was my rap sheet and their plans for kidnapping me... so they
could have your truly as their goat...’
‘For what?’ - asked Fay and
Mary together.
‘Girls...
four young gals, one black, one thin, one plump and one brunette, working
together in the mid-to-late 90’s? Oh come on! (…)? Alright... here’s a hint... ‘Wes
Craven’.’
‘The ‘Ghostfaces’??!!!’ - me and Dora
said at once.
‘Themselves...’
- But then she saw that some of us didn’t knew of whom she was talking about – ‘In the summer of 1997 a band of four gals did a string of robberies
in the ************* area. They always wore skintight
black clothes, like some mimics do, and the same ‘Ghostface’
mask; they were very efficient and cunning, choosing well their targets and leaving
next to nothing as a clue or evidence for the cops behind them... and as quick as
they appeared they disappeared... never to be heard from again...’
She
can be a such a tease sometimes!
‘Truth
is that they were lucky amateurs... how did I and Dora
knew that she was talking about them when she said that there was a brunette
and a black girl among them? The plump gal and the thin one were distinctions that
were only enhanced with skintight costumes... but their
skin colors or hair colors?’
- I said/asked.
‘Once
they had a wildcat in their hands, some bratty daughter of a very good big
bucks lawyer, and she managed to dislodge one of the masks of her assailants as
they fought to tie her up as they had done with the rest of her family,
revealing the color of the hair of one of her
attackers, and in another occasion... well... one (and more) too many martinis
made a housewife think that her half a dozen self-defense
classes had turned her into the American (and white) version of Chun Li... She
did manage to rip part of the black t-shirt she was wearing, revealing her
black torso and brown bra. In both cases the... uncooperative victim got an
upside (and suspended) tie-up, in the buff, in a crowded (with clothes) closet
as a ‘reward’ for her behavior.’ - said Lee-Ann.
‘Not
very professional...’ - said Sondra.
‘Please!
They were just thrill-seekers! Four girls who wanted big paychecks
to pay for their clothes and trips and... You know those bank-robbing surfers
led by Patrick Swayze in that movie? Something like that... in a ‘co-eds only’
fashion that is...’
‘So
they were... (…) Ehrrr...’
‘Unprofessionally sadistic, Hannah?’
‘Yeah,
they were... that... with any victim that wasn’t exactly a piece of cake
to deal with?’
‘No.
They always made sure that, wherever was the place they would strike at...
mostly houses but in one case a jewelry shop...,
there would be at least three people to deal with while ‘cleaning the house’.
And when the police, or whoever else, showed up to find their victims and free
them, they would always meet people bound and gagged in their undies...’
‘WHY????’
‘Because that way it was more fun? Who knows? They were sadistic little
*****, not pros... like I was, Fay, much to
their chagrin... anyway, back at the story?’ - We nodded – ‘So... I had four
captives whose hands were like door knobs now, but before I decided to do some
search I thought that it would be better to split them... The brunette went to
the closet of my room, I somehow managed to carry the plump girl to inside the
closet of the guest room, the ‘leader’ found herself bound to the banister of
my staircase, and the black babe was left in my basement. All with rope
reinforcing their helplessness and making sure that they were stuck wherever
was I left them, and then I went outside to find their car(s)... Today I would
check their Facebook accounts but back then..., even
SMS was in kindergarten... their wallets provided some stuff... but it was the
trunk of the plump girl’s car that gave me everything about them, including why
they had tried to capture me.’
‘You
said it already, to have you as their goat.’
‘But
for what Hannah? And why?’
None
of us, especially Hannah, could answer that one.
‘Their biggest and last heist! A hundred grands
at the very least! They had it all planned and, in fact, their string of
robberies was just for training purposes, and to give a good smokescreen for
the police and insurance companies! It turns out that they had their eyes
looked on some jewelry, that would be available for one night only at a private
party at a manor where the mothers of two of them worked, for a few months...’
‘Hold
on... all that you’re telling us... was available in the trunk of that car?’ -
asked Dora.
‘No.
I got some details later, during the interrogation I put the girls under... but
what I found (besides more photos of myself), was the diary of the plump girl!’
‘Oh
come on!’ - said three of us at the same time...
‘And
she had it all...’ - I started.
‘Right
from the moment they started their plans for their first job... or adventure,
as it had ‘Adventure Log’ written in pink letter on its cover...’
We
looked at her as if she was pulling our leg... she wasn’t.
And
one by one we started to laugh. After a few minutes, and a lot of snorting,
coughing, smirking and grinning and such, Lee-Ann resumed.
‘It
turns out that, for reasons unknown to them, they had attracted the attention
of a police detective... Paola DeSantinni, ever heard
of her?’
‘Six
feet one of raw and pure athleticness, with little
fat on her body and yet... knowing very well how to catwalk on high heels, even
if she still don’t do it regularly?’ - I asked.
‘Long
and curly (!) black hair and matching black eyes, pouty red lips always begging
for more lipstick and a waist only seen in comic books?’ - Irma asked.
‘Who
keeps as a personal trophy, down to putting it on a wooden picture frame above
her large king size bed, the gun with which a loser tried to kill her in her 21st
birthday?’ - Dora.
We
then looked at each other and, fairly obviously....
‘I
never heard of her!’ - We said at once.
‘Very
funny... Anyway, she was the one that was investigating their string
of robberies, and they were fearing that she was onto
them. She had, somehow, managed to find them and was making too many questions,
raising too many suspicions (even among the other members of their sorority).
So those amateurs needed a diversion, a goat to take the blame for their ‘big one’,
and they were looking for it. She must have used twenty pages of that log just
to try to find a way to divert Paola’s attention, each new idea dumber than the
very dumb previous one... until one night, a couple of weeks before that day,
(…) Ehrr... Cindy (the brunette) and Kesha (the black girl) went to see a movie in a
mall... and saw me.
Now
Kesha didn’t knew who I was, but Cindy
was from my home state and happened to have an eidetic memory... a photographic
memory... and my escape from the slammer had been quite publicized at the time
it happened, even if it didn’t made national news. To their luck that mall was
really far from where I lived, and when the movie ended I had to take a cab
back home. A little bribe for the driver and they knew my address, a little
stalking and they managed to take a lot of pictures, my ‘third eye’ wasn’t yet
what it would become ten years later, while they dug all the info they could
about me... the perfect goat for their plans...’
‘Which
were?’
She
looked at Irma, took a deep breath and, without any emotion whatsoever
in her voice:
‘They
would kidnap me and keep in their power for three days, and then it would be
their ‘big night’, their biggest heist, they would rob clean the ladies
attending a meeting... an annual gathering of sorts... and before they left but
after they made sure that there wasn’t any camera recording their actions...
they would pick me from the trunk of one of their cars and make me touch a lot
of stuff in the place with my hands unprotected...’
‘Oh
come on!’
‘One;
CSI and other shows that popularized forensic procedures weren’t available and;
Two... Amateurs, Charity, skilled and efficient enough to successfully
overpower a number of victims like five times their own but amateurs
nonetheless, the whole lot of them!’
And
she grinned so evilly after she said that...
‘Soooo...?’ - asked Gina.
‘I
got in touch with a gal I knew... The Ballenero
Tower...’
‘You
didn’t do that!’ - said Hannah as she put on a face like she was holding
herself to not burst out laughing. She really had to get a hold on herself!
After her, somehow, managed to compose herself she explained to the others who
was that gal...
Yeah,
I knew her...
‘La
Torre Ballenero is... was a tall woman, she’s
been under the radar for so long that I don’t even know if she’s alive or not.
Well... she was a handler of people, among many other things, and always did
her job right. ‘Here, there’s this guy or gal, a sturdy linebacker and/or a
curvy cheerleader or..., that I would like to be NOT SEEN by anyone for the
next... two weeks’ and you could be sure that for the next two weeks he or she
or they would vanish in thin air. In some cases she would provide the ‘extraction’
herself. I told you that she was tall... and strong, very strong. 99% of the
time she was ‘Ms Professionalism’... but... if the person she was supposed to
take care of was... say... a blonde beach bunny...’
‘An
eye candy secretary...’ - I added.
‘Or
any woman above the legal age but under 40 that was, to put it simple, more
than just pretty...’ - said LeeAnn as
she shook her head - ‘...then she’d play with her...’
‘Play? As in...’ - asked Fay in the
name of the others.
‘You
know those bondage stories in which the villainess(es)
spends more time binding and gagging the poor miss(es)
damsel(s)-in-distress in various positions, over and over and over again, than
anything else like doing something actually profitable?’ - I said.
‘Oh...
so she didn’t...?’ - asked Hannah.
‘Well,
technically it was a sexual assault... which caused her to have a bad fame...
But which made her very suitable for my needs. I called her and hired her to
take care of them four for... five days, and break them and scare them into
never ever try anything on that side of the law. I needed to relocate
and do some stuff before I disappeared, and in order to convince them to fund me
with the gains of their crimes...’
‘Yes?’ - asked Sondra.
‘Well... Ballenero
dropped by 11 PM, I fancied myself by packing my stuff and having a bath and a
dinner while I waited for her, when I wasn’t checking on the effectiveness of
the bonds holding down my captives that is, and in a quick time she had them
roped up inside her SUV (that she parked inside my garage), I told her to spare
no rope and she did just that (without any help from my part!). Four rope (and aside that barenaked)
mummies wriggling quite pathetically... in the cargo area (three of them) and
one in the backseat (Kesha, of course), and
off she went... after I told her to make them sure that they were having
the worst time of their lives... before they were sold to a brothel down the
border...’
‘YOU...!!!!’
- Mary stood up, Gina and Dora held her and forced her to
sit back in her seat, she huffed and puffed for a minute before LeeAnn intervened...
‘Mary, only one of them knew
how to use a gun... and they had pulled a total of nine jobs with unloaded
guns! And they were so overconfident that they saw me, ME!,
and thought: ‘Oh, she’s just some lame ******* hillbilly **** who got
incredibly lucky in her seven-months-planned escape from the pen. Of course we, high and mighty and good (way too good to be
true! Aren’t we?) ‘Ghostfaces’ will fool the
LAPD and the world by using her as our goat...’, and did a lot of stuff, too
long a list for me to tell you gals without bothering to death, that made me
quite clear that they weren’t fit for that life!’
‘So you taught them a lesson, granite
hard-rock tough love style?’ - I asked.
‘And got a little revenge for whatever
they.... or just that plump girl... (...)?’ - started Fay.
‘Hmmm, Carrie.’
‘For whatever Carrie alone
wrote about you in that diary? And got some money, from their
pockets, to pay for your new identity in the process?’ - finished Fay.
‘Yes to all.’ - and we all looked
at Mary.
‘You devil... but I can understand
you...’
LeeAnn just smiled before she resumed her tale.
‘I told Ballenero
that I was going to show up at her address by noon the next day, but before I
had to do something... namely pay a visit to Detective DeSantinni...’
‘Why?’, ‘What?’, ‘Were you high?’ and
other phrases soon composed a horrible cacophony as we all assaulted LeeAnn at once, aiming our incredulity at her
in loud tones!
‘In spite of the bull... that she had
wrote on that diary, there was enough in that to make ME sure that their...
fear about DeSantinni knowing the truth about them
was more than just paranoia from their side. And what if she had them under
surveillance? Could I had been caught in some picture
with my amateur stalkers in hot pursuit of me? Turn out that the answer for
that question was a sound ‘YES!’... as my visit to DeSantinni proved...’
That was enough to shut any
disturbance that we were preparing to launch at her.
‘It was surprisingly easy to get inside
her apartment. No cameras, no doorman or anything close to that, no fancy and/or
difficult locks to pick... I just went there and got inside... puff! Just like that!
It was about 2 AM by then, and Paola was in her room, sleeping. Just to be sure
that she wasn’t going to be an issue I pulled my taser
from my backpack and had her out for good in no time, and then I pulled a lot of
zip cuffs and went to work, five on her legs (a big one to keep them folded and
the others to keep them together with the ankles crossed), four or five on her arms,
three on her torso and four strips of black electrician tape over her lips, she
was sleeping with a very wide black sleep mask. It took her like ten minutes to
awake and put on a show for me, bucking and jumping and jerking up and down...,
she is one of those folks that really hates to be tied up!’
‘I know!!!’ - me,
Irma, Dora and Sondra said at once...
‘Then YOU tell us about the time(s) you
met her when it’s YOUR turn to tell a story! In any case...
I harrumphed after a couple of minutes of she playing and she stopped playing the
bronco right away. ‘I am not here to do anything to you other than I already done,
so cool off. I will do my stuff and you will be ‘free’, so to speak, to try to free
yourself when I am gone, but not before... or I will leave you spreadeagled and buck naked for your fellas
to find you...’ and she stayed put as I took a peek at her notes... It was worst
than I thought!’
‘She knew about you?’
‘Yes and no, Mary. Yes because there were like five pictures
in which I appeared, two alone and three with one of the ‘Ghostfaces’
trailing me... (...) I hadn’t developed the ‘sense’ yet, OK?...
In any case, they knew my face but did not knew, yet, my
name (But were looking for it). There wasn’t a single clue about who I was anywhere I looked, and in fact she was after the co-eds
due to a ‘hunch’ of hers other than factual evidences or clues or even suspicion.
I gathered a few of her stuff for myself and then I put on a show...’
We all looked quizzically at her.
‘I was going down anyway, it was a matter
of time (actually it had already happened but she did not knew
it and thus so didn’t I) before as name, my name, could be attached to the picture
of the ‘mysterious gal’ the suspects, her suspects, were trailing that past
week... In case you don’t know the ‘Ghostfaces’ attacked
the families of two major donors of ******* ***********’s last political campaign,
so there was a lot of pressure over the whole police force to bring them down, but
DeSantinni was the only one that, thanks to her guts
alone, was in the right trail... and since I was going to have all the
fruits of their ‘labor’... why not? I decided to have
them off the hook... So I pretend to spurt and choke and... laugh...’
‘LAUGH???’
‘Laugh, as in ‘I can’t control
myself!! I have to laugh for the whole world to hear me!!! But I can’t do that
right now...’, and for a minute or two I went on, until I saw that she was, as
she did, buying my act... Next I grabbed my cellphone
and dialed a nonexistent number, and as the recorded
message kept telling me that the number was wrong and that blah-blah-blah...
I took a conversation with someone called ‘D’ in which I mocked ‘her’ for her
fears, since the ‘great detective’ that she was sure that was hot on ‘her’
trail...’
‘Was actually trailing some suspicious
co-eds?’ - I asked.
‘Yes...’
‘And she bought it?’ - asked Sondra.
‘Why wouldn’t she? She had nothing on
any of the four save ‘facts’ that were perfectly explainable to anybody else,
and when she showed up at the precinct hours later she heard about me and who I
was, and that they were missing, she actually feared for what ‘those foolish
four’ had gotten themselves into... she was by then really mad at me and
wanted to know who the **** was the person who had verbally abused her, she did
wanted some revenge and that made the ruse work so well, but she probably never
told anyone about it...’
‘...Of course not! It took her over a decade for the
guys and gals she worked with to stop taking her for her looks, that are
fantastic by the way, and start to actually respect her... and that was yet to
come so she didn’t wanted to play the ‘damsel-in-distress’ for anyone!’ But you
wanna know something, LeeAnn?’
- and all eyes were now locked on Sondra
– ‘When it was my ‘turn’ to deal with her she actually thought that I
was you!’
‘Same here’ - said Irma, and me
and Dora nodded as we answered to the mute question the others made to
us. Then Irma looked at LeeAnn and
asked the obvious question – ‘Just what exactly did you said to her to get her
so mad at you?’
And LeeAnn
answered that question...
Mary had to ‘cool off’’, with a little help
of Gina and Fay, and I excused myself and went to the ladies
room. I checked my messages and the most recent one was from my ‘spy’ and was
the confirmation of my suspicions, they had plans to pull a BIG fast one on
me...
Tramps!
I put on my best poker face and
returned to the table as LeeAnn was resuming
her tale.
‘Anyway... At some point I pretended
to ‘control’ myself a little more and struck a deal with her, I would ungag her and make a few questions, she wasn’t going to try
to scream or anything else and in return I would remove the zip cuffs from over
her arms and replace them with her own handcuffs, and I would leave the keys by
the door of her room. Said and done, we talked as I pretend to not be able to
take her seriously because she was seriously believing that ‘my buddy’ was a
co-ed and she told some stuff, mostly about the attack of the ‘Ghostfaces’ that had turned them into one of the police’s
top priorities... I said that ‘my buddy’ had been ‘terribly unprofessional’
that night... but in the end she gave me the info I feared the most. They had
my fingerprints! Fortunately for me IAFIS was but a dream... so I still had, or
I thought I had, some time left... Right... By noon my picture was in all TV
channels! And so were the ones from each one of the Ghostfaces...’
‘I remember that... say... So your
real name issmmmorrggmmphhh...???’
- started Gina.
Dora had her handgagged as she
looked straight to her eyes.
‘LeeAnn,
her name is Lee-Ann-Win-ters... is that clear?’
Like I told a hundred times before, we
really don’t want to know the ‘real/actual’ name of the others. We could
know that if we really wanted to... but we decided to never pursue it.
I won’t tell you what he had to say to
make the waitresses (and some patrons) look weird at us after Dora’s
quick reaction, let’s just say that if we weren’t already seen as the most ‘colorful’ bunch of regular patrons of the place, after our ‘explanation’
we became just that!
‘Anyway, when I dropped by Ballenero’s place it was next to impossible for me to get
out of there, at least during daytime. So I made my offer to the girls, and
with what little I had stolen from DeSantinni to back
my claims that the police was hot on them I managed to learn where they hid the
money and stuff they had achieved with their actions...’
‘Under the bed of
one or two of them?’
- asked Gina.
‘No, in a trunk in the basement of the
house that was their sorority. You know those Russian dolls that are made of
wood and can be placed one inside the next one?’
‘Ah... Matryoshka
dolls!’
‘That’s their name, Hannah?
Anyway, there was this big trunk whose key was hid inside a pillow in Brenda’s
room. Inside it was a smaller trunk whose key was dangling around Kesha’s neck. Inside it? An
even smaller trunk whose key was one of many held by a key ring strapped to Carrie’s
backpack. Finally, inside it was a... box? It was slightly bigger than two shoe
boxes piled together, and its key was in a drawer in Cindy’s room. To
their surprise, and Ballenero’s, I told them what
they should tell the police when they were found... In short, they were needing
some money and saw me, and believed that I was still a ‘pathetic hillbilly
loser’ and decided to capture me for the reward instead of tipping the police
about my whereabouts, and found out that there was a long distance between the
real ‘me’ and the ‘me’ they thought I was... What? I got more money than I
needed to start over just with the jewels they had collected! And I could see
that they had learned their lesson... Ballenero made
me see the pictures, but I only did so in order to check if she had ‘gone too
far’ with any of them. That Mexican gal is nuts! Positively nuts! Patently! But
save for a lot of cramps I don’t think that any of them four actually suffered
a thing... And the police was going to believe in it anyway, they knew who I
was... with a little push from ‘our’ side...’
‘Our side?’ - asked/teased Charity.
‘Yep. Two days later I dared to go look for
their loot. Easy stuff, there were some reporters and other people that I had
to avoid but..., save for Cindy’s roommate (A skinny redhead, with three
small piercings in her nose and a big one on her navel, whom I left hogtied in
the buff... I used strips from her fluffy towels after I surprised her leaving
a bath, inside the tub) nobody saw me. Ballenero had
her fun for a couple more of days, the girls got mad at me when I told them
that DeSantinni was actually alone on her belief that
they were the ‘Ghostfaces’ (and thus I ended up... helping
Ballenero for a full afternoon) and she left them
inside a stolen limo (that the police didn’t took more than twenty minutes to
find). By then I had struck a deal with a fencer and just had to go to the
deepest bottom of the sea for a few months... Not that much of a bother, during
which I learned this and that...’
‘Yeah... but you forgot the ‘best’
part!’
‘Well...’
We saw the quick exchange of snaps
between LeeAnn and Irma with genuine
curiosity, they were friends from ‘back then’ but not used to that sort of ‘exchange
of words’ (at least not in public). But soon it became obvious
that Irma wasn’t actually serious when she ‘accused’ LeeAnn
of inadvertently ‘meddling’, for worst, with a job that she was working
on...
...with the story she had just told
us?
‘The annual
gathering that was to be the greatest job of the ‘Ghostfaces’
hadn’t they tried to use her as their goat? My goal and target for like three
months of my life. A long forgotten loser, whose name I will not say, hired
help for this ‘Golden Opportunity’ that he had heard
of. Five friends, all alumni of the same Ivy League college, had decided to
promote a meeting to discuss ‘the good old days’ once a year. All five were
pillars of the local society, ‘salt of the Earth’ and dames of unblemished
reputation, and once a year they went to their bank vaults, picked their most
valuable jewels and showed off in all their glory. It wasn’t a public event nor
did it appear anywhere in the media, five rich hags and their
multimillion jewelry in one of them’s inner sanctum for one night only per year... Of
course, their insurance companies demanded that their meeting happened with
some hired protection around... And that’s how we were going to get our access
to their ‘sparklers’...’
‘How?’
‘By replacing the men and woman sent
to protect them, Gina!’
‘Come again?’
To be honest, it was at that moment
that some of the others started to realize what was the story
she was telling us. Me? I was more worried about how I would counteract
their plans against me that night, so it took me a little longer to see it...
That’s not a lame excuse but a fact! (Back to the story?)
‘Well, Charity... Guys... It
turns out that instead of hiring a big and well known firm for the job of that
year, the lady in ‘charge’ of that year’s meeting was a bit short of money...
so she hired a recently established team of ex-military fellas...’
‘A mom and pop
business?’ - And Irma
nodded, so Sondra looked dumbfounded at us before she returned her gaze
to Irma – ‘The insurance companies allowed it to happen?’
LeeAnn just raised the palm of her hand in
the ‘stop’ sign.
‘They weren’t informed about that
little bit... Anyway, the guy hired me and three more and had the help of his
girlfriend too, and we all called each other with Greek letters: our boss was ‘Alpha’,
his second in command was ‘Beta’ and then there were ‘Gamma’, ‘Delta’ (yours
truly) and ‘Epsilon’, the girlfriend was called ‘Baywatch’, because she was
blonde and busty and looked good in a one piece (blue) swimsuit... (?)
She did some small modeling jobs for a living and one
night ‘Beta’ and ‘Gamma’ went to a strip joint and there she was, on an add by
a wall with other barely clad gals, I can’ recall about what was the add itself
(I saw it a couple of weeks later). Anyway, Alpha seemed to have it all
planned down to the tiniest detail. Plans of the manor we were going to strike,
or from the manors of the other ladies, or of the building where the ‘mom and
pop’ company was located? He had. A list of all the jewels the ladies had in
their vaults and that could be ‘available’ to us that night? He had it too. A
profile of all people that was going to (or at least supposed to) be there that
night? You name it, he had it. And some of the stuff came straight from an
insurance company that was linked to one or more of the ladies! So we planned
and waited and waited and... came the day when I was
supposed to strike my first big one. I already had a reputation of being
reliable and good with a gun and behind the wheel, but I hadn’t did anything ‘BIG’ yet. Just some stuff here, by the docks,
down the border, beyond the hills and back... but nothing that could make me
the subject of some small talk at Moe’s or The Looney Gun. And Alpha and
Epsilon arrived to our meeting point with a ‘guest’ inside the trunk of Epsilon’s
car... the sole granddaughter of the hostess of that year’s gathering...’
‘You sound like you were not expecting
that.’
‘None of us was,
he kept saying that he had ‘an ace up his sleeve’ but didn’t tell us what it
was. Guns? ‘Here’. Cars? ‘Here’
and ‘here’. Uniforms (for when the four guys would pose as the security crew)? ‘That
pile over there’. ‘But what is your secret ace boss?’ - She said in a
weird and mocking imitation of her own voice – ‘And he would only answer... ‘Maybe
I will use it, maybe I won’t, but in any case...’ and he would move his
shoulders up and down for a moment before putting a bold smug on his face...’
‘Awww
no! NO!!! HIM???!!!!’
Charity’s outburst attracted a little more
attention than we wanted. She whispered a name in Irma’s ear as we
waited for a while as we pretended that we were talking about our lame old
flames of our college days (none of us ever went to one...), Irma nodded
and Charity just said ‘total Loser with a capital ‘L’ that deserved what
he got in the end!’ about ‘Alpha’.
‘Anyway... Alpha told us that
he was... hmmm... Eve’s latest ‘friend with benefits’; Baywatch got
jealous almost instantly when she saw the girl (not as ‘hot’ as Baywatch,
but more than just ‘pretty’) but he slapped her and she ‘cooled’ off; and that
he just wanted to be sure that the lady of the house we were going to ‘visit’
that night was going to be cooperative to our demands... Neither of them
told us where they had grabbed her and why she was wearing only a purple set of
lingerie besides the duct tape. In any way... off of the trunk she went, in
Epsilon’s arms and carried in bridal style, and to a swivel chair inside a
closet in Alpha’s room, we called it his ‘office’ but aside a desk and a
couple of chairs it was usually bare. We saw Baywatch having an argument
with Alpha, which he finished this time with a ‘come here’ kiss, and he
dismissed her as he had to make some phone calls, and time passed a bit slowly
as me and the others played some poker while Baywatch sat on a stool,
put both elbows over both knees and her chin resting over both clenched fists
while she kept her eyes locked on the closed closet door. At some point
we heard Alpha saying ‘****’ and in the next moment me and the guys were
taking some boxes from a back room and piling them on his office. ‘Just in case’
he said cryptically, and I took a peek at one of the boxes and it had clothes,
for men and women, in it.
Then it was time to use our ‘secret
warranty’, a cardboard sign (with ‘Please do as they say!’ written in bold
black letters on it) was placed on Eve’s lap. He just opened the closet
door, put the sign on her lap, took a couple of pictures before he made a
close-up one of her face (with a Polaroid camera), rotated the chair to check
on her rope bonds, rotated the chair again to wave goodbye at Eve and
closed the door... It was 2 PM and we had a long afternoon and night ahead of
us... And, of course, Baywatch didn’t wait to see us leaving to return
to Alpha’s office...’
And she told us a tale of a heist well
done. How they had overpowered everybody at the small security firm; how she
had tied up and gagged the only three women there (two secretaries and the sole
woman on the security crew assigned for that night’s job); how tight the
discreet uniform looked on her body (She’s the tallest of us all, isn’t she?,
which made her force one of the secretaries to help her look for a more
suitable one); how the men made sure that the actual owners of their ‘new
identities’ would not interfere, while she just mummified the already well
bound dames to different places in the large office of the place; how they
showed up at the address and let it all happen smoothly for the next three
hours; how she and Gamma had then overpowered the three maids and the
cook of the place, that she said had obviously seen better days in the past;
how Alpha made use of the Polaroid pictures to enforce the cooperation
of the lady of the house who then allowed her friends (and escorts) to walk
into a trap... Sigh... and I still hadn’t realized what story, under a totally
unexpected viewpoint, she was telling us!
Well, the others... all of them...
didn’t realized it, so they didn’t found odd that I, of all
people, was so ‘disconnected’ that I couldn’t see what she was talking about.
Which made them be
off guard when I made my move...
Anyway, she quickly told us why none
of the five dames were gagged (‘Too risky given their age’), how Epsilon got ‘enchanted’ by the escort of
one of the old ladies (‘a real looker with big teary
brown eyes’) and how Alpha and Beta started arguing about the jewels,
‘cause Beta wanted to check on the
other rooms of the place, especially the private ones of the lady of the house,
in search of ‘more stuff’. Alpha told
her to make sure that none of the cars from the guests and house crew would
work and off she went to tear cables from the engines of all seven cars, and
was suddenly grabbed and handgagged by this pretty
cop who aimed a gun ‘microns away from my left ear’ as she was warned to
behave…
‘But how could I know?’
‘It was your fault!’
The exchange went on for a few more
jabs among them until Charity decided to intervene, and me and Dora helped her. The next moment those two
were facing an angry me (LeeAnn) and an
angrier Dora (Irma) as Charity addressed Irma in a
very cold tone.
‘Care to explain why you blame LeeAnn blame for the interference of that cop?’
‘Three years later I was on an ‘art
sale’ operation and there was this guy, a real idiot, who was ecstatic
about his ‘HOT!’ new girlfriend and arranged to introduce her to us. The
girl, whom he called ‘Adeline’, was none other than DeSantinni...
By the way, she looks really volcano divine in black leather pants! I saw her
and she saw me and... there was a ruckus while me and
one of the other guys’ babe tied her up. The whole operation was obviously
compromised and some of the guys wanted to get out ‘now!’, other wanted DeSantinni
dead and others wanted to salvage what was possible. All the
ruckus ended when two of the ‘strong-arms’ of our group said to everybody (but
me, since DeSantinni was putting on a fight!) ‘Any
************** who make us accessory to murder will become the reason why we
will be wanted for murder!!!!’, and then we all went on ‘salvage’ mode. Me and
the bimbo half-dragged/half-carried her to a back room where we spared
no expense to melt her to a solid hardwood armchair... (…) Okay, I wasn’t
interested in helping the boys carry all the stuff and plan and such... my role
on the ‘operation’ was... acquisitions and not transport, and
none of them knew her so if it wasn’t for me...’
‘So you decided to slack up?’ - asked Sondra.
‘Well I did question her about how she
had learned about her ‘boyfriend’ and other stuff, and she kept herself mute.
The dame... what was her name?... Pris...
Priscilla (?)... she went by ‘Prissy’, but I don’t
know if that was because of her name or her attitude, and she was a bodybuilder
(one of those big ones)... Anyway Prissy walked away of the room with DeSantinni’s pants on her right hand (and knew very well
that they would never fit her, she was only 5’3” to start with!) and I had her
all to myself... So I let her blew some steam and then I tried to question her
but she, sitting on that throne...’
‘Throne?’ - asked Mary
and Dora together.
‘Yeah, the place we were using to
gather and stash our ‘stuff’? It was a studio for a porn movies company that
had recently gone bankrupt... Very interesting posters all around... And
for whatever reason that they might have, they made this solid... mahogany (?)
chair and bolted it on a square platform, it looked like a throne, and we found
it in a very dusty room. Me and Prissy are having a little trouble with
the frenzy (and bound!) wildcat in our hands and Prissy turns to me and
says: ‘Let’s tie her to the throne!’, and I complied... and after she huffed
and puffed on a mewled fashion, and found out that she was stuck for good, I
warned her about bothering me with useless screams for help, removed her
multilayered gag made a few questions to her about how she had found us, how
much she and her many partners knew about us and such, and she kept quiet. And
then I asked her about how the **** she had appeared all of a sudden out of
nowhere and threatened me that night, she tried to ignore me but, in the end,
the treat of being found hanging upside down in the buff proved to be very effective...
and she told me everything... AND IT WAS YOUR FAULT!!’
‘How?’
‘So... she managed to find the key to
her own handcuffs and freed herself... right?’ – And we all nodded – ‘And after
a looooong reflection she decided to keep it, the
attack against herself on her own apartment, to herself. She somehow managed to
sleep a little and in the following day she went to her division and heard the
big news... The mystery woman that her suspects were trailing was a
dangerous wanted (but not well known) criminal! And all co-eds were missing! A
few hours later a tip from one of her neighbors
led the whole police force to her house. They found nothing but a lot of
fingerprints from the co-eds... They went to the sorority the girls lived and
found out that they had done a lot of research on you, but only on the parts
that were of public dominion.
Their research showed how dangerous you
actually was... It did not took much for her superiors to come up with the logical
conclusion... Four co-eds, needing a lot of money ASAP for various reasons,
spot a wanted criminal that they know very little about and decide to play
Velma & Daphne (squared) on the... miscreant?’ - We laughed and she
got a playful jab on her left arm from Mary for that one – ‘And now they
were all missing. Truth be told the way things were at
the moment she could have fallen for it like everybody else, after a long
period of ‘Could I have been wrong all along?’ mulling and pondering, but no...
the humiliation she had just suffered made her sure
that she was on the right track somehow, if she was wrong than she’d admit that
she wrong, but she had to be SURE of it. The weird arrangement she found
in the sorority, when she went there to investigate the attack on one of her
(still) suspects’ roomie, all those different boxes
one inside of the other, made her even more suspicious... and so her captain
gave her two days to stop it... or else! She checked all the clues she had and,
she had to admit it, none was a smoking gun one and could be the ‘proof’ that
her hunch was right or that the general opinion about the co-eds was right.
Except for this
little thing about the girls cars having been spotted on the same neighborhood many times in the week before their
disappearance. A
little more digging and she found that the mother of two of them had worked in
one of the manors of that region of the town, and both had been fired, in the
very same day!, under a scandal that made them lose any chance of working on
such kind of place in the whole state... So, what the hell? If she was wrong
she’d have to work a LOT to earn the respect of her captain back, but if she
was right... and all because of the *********** she went through while your
captive!’
LeeAnn looked around and saw that we agreed with Irma.
Her anger issues, as she would admit (eventually), had gotten the best of her
that night...
Could DeSantinni’s
actions had been different (as Irma said that the busybody had claimed
to her) if LeeAnn’s ‘visit’ hadn’t happened?
Honestly, who knows? But with what little we knew about the whole story we all
sided with Irma, including LeeAnn!
‘Ok... before you return to your own
version of ‘Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead’...’
‘What? (...) What are you talking about
Charity?’
‘It’s an old movie with Gary Oldman and Tim Roth, showing the story of Hamlet by the viewpoint
of two minor characters of the story...’ - Hannah explained to us.
Irma didn’t like to be called a ‘minor character’, but let’s face
it, that’s what she was in the whole business! But that was what made her
story so interesting!
‘...As I was saying, before you return
to the story you were telling us, what happened after she explained to you why she
went there in the first place?’
‘As if I would leave
a loose end behind!’
- she dared to say adamantly!
And we all looked at each and coughed and
harrumphed out of synch, creating a little ruckus that attracted too much attention
(not that we did mind at the moment)...
‘(You bitches...!)...
Alright, maybe I left a few...’ – We got ready to start a new round of coughing
and harrumphing - ‘I did it in the past, fine, but not tonight! (…)? So she went
there after her captain told her not to, and as she’s passing in front of the manor
who she sees, dressed as a valet, leaving one of the cars
parked in front of the place?’
‘Hold on, the gate of the place, it was
that close to the house as it was in that TV movie?’
‘Even closer, Mary... 20 yards tops!
And the place was well lit! (…) So she saw Gamma and he saw her... she was
in her own car and wore civilian clothes (she was a detective after all) but he
still read her clearly, and got himself on guard and kept an eye on her. She parked
her car in front of the next door neighbor’s gate and
pretended to be there on duty, flashing her distinctive to a camera so she
could get admitted inside... and went straight to the phone to call for back-up!
As for Gamma he decided to go back inside and see that we were all gone in
less than five minutes, he even tried to warn us about her! But right at that moment
Alpha and Beta started their chat!’
‘And like in the TV movie, when she called
her boss... (?)’ - I asked.
‘It wasn’t like in those movies were a
fell from grace cop, or one who feel in a good prank, calls the precinct and the
whole force is there to hear his complaints or rants... but the captain wasn’t alone
in that room either. She ended up having to shout like in the movie: ‘Alright! I
was wrong! But guess who I just saw dressed as a valet?’,
with a lot more cursing and swearing than they showed in the tube...’
‘And the captain’s reaction was like in
the movie?’
‘No, Gina, that was another case
of ‘creative liberty’ from the scriptwriters, you know how it is... He asked for
confirmation, with a little disbelief from his side but only that, and she just
remind him that he had Gamma’s ‘wanted’ poster in one of the walls of his
office...’
‘And what about the birdwatchers’ stuff?’
- asked Mary and Fay.
‘According to her it was real... the multimillion
CEO, and his two granddaughters, that lived there was a birdwatcher, and not a peeping
tom, and he had this collection of books about birds, paintings of birds (some very
rare and pricey) and... A dozen or more binoculars! He even joked that it had to
happen a crime next door for the little girls (ages nine and ten and not six and
seven as they were in the movie) to finally touch one of his goggles... And
DeSantinni, at first, had no intention at all to move
away from the window where she found herself after three minutes inside that place,
but then one of the little girls saw this ‘ugly dude with a big nose’ and she pointed
the lens in the direction she was told and saw... Epsilon... and she told
the old man to prevent the girls from seeing anything more, told her captain who
else was in the manor next door with Gamma and...’
‘She knew... ehrr...
Epsilon?’
‘Gina! She was Robbery & Homicide!
Who worked there and didn’t knew to whom belonged that face after what he did to
those girls in Malibu? She saw that ********* and pried the goggles from
the little girls’ hands before anything else! And then she went there, jumping the
wall between both estates with the help of a butler... Okay, flash-forward to the
point she told me all that years later, I thanked her for having explained that
bit to me and played nice: no dirty socks (hers!) inside her mouth for packing,
just nine or ten wide strips of microfoam tape until from
the nose and eyes down to under her chin she was all white, a kiss on the forehead
and I went to join the boys... we left the place less than five minutes later and
she was found like four hours later... she managed to grab three or four of the
gang, including one of the women, but it was the other one she wanted to catch really
badly... I wrote ‘Oops I was caught again!’ on the tape with her lipstick!’
After we laughed Fay made the obvious
question...
‘Hold on... isn’t/wasn’t it a Brittney
Spears’ song?’
‘Almost. And it wasn’t on the top ten anymore but
still... the reference stuck! For years!’
And Sondra and Dora nodded
at my affirmation... DeSantinni probably is, to this very
day, also known as ‘Officer Brittney’ by those who don’t like her... which
are still many.
But it’s much better than her previous
nickname, ‘Officer Gwen(doline)’!!!
‘Well... so I went there and opened a
hood and took some cables off of the engine, and did it three more and
suddenly... Behind YOU!... Three seconds too late...
she was a couple of inches smaller than me but she had me, but good, and there
was no way that I could be able to free my arm (that she was twisting) as she
whispered to me: ‘Let’s lie down on the stony ground, shall we?’; and then...
to the surprise of us both we heard a distinct cocking of a gun and a male
voice saying: ‘Great idea detective DeSantinni,
please be a doll and do it right away...’, and it was Gamma’s voice, of
course. She tried to argue but he cut her short: ‘I have no intention to see
you or anyone else hurt, you have my word on that, but if you delay us any
further so the reinforcements you obviously called before you came here manage
to arrive then... I am afraid...’, and she let me go and I turned around with a
good punch already packed... But Gamma said (over DeSantinni’s
shoulder): ‘I meant it when I said that I wouldn’t let anyone get hurt if it
wasn’t necessary!’, and his eyes mean it!!!
So, I unpacked the punch, extended my arm without any harm intended alongside
my body, and he helped me cuff her hands behind her back as he told me to put
her in one of the car’s trunk while he went back inside to warn the others...
She barely protested as I opened a trunk, and then she thought that she could
try something…’
‘Did she put on a fight?’
‘She tried, Hannah, but I had
her hogtied and gagged with what I still had of scarves in my backpack, Alpha
had made us bind the old dames and gag the rest with LOTS of it (we used rope
and tape for the bindings on them), and I looked at her lying and said ‘Nightie night’ and closed the lid, right on time to see the
others running to our awaiting car… and that’s when I also saw the reflexes of
three shining things in two different windows in the manor at my right, Alpha and Gamma saw it too. And then we all saw the flash of a camera! So we
went to the van of the security firm and left, but less than a quarter of a
mile we saw a dame getting into her not so fancy (compared to the others we had
just seen) house’s garage, and we saw that there was another SUV parked inside
it already. Five minutes later the dame was writhing on the floor of her own
garage, I and Beta took care of her
with what he had left of the scarves
and some tape, and the others transferred everything we had in the van to the
SUV, and we left in two cars. The most precious bag, the one with all the
jewels we had took from the dames, was firmly in Alpha’s grip all the time…
We arrived at our base, got the cars
inside and left them, and we went to the floor (it was like you may remember a
two story building) and the boss called for Baywatch…
nothing, no one answered. He called again and again and in the end he told us
to go look for her as he put the bag on a table and started to sort out its
contents. I went straight to his office, and there she was…’
‘Baywatch?’ – asked Mary, and Irma blushed so adorably before continuing her tale…
‘I have to confess… that I did not
recognize her at first. I mean, there was this swivel chair (the only one in
whole building), and there was a naked gal tied and taped to and on it. And the
only gal I had seen in such a circumstance over that chair was… the
granddaughter...’
‘Eve?’
- asked Fay, Irma nodded and we all laughed at her!
Honestly, have you seen the pictures? Of Eve and Baywatch? Come on! Busty vs.
small to medium breasts, 5’9” vs. 6’2”, long hair versus short one… Well it was
when Hannah said something about the
hair that Irma managed to shut us
down and continue the story…
‘She had a canvas sack on her head,
okay? I saw a bound and taped naked body and a huge sack where the head was
supposed to be, and the sack was tied and knotted around the neck, not too
tight so she risked to suffocate even if she didn’t moved an inch, but tight
enough so she couldn’t dislodge it on her own. I yelled, ‘I’ve found her!’ and
as I approached the chair I realized: ‘The breasts are bigger than they should
be’, ‘Where did that tattoo came from?’ (A black and
white bald eagle above her navel) and finally ‘She got smaller?’ and I worked
on the knot to remove the canvas sack from the head… and the teary eyes of Baywatch looked back at me over a very
tight black electrician tape gag…’
‘And Eve? She was really inside the closet?’
‘Yes, Dora, and the moment I pulled the sack over Baywatch’s head, like one-and-TWO!, she got out of it wearing blue jeans trousers and a black T-shirt
and carrying a gun which she aimed at me. And then I heard the cocking of two
other guns, and saw that all the others had joined us in the ‘office’, but Beta and Gamma had led the way… and now Alpha
and Epsilon (respectively) were
behind them and holding guns against the base of their skulls! ‘What’s going
on?’ I remember to have asked… And ten minutes later Beta and Gamma flanked me
as we lay sitting on the floor of the ‘office’, quickly but very efficiently
taped up and gagged by our traitorous business partners… In the meantime Eve cut all rope and tape that held Baywatch’s trapped body against the
swivel chair, and put her on a hogtie in front of us, and they all were
grinning and laughing as they left us, but then Alpha had an idea and knelt by Baywatch’
side and left a few jewels in a pile at her left… ‘So you can never say I never
gave you something’ and then they left…’
‘Did you hear the shots?’ – asked Sondra.
‘No, and I didn’t saw Epsilon’s corpse either. Later I would
learn that he didn’t liked that Alpha
left those ‘gems’ with Baywatch, even
after he learned the real reason behind his actions (!), and started to demand
that they returned to the office ASAP, but since Alpha and Eve had a plane
to catch and he had already outlived his usefulness, and was a leering piece of
*******(!!!), Alpha
shot him and they left the building. Back at the office we four were frantic
trying to free ourselves, but the tape was holding and so it would for hours.
And the way they had intertwined our ankles would make it impossible for any of
us to stand up! I was starting to drench in my own sweat when I realized that Baywatch was worming
her way towards the three of us, and she came closer and closer… and she passed
us and went to the pile of clothes we were using before we put on our ‘working
clothes’ (the clothes we used to invade the security firm), and suddenly she’s
trying to grab Beta’s left shoe?
She had to make some contortions of
her own, the hogtie was one of those really ‘arched’
ones, but she grabs it and starts to hit the shoe against the floor… one, two,
three… and in the fourth a blade appears from right under the toes stay. I and Gamma looked at Beta and he simply shook his shoulders. Ten minutes pass and Beta and Baywatch (who were lovers going back a month or so and were, as you
know, planning to betray us all as well), are free and while Baywatch is trying to see how well MY
CLOTHES fit on her body (Eve had
forced her to shred her own ones), Beta
(who was the son of a guy who made jewels), grabs one of those monocles to
appraise the gems and starts to dismiss one after another the few stuff Alpha left for Baywatch. ‘Fake, all fake! Not a single one of them is real!’ and
soon, as Baywatch finally found
something to wear (Gamma’s blue
T-shirt and Epsilon’s trousers) that
suited her tastes; they discussed what should they do. Free us? Not a chance…
Run to the airport (since they also
had a flight to Rio de Janeiro, Alpha’s
most obvious choice of destiny according to both of them, booked for that
night)? Yes! And so that ****** added more tape to my body while Beta did the same with Gamma and they waived goodbyes as they
left smirking at us and he complained, with reason, that if that meddlesome cop
hadn’t showed up, then he would have been able to force Alpha to let him take a look at the gems, but while Baywatch enjoyed Copacabana he would
find that lying ********** and would make him PAY!!! As you all know, Eve had a friend in Barcelona that
could sell those jewels… I was there, on the airport, when Baywatch managed to return to California after Beta left her behind (and penniless), but that’s another story…’
And we all turned our eyes to Fay after Irma aimed hers at her.
‘You swear you had nothing to do with
them at the time?’
‘I only met Carl like a semester after that night!’ – Fay answered.
Irma
looked at her for a
moment, dismissed any revengeful thoughts she could have been brooding all
these years against Fay (she swears
that there weren’t any, but she’s Irma!
We know her!!!) and then went back to her story after
a loud sigh.
‘But at least, as she was trying to
free her real lover, she undid the mess that kept our legs weirdly piled
together and, when she taped my ankles together, she didn’t cross them. So with
a little effort I was able to stand. Gamma
just shook his head as he tried to say ‘don’t do it’, but we were both very
well gagged… And I ignored him anyway… ‘If the old geezer wants to stay behind
it’s his problem!’ I thought. So hop and hop I went, and as I was getting out
of that room… TUMP!!! I collided with, I thought, was a solid rock wall!’
‘But it was…’ – I started.
‘Who else? Kodiak, and the two other Big
Bears were right behind him. He managed to grab me and thus he prevented me
from falling backwards, but in the next moment he’s carrying me bridal style as
we get back to the room! And they were all talking and saying ‘Boss this’ and ‘Boss
that’ to Gamma! And before I could
understand anything they are handling him like a dozen cellphones,
none was of the same type than any of the others (!), and he only looks at me
as if examining an exotic butterfly in a collection before he says: ‘Take her
and keep her there until we can find
out if she’s trustworthy’, and before I realize it I am inside a trunk heading
who knows were… with more rope and tape restraining even further my body! And, ‘though
he could get there in half an hour from where he started, that *********** left
me in that smelly trunk for over three hours!’
‘But… did you hear… that?’
‘Let’s not place the cart before the horses,
okay Mary? (…) Good. I was kept bound
and gagged for the most part of the next three days, and let me tell you one thing
to those who didn’t have the ‘pleasure’
of such an experience… it’s really boring after a while, not to mention the cramps.
I never knew who was the girl that… ‘took care’… of me. But since it wasn’t you Fay… (Not a chance?)… then
I’ll have to find a list of Tombstone’s girlfriends of the time… Let’s just say
that whoever she is she’ll have the same problem that I had with sitting on hard
surfaces for a while… yeah, she really enjoyed spanking me…’
‘I know who may have that list…’
And thus for the next five minutes Irma had only eyes and ears to Dora, who happened to know a guy called ‘Phil
something’ who used to work at Moe’s, but had left like six years before, and who
happened to have the proverbial ‘super-memory’. He knew the addresses and phones
of pretty much every girl who had worked at Moe’s since 1978! He was the place’s
accountant, real nerdy fella with a ‘big mustache and bigger nose’, and since (with very rare exception)
Tombstone only dated girls that worked there, before his wedding…
After she milked Dora of every detail she could use to find that ‘Phil’, Irma resumed…
‘Don’t worry girls… I just want to make
her, whoever she is, have trouble to sit for twice as long as I had for a while…
but back to the story… three days pass and then (since I was kept blindfolded as
well), I feel a pair of hands undoing the knots and rope pinning me to the bare
mattress I was ‘enjoying’ at that moment. But while they are definitely a pair of
woman’s hands, they’re not the ones I got ‘used’ to. They’re bigger. And then I
am grabbed bridal style and took away from, what I know today, was the secret room Tombstone so much uses to this day.
Where is it I don’t know, but I know that it’s not in the main house of his ‘farm’,
since she had to carry me under the sun, and with some wind around us, for a while.
She took to a room and then inside a bathtub, she finally undid my bonds and I removed
the gag and blindfold myself and found myself looking at…?’
We did not answer that question.
‘Demoted Debbie… I didn’t know who she
was, just that this big and mean gal was now towering me and I was naked inside
a tub. She said: ‘Have a bath, I provided some clean clothes for you and they’re
making some grub. After you’ve eaten you’ll learn a few things’ and left me. Forty
minutes later I was seeing my own version of Lord Jones’ confession…’
Can you believe it? She was the mysterious…
(?)
Come again? You never heard of Lord Jones?
(Kids these days…!)
Alright, back in the early 60’s there was
this guy, Lightning Jones, happening in the area between Savannah and Dirty City,
pulling job after job. One day he went to rob this dame and… well that part was
never clear to those not directly involved in it. Somehow, a dame that, at the time,
went by ‘Mrs. Olivier’ knew that he was going to rob her and set a ‘tender trap’
for him. And he suddenly thought that he was in some cheap Hollywood love story
and that he had found the girl of his dreams, but ‘Mrs. Olivier’ was a married woman,
in a very unhappy relationship with an abusive husband and…
Yeah, yeah, I know…
To make a long story, about which I have
but speculations to offer to you, he and she planned the ‘perfect crime’ and set
to steal her jewels during a private dinner with some friends. He found some goats
that could do the job, and take the blame for it, with him, set things in motion
and… was arrested in New York City after trying to sell ‘cheap glass’ to a pusher,
getting involved in a brawl with some friends of the guys he had used and finding
that ‘the girl of his life’ had left the cheap hotel room they were staying at,
after discovering where he kept his money. While he was being booked she was cleaning
his two or three bank accounts… It took the now branded (at least for a while) ‘Dirty
Jones’ decades to get most of his previous reputation back, and with it a new alias,
‘Lord Jones’, thanks to his behavior toward pretty much
everybody else.
About five years before that night he made
some very bad investments, got scammed, and lost most of his money. So he had to
go after small jobs for a while as he tried to, once more, get himself back on his
own feet. That’s what Alpha saw when he
approached him to offer his services… An experienced guy desperate to get some self-respect
back!
How he knew that Alpha was the latest one, after a list of five accomplished thieves
that the ‘respectable Mrs. DuGrand’ (her third husband’s
family name) used to get very profitable checks from various insurance companies…
Well, he took that to the grave with him…
But he knew that she, somehow, had gotten
in touch with him and that in a matter of weeks his ‘ruse’ of a ‘down-on-his-luck’
criminal was finally going to pay…
He never lost a cent! Not a single one!
He pretended that he was going to fall on some white collar scheme and, the very
night before he was supposed to lose his money, he and a pair of ‘friends’ visited
the Wall Street guy who was trying to embezzle his money…
The guy NEVER left the Big Apple (but where
his remains are located is still a mystery).
And the two ‘five numbers’ prostitutes
that were with him that night left that life, after a three months period of
total disappearance from the surface of the Earth (literally), and ended up living
boring normal & ‘honest’ lives on this side of the country…
But it seemed, to all people interested
(including the FBI and any PD on both coasts), that he had gotten away with tons
of money, and that Lord Jones was one of his victims!
He spread his web, patiently, for years!
Waiting for the girl he once had called ‘My Love’ to be in need of some cash, fast,
and if you believe what Jocasta has to say about it, she caused her some financial troubles that
set her in search of the next ‘duck’…
According to Irma, he honestly didn’t know
that she had a granddaughter that was just like her grandma, there were two or three
meetings of Alpha and Eve in public places, but who was that girl?
He didn’t manage to find out (she lived in another state and only met him when she
showed up to visit her grandmother). But he knew about Beta and Baywatch (the video
Irma watched had some very interesting pictures according to her),
and about Epsilon… And he didn’t knew a thing about Irma herself!
‘Can you believe he made it sound that
it was MY fault that I spent those days wrapped up for present? ‘Your
penchant for secretiveness was your downfall’ he said, ‘It took me a lot of
effort to find out if I could be honest with you’, can you believe in it? But, after
the video, two things became crystal clear to me… I was supposed to ‘play dumb’
for a while, let anyone who would end up knowing that I had taken part on that heist
(as few as they would be) think that I was in deep ****, with ‘Fingers’ Oswald…’
‘Him???!!! Were you mad or what?’ – asked Charity.
‘More like desperate to be such an idiot…’
– I added.
And we soon remembered, just among us and
leaving Irma outside that talk, the ugliest
bits from the uglier stories about that loan shark. After nine or ten minutes we
all aimed our disbelief at her, who was fuming mad at us. She told us that she was
‘just 23’ and that she had the ‘right’ to be that stupid for once, and only once, in her life…
‘Anyway… the video ended with him promising
that the person that would free me would
have a very suitable alternative for me to pay my debt with ‘Fingers’. I just turned
around to see Deborah holding a sleep mask in her hands. ‘Put this on’ and I’ll
drive you there…’ she said. Forty-four minutes later she told me to remove the mask,
as we were being admitted inside a garage of a very cozy
house. We left the car, that wasn’t hers but of the real owner of the place (a blonde
mid-forties lawyer with ‘just’ a couple of pounds that she could lose very graciously),
as she grabbed a pile of files from a bag between the backseat and the driver’s
seat. She handed it to me and I took a peek, it seemed a ‘how-to-rob’
ten or more different houses in different areas of LA, each one belonging
to a different woman…’
‘They were… ALL of them?’
‘Yes, Fay, three were quite the lookers and the other weren’t ugly by far…
and all were just hoping that ‘I’ would
pick her for one of the five robberies I was told to ‘commit’…’
‘Why????’ – asked four of us at once.
‘Like I could tell you girls what
Deborah promised them in return of that ‘little favor’… I did get suspicious, really suspicious, about the whole story.
Remember, at that time she was just some tall gal that liked to wander around and
add a new alias to her list. She was more known in the East than here in the West…
That would soon change, but at the moment
all I had was a bunch of files too good to be truth, a dame that was more and more
looking like Wonder Woman’s evil big sister and the need that I had to pay what
I owe to that… Not to mention the video that I had just seen showed a guy that I
respected, but honestly thought that had as his ‘only real possession’ in this world
a decaying trailer, wandering around his French
Riviera manor (one of three around the world!)… I needed something real up fast!’
At that moment we received our last orders,
and we did promise to our regular waitress that we would pay any extra time the waitresses would need to stay after
‘regular closing hours’, the mid-twenties brunette girl tried to hide it, but it
was fairly obvious that there was mischievousness in the air… and that she was
part of it.
‘So Deborah just clapped her hands twice
and, from the second floor of the house, we were in the living room on the ground
floor, came the owner of the place. She was wearing a see-through set of underwear
that was both slutty and yet beautiful, it fit her very well and she had a body
to use it without reservations. She talked to me and it became clear that it was
a win-win situation, in her eyes at least.
I was supposed to tie her up and steal the money that Deborah had given her that
very day, for the tie-up part she was actually craving that I did it ‘tight!!!’, and for the robbery she wouldn’t
have any real loss and there wouldn’t be no insurance fraud
for her to worry about. Deborah then told me that the rule applied to the others
I would choose, they were more than just fine with any form of tying them I would
came with, and there wouldn’t be any real legal trouble for them…
But, since in one or two cases I would
NOT be using a mask… they would be able to identify me… I never felt so much terror
as when she looked me straight in the eye and said ‘Pay attention, besides… ‘Debbie’ here, I managed to convince twelve
girls I do love to allow themselves to be the excuse you’ll have to pay for
your stupidity. You will tie them up, make a mess of their places and steal the
money I gave to them for that little act of ours… Nothing more, or you’ll wake-up
after a six month punching induced coma, and it will take you years for be able
to stand and run, as it is obvious that you want to do as soon as I leave this room…’
and then she turned around, grabbed the older woman in a fireman’s carry and went
up the stairway, when she reached the top of the stairs she stopped and said without
turning her head to me, ‘I’ll give three hours to study the files and make your
choice, pick five of the dozen I gave you!’, and as I sank to my knees the lawyer
just waved goodbye at me…’
‘Why? (…) Oh, no, don’t tell that…’
‘She was teasing me, deliberately provoking
me, in order to get her ‘extra-tight’ bondage a few hours later? Exactly, Sondra. But
I only realized after I cinched the last knot of an over an hour work of restraining
the blonde, and I realized that she was thanking me under the jawbreaking gag and I just wanted to grab my ‘Sucker!!!’ diploma.
Anyway… Eventually, I grabbed one of the files, and then
other, and another… I don’t know how she did it, it was like she had a form or the
likes, but she even made the women answer questions like ‘Any law enforcer officer
living nearby that you know of?’ (With the address and distance of him/her to
the woman’s own address)! So I started to pick my chosen ones. Another lawyer, a
designer, that one worked on the (local) board of a bank, that other on the (state)
board of a food company and, lastly, that one did remind me of Baywatch… And when I realized it, four hours
and a half had passed!
I looked at the stairs, unsure if I should
go upstairs or not, and after ten minutes of wait I knocked at the door. Through
the door came an answer…: ‘You took your time, didn’t you?’, and then I heard a
weird sound, like a muffled giggle. And then she said: ‘Suit yourself with the fridge
if you’re hungry, I’ll be downstairs in about an hour, now go! GO!’. I went to the kitchen and dinned something that, I believe,
was a Japanese recipe with a fruit salad for dessert; next I cleaned everything
and went to see some TV. I was watching a rerun of a police show from the 80’s when
she materialized at my side on the couch. ‘Your picks?’ she asked, I gave her the
files and then the ones of the women I had ‘rejected’, and she? ‘After you’re done
here, go to ‘Fingers’ and propose him exactly what I told you. Remember, 8K from
each woman and you take what you need to close your tab with him with the last one.
I’ll call you later to know what your exact debt with him is’ and she left the house.
I went upstairs and the lawyer was having a bath, yeah… the classic damsel-in-distress
scenario, caught after leaving the bathroom wrapped in towels… One hour and twenty-seven
minutes later it was my turn to want to spank real bad a woman, that Salami-Woman in front of me… no other but
her!’
‘And ‘Fingers’?’
‘Well, when I showed up, four days late
and with that little money with me he
wasn’t very receptive, but as soon as he learned who I had just robbed… I said that
it was a ‘blonde lawyer from Pennsylvania’, he asked: ‘Her name?’ and I gave it
to him and he smiled, did he smile! It turns out that his brother ex-wife’s lawyer
was none other than the blonde and he almost thanked me after I told him what had happened… So, yeah, I had spent the past
three months promising him that there was this big heist that I was working on,
no it did not involve ‘Lord Jones’ in any way, yes like him I had been double-crossed
by my partners… but unlike him I had a
back-up plan, namely six dames whose houses were just begging me ‘Rob me, please!’,
and the proof was that I had just robbed one.
He wanted more details but he didn’t put
too much pressure on me, and eventually he agreed with my proposition: the money
I had just brought to him stood for fines
and interests, I would have a week
to steal the rest from my soon-to-be five victims, and in order to make it easy
for him to track my work through his eyes and ears in the LAPD… well we discussed
it until I saw, through the windows of his office (at that time it was over that
garage in ************), a sex shop on the other side of the street. I called it
and asked if they had some ‘shiny bright purple tape’ for bondage purposes, they
had four different brands of it!, and it was settled. He
would follow the stories about dames being robbed and left packed in purple tape
by this lone female burglar, and no I couldn’t do more than one
per night, and in a week it was better for my health that I had his money with me! Never ever I did any
business with him after that.’
‘And you…?’ – asked LeeAnn.
‘The designer was first, the food board
next, the bank board followed, then it was time for the other lawyer and last but
not least… Baywatch II... Although I took
my time with that one… can you believe that she actually knew Baywatch? There was this big picture of
half a dozen semi-amateurs busty models in tight bikinis right behind
her family’s ones, and who was the one at the right of the (already taped up)
lady of the house? So I made a few questions that she didn’t wanted
to answer… ‘Yeah, I know that she’s not
the brightest or the most honest girl I know but she’s my friend’…’ – and
after making that imitation of a very childish voice she stopped talking for a
moment – ‘…I didn’t hurt her, just the treat of ‘an evil guy called Gus’ who
had also been double-crossed by Rose Marie (yeah, that was Baywatch’s real name), and had lost a lot more than I had, was
enough for her to spill it all (and I did visit Baywatch/Rosie’s apartment that same night, but she was washing
dishes or whatever in Rio de Janeiro at the time). After she was found and
freed, and the whole act was over, she called Deborah who called me. I don’t
know what she did to calm the girl, but it worked. After all, I had followed
Debs’ script to the letter; the procedure was the same as it had been with all the
others, just the interrogation was unexpected. Fake forced entry signs, fake wild
searches in all the houses’ rooms and garage and basement (when there was one),
real overtaped and overgagged
victims and as easy as it had appeared, the (forged) robberies of the ‘Purple Gag
Burglar’ were over…’
‘‘Purple Gag Burglar’? Seriously?’
– asked Hannah.
And Irma realized the mistake she had just made…
We still call her ‘PGB’ when we want to
tease her…
After we laughed, I pretended to check
on my watch and ‘realize’ that we still had a little over half an hour before closing
time. I told them that if they didn’t asked too many details we could make it on
time, and then Gina raised her hand…
‘Before you tell yours… I have a story
myself, but I am not sure if I can tell it…’
‘Why?’ – I asked.
‘Well, the deal is that we only tell stories
about our ‘active’ days… and this one happened nearly five years after I pulled
my last heist…’
‘It deals with ‘Goats and/or Forgeries’?
– asked Charity.
‘Oh yeah, both of ‘em,
and it’ll be up to you to say who was the goat after I’m finished!’
We all looked at each other, I pretended
to be cool about it (after all we could easily go somewhere else where I would tell
them the story I had ready to deliver… couldn’t I?) and we nodded or said ‘Yeah’
to/at Gina. She took a sip of her ice
tea and started.
‘I told you that I was doing time when
Charity’s ‘Blimp Story’ happened, but
I also lied to you all. What I didn’t tell you was that
I was supposed to do 10 to 20 at the time, for a crime I hadn’t been guilty of!
Long story short, I am there, plotting revenge after revenge when word comes out,
‘the Mexicans are going to kill ‘Mama-san
Yashika’’…’
‘Who?’ – asked Fay.
‘The sister of a very important lieutenant
of the Yakuza in San Francisco, she was really the archetype of an Oriental momma,
not very tall an’d a bit overweighed and with a real stony
and unemotional face, and she had taken the fall for her brother in a case that
could have meant a lot of trouble for him, in a trap sprung by some Mexicans. Her
brother made them pay for that and, in return, they were going to have her killed,
as painfully and slow as possible. I should mind my own business, but I had been
victim of a trap myself so… long and complicated story short, I saved her life
and had to watch my back on the double for a while, and then she sits with me
at lunch time and she demands to know why I cared and I told her. One month later
a ton of evidence suddenly surfaced during a raid in **********, the cops went
looking for drugs and found my innocence wrapped up for Christmas!
One week later I was a free woman, and
the pair of ****** who had set me up were behind bars for life. I thought: ‘debt
paid’, and then I thanked ‘Mama-san’ and believed that I would never ever see her
again… Years later I am a retired criminal, I have my book shop and a blessed uneventful
life… I close the shop for the day, get ready to go back to my home and then I get
the message: ‘I need your help’.’
‘From ‘Mama-san’?’
‘No, Mary, from Prudence Li, the sister of Gabriel Li…’
‘Who?’ – asked Fay and Dora.
‘Officially speaking he had a cab company,
a small but profitable one, and it took nearly a decade for the FBI to find out
that his real source of income was industrial espionage. But it was easy you know…
who would suspect that a cab driver and his client, going from some fancy place
downtown back to the client’s hotel, were actually somebody hiring his
services in plain sight? So, Prudence calls me and she says: I am five minutes away
from your shop, I’ll pick you at this address and you’ll get 5K!’, I tried to reason
with her, to tell her that I was rusty and retired and she just said: ‘Get inside
the cab and you’ll get 5K just to listen!’ So I took a cab with her at the wheel
and she told me the mess she was in: Company ‘A’ wanted some ‘data’ from company
‘B’, biggest deal ever for the Lis, nearly five months
of planning and gathering info followed, and they found out that Mr. Thomas, one of the chief-researchers of company
‘B’, will have the data in a safe at his place in the town for a day, as he works
the final details with the whole thing, before an important presentation for the
board (the real one, not the ‘local’ one) of the company the next day. They, somehow,
managed to get Thomas out of his house
for, never asked how or what it was, at least, ten hours. But then guess what? Gabriel
Li had to be rushed to the hospital…’
‘That’s when he had appendicitis?’ – I
asked.
‘Exactly! Of all the bad luck! So… she needed someone,
someone good and reliable, and she needed that someone pronto! And… they still talk
about… my ‘great one’. So, 5K to hear about it, and 20K more if I did it for them...
She had brought the tools, mask and gloves included, and was
driving me there! So… 25K, tax free, and all for a three hours job top! I got out
of the cab, invaded the house next to Thomas’
and left a chubby housewife tied up behind as I jumped over the wall between the
two houses (It was also the only blind spot of the external security cameras of
the place Prudence had managed to find out about). I got inside the house and then
I heard: ‘YOU ******* IDIOT’ in a female
voice I couldn’t recognize at first. A long list of cussed words led me to a scene
that I could believe, at first.
Mama-san Yashika? Tying up a busty lady who was pretending to be a nurse? (…)
Both women wore nurse fantasies, but while Mama-san’s was more ‘realistic’ while
the extra-buxom brunette dame (with pigtails!) was wearing PVC! Red PVC! And wearing
red high heeled shoes and knee length white socks! And she just begged and begged
to be forgiven while mama-san tied her up… I almost made myself known immediately,
but it was obvious that the distress of the (now hogtied) ‘nurse’ was fake, she’s like the worst actress you’ll ever meet! And that’s
when I saw the cameras. Three, one in front of the coffee table where the girl’s
body was now resting on, one on its left side (opposite Mama-san and aimed primarily
at her captive’s body) and another behind them, also on the left side, also aimed
(diagonally) at the tie-up. And they were recording everything... or were transmitting
it? The pigtails were to help bent backward the head and torso of the (now) bare
breasted ‘nurse’, each one was tied to a rope that was in turn tied to its correspondent
knee, and so on and on and on! After ten minutes of a patient wait, I saw Mama-san
patting the ultra-overly-tied-up gal on the head and she said ‘Gin and Scotch’,
and her meanness took a walk as she addressed the girl with care. ‘Are you hurt?’,
‘Feeling pain anywhere?’, ‘Can you take it all for half an hour, at least?’ and
‘What’s the sign of distress?’, to which the brunette snapped
her fingers three times, then two, then once, as her answer. ‘Gin and Scotch’, and
the mean nurse was back as she made vulgar commentaries about how much her ‘clients’
paid for such ‘Occidental material’, I think that she fondled her captive at that
point…, and left the girl to struggle for the cameras coming in my direction. I
got prepared.
She took a turn, probably going to the
kitchen, and there was I, masked and pointing a gun at her. For the first time I
saw her surprised, not even when she found that there was a dumb girl fighting at
her side against those six that set a trap for her in the laundry she had lost it,
but then she composed herself and crossed her arms under her breasts, like this…’
And Gina placed each hand right above the opposite elbow; but in the left
hand the middle, index and thumb were raised (like a reinforced ‘L’, from ‘loser’?), while on her right hand… she was ‘flipping
the bird’ at us? She smiled when she saw our faces.
‘It stands for I.L.I. (‘ailai’, ‘I
lie’ or ‘I am lying’), and the lonely middle finger also gets the more common
meaning. It was a way that she had told me she used to warn people that they had
fell in a trap, but had to play along or… they would end up…’
‘****ed up beyond belief?’ – asked Sondra.
‘Or dead... So she warned me and went to
her character, making some very necessary
adjustments… ‘Oh, it’s you?’, and I tried to play dumb but she… ‘Don’t you even
try! We spent six months in the same joint, you saved my
life, babe (and she knew how I hated o be called that!), and I could recognize those
black eyes of yours fairly easily!’, and she looked over her shoulder… ‘The girl
knows nothing, and she is my ward for the next hour and a half. Promise me that
she won’t get hurt and I won’t gonna stand in your way’, I agreed and she went to
the kitchen, there she opened a closet and let the door wide open. ‘As you can see,
there’s nothing inside this closet, and that is the only key to it, tie me up and
lock me inside it and you won’t have any trouble to clean this place, as long as
the girl doesn’t see you’, and she turned her back to me and crossed her hands behind
her back.
As I did a quick job with the coil of rope
I had brought with me, she asked me what was I doing since she had heard that I
had retired, I told her that I was covering up for a guy that had have appendicitis
and she said, ‘Hold on! It was a man that was supposed to rob this place? (…) This
isn’t a simple burglary, is it?’, and I forced her to knee on the floor, gagged
her with three wide strips of tape and answered her: ‘Ask
your husband or boss when he shows up’ and checked the place, but pretended to forgot
to check Mama-san’s body…’
‘She had a key of that closet with her?’
– asked Mary.
‘Or was it a blade?’ – asked Sondra.
‘Both, taped to her body in-between her
breasts, she was out of the closet and talking to the security team that was recording
everything that was happening in that house, minus the warning she gave me since
(she knew it) in that point of the house the camera(s?) could only take the image
of her back. While for me I took another peek at the girl, and she saw me and panicked.
Ignoring her I saw that I had no options but expose me to the cameras, I could turn
back and go back to the kitchen, ungag Mama-san and ask
if there was any other way to go to the master bedroom that didn’t involved me passing
in front of any camera (I supposed that she was already free, but I had no way of
knowing that she actually was and had no reason to believe in that), but instead
I grabbed the folded sheet of paper in the left back pocket of my trousers, read
it once more, and stormed my way to the master bedroom. 19R-31L…-22R! I grabbed
the documents and the DVD, spread them over the bed behind me and sorted the stuff
I wanted, another quick exchange of looks with the brunette and I was out. The whole
thing relied on the fact that they, whoever ‘they’ were, did not knew that I knew
about them, so they had all the reasons to only show up AFTER I left the house.
About a year later Prudence showed up at
my store, bought a few books and left this DVD behind, the whole footage of the
secret cameras in that house… There were a total of eight guys ready to pounce on
me if I deviated from the ‘script’ they hoped I would follow, but the model… Rena
Knox, or something like that, didn’t know about them. She had signed a contract
that gave her 30K for a few hours work in, what she believed, was a custom movie
of her in various bondage situations and that stipulated quite clearly that no sex
was to be involved in the making of the movie. What she didn’t read, those damned fine prints…, was that every
single measure to ensure her safety could be made without her knowledge or consent,
and that once bound thus she would stay for as long as the measures demanded…’
‘They left her bound?’ – asked Sondra.
‘For like an hour or two. The first thing
they did was have one of them crouching by her side and showing her the fine prints,
she obviously pleaded and disagreed but… she was no longer of their concern.
They checked everything, twice, and then they took away all the cameras while Mama-san
gave a full report on me, minus my new identity of course, and only after the last
one left is that Mama-San started to undo the tight bondage, next she gave the girl
a massage and (since Rena couldn’t stand firmly on her own legs), she carried her
upstairs, where she gave Rena a bath, another massage and, after she (Rena)
tried to escape… another tight wrapping! Oh, she left her over the bed, a big
comfy and fluffy one and all that, but she was also… they call it the ‘Eiffel
Tower position’ (I think), for another couple of hours as Mama-san made some
phone calls. Even another (this time
a quick one) massage, ankles and wrists bound and she carried her to the
kitchen, where a good and hot dinner was awaiting them. During it Rena received
some treats, an ‘emergency’ phone number and an extra 20K for her silence… She
took it all.’
‘And if she hadn’t agreed with that?’
‘Well, honestly I don’t know, Charity, but I believe that she would have
to disappear for at least a week, that’s how long it took for the events of that
day to produce their expected effects, and that Mama-san would have jumped on her
right away. But, as it turns out, she kept her mouth shut and… (…)?... Forget it…
That’s not important and it’s unrelated to the story anyway. Back
at me? Well, after I left the place I walked down the street a couple of
blocks and there was Prudence and her cab to pick me and take me away. She drove
me home and made impossible little of my warnings that the whole thing had been
a trap, that the documents were probably fake, that Company ‘B’ knew about her
and her brother and all that. And you know what her answer was? ‘Sorry, babe(!), but we couldn’t
afford you to know the whole truth. Of course this stuff here is worthless!’, and
as I became increasingly flabbergasted, enraged and mad at her you know what she
did? She made me a question! ‘Who said ‘Don’t get mad,
get everything’ to Diane Keaton and Bette Midler?’
‘Ivana Trump in ‘The
First Wives Club’!’
– Answered Sondra and Hannah, our resident cinemaniacs,
and then we all got the same idea…
‘Thomas
was, at the time, a closeted gay man. But many people knew about his sexuality.
Now imagine the scene, the guys from company ‘A’ really needed that data for something
very important, or they would lose millions! And the data that the ‘specialist’
they hired provides to them is bogus, a clever made one but fake anyway, so they
would go and question the ‘specialist’ about how and where he got that data, and the story he would tell them…
A Japanese citizen (that supposedly was expelled from the US after she served her
sentence) tying up a famous bondage/fetish model for the ‘sexual pleasure’… of a
gay man? Not to mention that, somehow, Gabriel’s ex-wife managed to make some proofs
that Rena was in Atlantic City at that very time! It would destroy Gabriel’s reputation!’
‘But…?’
‘Forget it. I don’t know how they learned
about the ex-wife’s plan against him. He just did the obvious in that situation;
he pretended to fall for it. But two days later, somehow and somewhere and with
the help of who-knows-whom (supposing that it was a solo act), Prudence got the
real data in her hands, real clean job with no evidence and no bound and gagged
(or dead) witness(es) left behind, and when the company
‘B’ was certain that the data presented by the company ‘A’ was false, I think it
had something to do with a trial, they got quite the surprise… and the ex-wife’s
reputation was crushed!’
‘Did she deserve it?’ – asked Mary.
‘Who knows… (?),
somebody…?’ – She asked and both I and Charity
gave our (really bad) impressions about that Chinese ************ self-proclaimed
Empress of the World!
‘And what about Mama-san? What was she doing there?’ - I asked.
‘Well, girls, honestly I don’t know. That
was the last time I saw her in the flesh, but I learned that she returned to the
USA like a day (or even less) after she was deported, and lived here under an alias
for about seven to eight years, before she returned for good to Japan. How she was
contacted and hired by the ex, and why, to do her part in the story...’
‘But you…? How did you felt after all that?’
– asked Fay.
‘I got mad, at first, that they had used
me to be the goat of their ‘goat strategy’ against the ex-Ms. Li. But Prudence slipped
an extra ten grand… oh yeah, I was forgetting… You know why, of all the models available,
Rena was chosen to be part of the scheme?’
‘Because Gabriel is her
biggest fan?’ – All
eyes converged to me while I gave a mean look at Gina, she was talking too much! But at least she got the message…
How we three knew that is not a story
that we can tell around, even to this day.
‘Gabriel is… into… that?’
Gina, Charity
and I nodded. And then it was my turn. I pretended not to notice when Fay slipped her hands (and her cellphone) under the table or the exchange of looks between
Hannah and Dora, or between the waitresses and the manager of the place… even them?
‘You know… my story also starts, for me,
with a phone call. But it was early morning and I had no intention of ‘retiring’…
ever! You’re only 26 once… Anyway, it had been a long night, I partied until past
4 AM in that great jazz club, flirted a little with some nice looking guys but
I slept alone... and all I wanted was sleep till noon, at least. But by 9:30 the
phone rang and I, more asleep than awake, grabbed it and… ‘SSSSHEI----LA!!!!’’
Did that take them by surprise!
‘I was about to close the call, with or
without saying a few words… when she continued: ‘Sheila my dear!!! Hello? Are you
there? I can hear you breathing, doll… and I know that you ‘might’ still be mad at me, but please, Sheila, talk to me, to your
old pal Leela…’
‘Leela????’ – asked three of them at once, and I saw
the manager of the place got desperate with the possibility of them not closing
on time once more…
‘Leela? As in Leela ‘Cinnamon’ Crews?’ – asked Charity.
‘Who else? And let me tell you one thing, although
she took quite the protagonist part of the story I’m about to tell, not once did
she fire a single shot!’
That was too much for them! A story with Cinnamon, in which she takes the main lead, and she doesn’t
shoot a couple of rounds? That was a one in a million!
You don’t believe in me? (…) You like soccer,
don’t you?
There’s this story I was told, about how
Pelé once won a championship with his team, the Saints…
San-tos, okay, with the Santos, with
him as the goalkeeper? Is it true?
It is???!!! Oh, it was a semi-final? Really?
Well, then you can understand what it meant
a story with the greatest sniper we had ever heard of or met, and in this one she
never shot a bullet but still won the day…
It’s the same thing.
‘When she told me her name I woke up, and
recognized the voice, and the conversation went like that: ‘You know that I don’t
like to wake up early…’, ‘Not even for half a grand?’, ‘500 bucks? For what?’, ‘Oh
come on Sheila, what else would I call you for? A painting, I want you to take a
good look at a painting I am seeing as we speak! Could you please wake up already?’’
and that’s when I realized WHO was the ‘Sheila’
she wanted me to be ‘‘Okay, sorry, where are you babe?’ and she gave the address
and I hung up. And after I got some ‘decent’, businesswoman-like, clothes on me,
I went to search for Sheila Danes’ business card… Oh come on guys! I told you, more
than once, that I used to keep with me as many business cards as I could, whether
I got them the usual way or during a job, I kept them just in case I needed to pass for somebody else (who happened to have
lost her wallet of course)… Remember now? It worked so many times!’
‘But it’s still a dumb idea for you to
have collected so many proofs against yourself!’ – And I saw that Charity’s opinion was not alone at the
table. If only they knew…
‘And this Sheila Danes????’ – Asked Hannah, but it was Mary who
answered that.
‘She was one of those folks you hire to
determine if a painting is the real thing or a fake, and took part in a scam to
sell real good forgeries to rich dudes and dudettes… until
they tried to sell some ‘Italian Renaissance’
stuff to this rich Italian woman…’
‘Who happened to be a redhead that doesn’t
like that people talk about how reddish is her hair or how she is the last of her
line? (…) The Duchess?’ – asked Dora, to which me and Mary
nodded and the others just rolled their eyes…
It had happened back when no one, outside
her organization and the Europol, knew the truth about her, so it was fairly
possible that some poor ***** up idiot could make such a stupid act! Still...
people should know better... and learn more about their intended targets.
‘Believe it or not, the Duchess ended up
hiring her, but for what I don’t know…’
‘Can I get back to my tale
now, Mary? Thank you… So I arrived there,
a butler opened the door and a pretty young maid led me to this room, where Cinnamon,
wearing (for a change) somber clothes introduced me to
this dame, her three sons and a pair of granddaughters, all whitey snobs who
didn’t bothered to show me how they felt for not treat me as… and then we all went
to the dining room where there was this BIG painting… like 7’ tall for 16’ of length,
and it depicted a wedding party in a small village during the XVIII Century, ‘The
Burgomaster’s Wedding’ or something like that, really unknown stuff but worth like
a quarter of a million or more. And Cinnamon just asks me ‘What can you tell us
about this painting, Sheila?’… Me! Can you believe in it? But… Pretending to know what I was doing, I started to take a
closer look at the painting… And that’s when I spotted it…’
Honestly, that couldn’t have happened in
a better moment!
THAT’s when four cellphones
started to ring at the same time!
Fay grabbed her cellphone but, I confess
I had to be a bit rough and forceful for that, I pried it from her fingers, and
with all the other eyes in the almost empty room aimed at me...
‘Hello, Carl, yeah... it’s me...
yeah... No, no you can’t speak to your wife... Because I know Carl, I know
okay? (…)? I know that right now you are taking a quick stop to your poker game
with Tyrone, Collins and Farrell and all of you phoned a ‘friend’
of mine, with whom I am sharing a table at the moment you know where, just so they
could have a hypothetical conversation with who knows who, and have a suitable excuse
to leave this table right now... Yeah, and I also know than in less than a minute
you were going to call Charity’s phone for the same reason, and that in two
minutes I am to be alone in this table... with no one to listen to my story... I
don’t have SAS! There is no such a ‘disease’! Your wife will call you in a moment,
don’t worry... No ! Won’t do that! (...) Just make sure
that you and the others don’t make that useless second call... Please? Thank you...
Bye, Carl.’
And I returned the phone to my cousin,
grinning like a killer maniac from a cheap Japanese anime, as she and the others
wanted to understand what had just happened...
Counter-pranked!
‘What just happened?’ - asked Hannah.
‘Please ladies... You really shouldn’t
have tried to put me on guard, fearing the worst, losing my sleep over Fay’s
mysterious phone call, and your silence, or whatever... Bad move from your part,
I took precautions, which allowed me to learn about your prank...’
‘And now...?’ - asked Mary.
‘Well... I don’t any obligations to finish
a story that you were about to leave me alone telling it to the wind, have I?’ - So I stood up – ‘But I also have no obligations
to ever tell that story again... so the one who doesn’t show up at my home in
thirty, at most... will have to hear it secondhand...’
– And since I am evil sometimes – ‘By the way… I should mention that, per her instruction, about three hours after
I discovered that the painting was fake, I tied up and gagged, very tight, the one and only Cinnamon as
she wore only her undies?’
And I went to the cashier pay my tab, Fay
and Mary (‘cursing me’ all
along) were close behind and the others took a while to capitulate...
Hey, we do play pranks on each other!
And sometimes..., sometimes the target of the prank manages to do what I had
just done, prank the prankster(s) on the act of pranking!
I was, more than once, on the side who
ends up having to wonder; ‘how did she/they knew?’, but tonight I was on the
vain ‘victorious’ side...
One interesting thing was that Fay
gave Irma a ride to my home, and while en route she managed to find out
who was the ‘mysterious woman’ who had ‘taken care’ of Irma, and
apparently spanked her a lot for no reason (she never gave us the details...),
with a simple test. She placed the palm of her right hand against Irma’s
left one and asked if the hand of the ‘mysterious woman’ was bigger or smaller
than hers (Fay is quite tall, remember?).
It was ‘bigger’...
A woman that was taller than Fay,
who had dated Tombstone (or at least was a regular at his farm) more or less at
the same time Lord Jones got his revenge (one month, or more, before Fay
became ‘Goldilocks’) and who was also strong enough to carry from (and back to)
the ‘barn’, during the three bath breaks of her captivity, the nude and bound
body of Irma without too much effort from her part? Martha ‘The Hammer’
Peyton!
(…)?
Oh come on!
Okay, long story short, once upon a
time there was this gal who pole danced at Moe’s called Tina (Irving) Stan(ley), she was a dead ringer to ******* *********, which of
course brought Moe an extra clientele until the lawyers of Ms. ********* showed
up and paid a ton of money to her to find a new job (she’s a dentist nowadays).
But, at the same time, Tina was stalked by this loser who threatened her with
letters and the usual, and Moe (in need of protecting such an attraction as
Tina) hired this giantess bodybuilder, ‘The (Peyton) Hammer’. In fact, it was ‘The Hammer’ who helped the
police to arrest the creep.
Anyway, Martha met Tombstone and
sparks flied... for like a semester. She was his last girlfriend before he
started to date the girls of Moe’s. Then she met this guy that was half the
size of Tombstone, and a third of his body mass, and who also shared many of
her kinky fantasies…, they got married... and died together in a car crash five
years later...
Thus Irma spent over a decade
hating a woman that was already dead! She coped with it, eventually, but
because of that she was the only one not present when I resumed my tale with
the others, she had her mind way elsewhere, looking like kids wanting to know
how the magician just pulled this or that trick, surrounding me as I sat on the
couch.
‘Alright... I told you that the
painting was big, and it depicted a wedding party. At its center
the mister and his missus, still in her wedding dress,
some authorities and lots of folks partying or working so the others could do
it. And, at a the left of the painting, just two or three inches from the
frame... a pair of guys were arriving to the party, as fashionably dressed as
the other guests, but one of them brought his own beverage... in a six pack
ring.’
‘It was a fake?’ - asked Gina.
‘Oh yeah, totally false, an image that
was less than my own thumb tall, but that proved that the whole painting was a DeMirlo’s...’
‘A WHAT?’- asked four of them a bit too loud...
‘Roger Fiorello
DeMirlo is a restorer that is used to paint ‘copies’
of paintings for insurance companies and private owners, for various reasons
but the main one is to allow the public display of a painting while the ‘real
deal’ lies locked safely somewhere else...’
‘Thank you, Sondra, the fact is
that the guy was/is an accomplished forger, and since he is totally abstemious
when it come to alcohol, and his dad (with whom he doesn’t/didn’t got along
well) simply hates Budweiser... his signature is to put some Budweiser cans in
any painting he ‘reproduces’. So I saw the six-pack ring and, while pointing at
it, said out loud ‘Ah, a DeMirlo!’ as I turned to my
hostess and Cinnamon, and the look in their faces... So I knew who the guy was,
and after a quick exchange of cryptic words... ‘We must tell her’, ‘No
we don’t!’, ‘But she’s the one that can help us! Help
Sylvia!’, ‘No!’... And I was led to an adjacent room where there was
this TV and a VCR, they put a tape in the VCR and... The image was dark, really
dark and suddenly somebody turned on the lone bulb of the room, which dangled
about seven feet above the bare mattress on which this girl with pink hair
struggled against her bonds. As the camera approached the girl, who was wearing
only her white panties (aside lots of hemp rope and the black electrician tape
covering the lower half of her face), a synthesized male voice came out...
‘One hundred thousand dollars... You
have a week to get the money, or you’ll never see her again!’.
Lights out when the camera is in an extreme close-up of the gagged face and
Cinnamon turns to me and is bluntly direct: ‘Do you know any thief you can
call... right now?’, the way she spoke and behaved made me realize that she was
pretending to be ‘just’ Leela, so I tried to deny
that I knew one and the old lady interfered and told me the ‘truth’... and she
was such a bad actress!’
‘How so?’ - asked Mary.
‘She talked like she cared about the
short & pink haired girl, but her eyes kept saying me ‘She deserves it!’
and ‘Who cares about that ****?’, and that in spite of looking like ‘rich’
people the whole family was nearly flat broke. The paintings and everything
else in the whole estate, and in her son’s houses, were not the real deal and
if the kidnappers knew about it... Sylvia’s goose would be cooked! So they
needed a thief, to steal all that junk they had, so they could call the
insurance company and get the money to save Sylvia...’
‘Of course... to save... they were
involved in the kidnapping?’ - said/asked Hannah.
‘There was a kidnapping, was there?’ -
asked Mary.
‘Calm down you two... Yes there was a
kidnapping and yes they were the ones behind it, but let me tell it as it
happened, OK? No shortcuts! After a while I decided to know what was really
going on, so I said that I could call this guy... but he probably would demand
a car as part of the payment, we talked a little more about ‘Big Dave’...’
‘Who?’ - asked Mary, Fay and Gina,
and then they realized that he didn’t exist...
‘And minutes later I was back at the
wheel of my car, and Cinnamon was in the passenger seat, and we were being
followed by a car as soon as we crossed the gates of the manor... I mentioned
the blue Toyota to Cinnamon and she just said: ‘It’s probably Carolyn, the maid
who is also the twin sister of Georgia, the other maid of the place we just
left...’, and then I asked her if she could fill me in with what was going
on...’
Dramatic pause to drink a sip of iced
tea! Many curses and cussing later...
‘And she just says: ‘My graduation as the Idiot of the Year...’ and tells me the
whole story. The family had been spending more than they make for the past
three decades, at least, and started to have financial troubles to which they
answered with an insurance fraud scam... But in spite of all being crooks and
soulless *************, there’s always... How I HATE that expression!... a ‘black sheep’ in any and every family. In this
case, it was Sylvia who, at 15, managed to foil their plans without revealing
them (her family’s plans) to the many authorities that ended up involved in
their ruse... and five years later they decided to get rid of her, and smear
her name and the one belonging to anyone of her relationships they decided to
use in their plans as well, and get some cash in the process. How will they do
it?
They managed to blackmail somebody who
worked at the insurance company who had them as their client, and the date of
the annual ‘surprise’ visit of the company’s appraiser was leaked to them with
nearly a month of time for them to make the many copies, some much better than
most of the others, disappear and collect the premium. At the same time they learned that Sylvia’s
latest girlfriend was a black woman with a juvenile sealed record; so why not
finally make the ‘bratty nuisance (as she was called by her family) go away’,
and implicate the n***** in her death? And then I made the obvious
question... ‘If you know that much, how come they are still alive?’, and do you
know what she told me?’
Although half of them suspected what
the answer was, they all kept their mouths shut.
‘I only found out it all AFTER I saw
them..., after I let them kidnap Sylvia!’... (…) It’s not an
unusual situation for Cinnamon, since no one is suicidal enough to mess with
her family, there’s only one way to force her to do whatever she don’t want to,
through her chicks... Remember San Diego, 1998? Or Dallas,
2011? Even in Europe, in a small French town, it did happen in 2005!!!
But sometimes, well, sometimes the girls fake it... maybe they see the flame
waning and try to reignite it by playing the damsel in distress targeted by
unknown (and imaginary) enemies of Cinnamon, maybe they just want to add some
spice... maybe they just watch too much TV!!! Who knows?
She told me that it wasn’t the first
time that one of her girls would pretend that she had been kidnapped, then
force her to a wild goose chase that would end up at a very remote place...
where the girl would be waiting to be ‘rescued’ and, of course, to ‘reward’
Cinnamon for her actions. It seems to be a fantasy of hers, that she played
more than once and with willing kidnapper(s) and kidnapee(s),
and the girl in case would try to make it ‘for real’ for once. After a weird
incident with a chick from Alabama (about which she didn’t give me more than
that), she decided to, at least, check on the girls before she left them for
good while they waited to be rescued... And apparently, Sylvia tried that ruse
with horrible results…’
‘And it did happen ‘for real’ with
her?’
‘Yes... Since it happened ‘a dozen times before’, Cinnamon could
recognize the signs that it was about to happen once more. So she... hey... she
confessed to me like a dam bursting with no Superman around to stop it from
happening, once I made the first question it all came in a flood. And before
anyone of you ask, she knows about our meetings and she knows that, sooner or
later, this story would show up... and she’s fine with that...’
‘As long as we don’t
‘add’ anything to the story to whoever we repeat it to?’ - asked Gina.
‘Exactly... it’s not like tomorrow one
of us will go to Moe’s or The Buzz and start yelling at the top of her lungs
what she just heard today, but Fay will most likely talk with Carl
about Irma, Mary will say something to Phil... And as...
bad as she feels about some parts of the story, she’s okay with me talking
about it and with you talking about it too...’
They all say ‘Got it’, ‘Fine’ and
other phrases to make sure that they understood…
‘Anyway… she bugged Sylvia’s phones,
and thus she learned that Sylvia was going to make a mess in her own apartment
and then ride to the manor I had just left, next her cousin Veronique would
introduce her to ‘Detroit’ who would be her jailer for the next week… or until
Cinnamon managed to find her. She, somehow, knew about the others that had tried
that one on Cinnamon, so she demanded that things were… more realistic with
her… And her cousin, and her family, couldn’t want it more! If Cinnamon had
bothered to bug V’s phone as well, she never ever would have
acted the way she did! So, on the night when the kidnapping was supposed to
happen she had it all planned, go to that spot on the road we were traveling at the moment and aim her night vision aim at the
parking area of the manor, see Sylvia being taken to her captivity, wave her
goodbye forever and spend the night with three or four babes… She’s Cinnamon,
remember?... And I remember asking her ‘Why?’ when she
told me about the goggles… Her answer: ‘My vision may be very good when it
comes to distance and focus, but not that good, especially at night!’… anyway,
on the night of the ‘kidnapping’ she went to the spot of the road, on the hill
facing the one where the manor of Sylvia’s family is located, got her night
vision, made herself cozy… and saw a half naked
Sylvia struggling, for real, in
between two guys she had never seen before. She wished she had brought one of
her rifles, that she had seen the signs properly…’
‘Come again?’ – asked Sondra.
‘The front door of the manor opens and
there comes Sylvia, two nondescript guys dressed like salesmen having a lot of
effort to hold her and behind them… Veronique, smiling like a maniac as she
waved goodbye at Sylvia! And behind her comes her father, and this guy that
looks like a racist preacher, dressed in white from head to toe and a chilling
expression in his ‘righteous’ Quaker-like bearded face, and they talked and
talked and shook their hands, and Veronique and her dad went back to the manor
as the guy went to the other car parked in front of the manor, behind the van
in which Sylvia and the goons had disappeared into. Cinnamon jumps in her car,
but they took a shortcut she didn’t know about until that night (the distance
between the point she was and the manor is, by road, a little below 6 miles),
and they disappear… she goes to Sylvia’s apartment searching for clues and it’s
clean… as in the furniture is there, but no piece of clothing whatsoever,
personal documents and the likes, nothing that could indicate that Sylvia was
actually living there...
That night she used all she had on
self-control to not invade the manor and ‘pry’ by any means available the info
of Sylvia’s whereabouts from any still living member of the family… And all
because, since she can read lips, she saw the preacher asking to Sylvia’s uncle: ‘And for how long am I supposed
to… (something she didn’t read clearly)… her?’, ‘Bring her back to us in six
days…’ was the answer. It all had happened three nights before, and ever since
she had but planned and getting herself ready. All phone lines (landlines since
it happened in the second half of the 90’s)? Bugged.
Hackers to tear up the whole financial life, every single phone call made in
the last six months and the list of all known friends and acquaintances of each
and every single member of that family? Hired, all five of
them. P.I.(s) to track down anything he/she
could find about Sylvia’s kidnapper having as a starting point the plates of
the two vehicles? Bud & Lou Cimino, hired. She came with a plan to make them all pay… and then
came up front the unpredictable human element…’
‘What?’
‘Charity,
guys, I was not supposed to have been involved, but I ended up because she went
there pretending to learn anything, and they showed her the video that had just
arrived. As she made mental notes to check on the ‘eyes’ she had aimed at the
house, Luke something, and learn what he could tell her about the arrival of
that VHS, she found herself embroiled in a discussion about how they could pay
the ransom if they had no money at all? She already knew that most of the stuff
she saw there was fake or made in Hong Kong, but when she was asked if she didn’t
knew anyone who could, perhaps…, steal the painting… she took a closer look at
it, and saw the six-pack.
Can you believe that none of them had
ever found it in the painting, aside from the old dame who had bought it from DeMirlo? So they had but two options, find somebody who was
dumb enough to steal the painting or find someone who would steal it even
knowing it was fake! The whole thing depended on somebody, totally unrelated to that bunch of worms (so they could fool the
insurance company), going there and cleaning the place of its (still) insured
material (that had been already sold)! So there she was, being pressed by those
fake tears and concern about Sylvia’s fate, and unable
to punch those ****** as she wanted so much, and she needed to come up with
somebody that could do the dirty work for them...’
‘And it was you because...?’
‘She knew that I knew about DeMirlo... I can’t tell you that one, yet, but she
knew that I knew him very well and his work, so... She had it all
planned and we spent the rest of the ride with she filling me in of her plans, that were already in
motion, and discussing my bill... Well, she wanted to pay me and I wanted to
have her owing me one, and after a long conversation she agreed with my
proposal, but in the end she did pay me... I’ll get there. The fact was that
she was cashing all the favors this guys and that
other and that another was owing her, and she must have emptied two or three of
her accounts, ‘no expense is too high’ was her policy. So where do you think
did I park my car?’
They all made their bets, and it was Gina
who got it right.
‘The Black Regent?’ - asked Fay as she obviously
tried to remember where she had heard about it, we let her think for a while
but in the end she shook her shoulders in defeat...
‘Thaddeus Janssen, remember him?’
...And then she let out a sound sailor
curse! He’s almost forgotten nowadays, but at one time he posed as the owner of
a 20 stories hotel called ‘The Black Regent’ in ***********, downtown L.A.,
while he was the head of a major ‘creative export & import’ business
(smuggling, if you didn’t caught my lead). It was an almost legit business,
famous for its restaurant and for, while not being one of the best in town, it
was good enough for traveling businessman that hadn’t
‘that much’ in their wallets... but it was also his headquarter.
Today it’s the same stuff, an hotel,
but its totally clean.
‘For a little favor
she had done to him one or two years before, Tad owed her big time. So he
agreed to let her use a whole floor of the hotel as her ‘base’. She told me to
pretend that I was in charge, and since Carolyn couldn’t hear us she did all
the talking but I did all the gesturing when we talked to the manager. She
identified Carolyn to Maurice, the security chief of the BR, and told him that
she wasn’t supposed to leave the hotel no matter what, but she would phone him
in a few minutes giving him the instructions on how to deal with her. We went
upstairs and the whole 11th floor was hers, and in one of the rooms
were these geeks with their top of art (at the time) computers and too many
cables for me, and they gave her the worst news possible. They had identified
the ‘preacher’, and the guy actually believed that he was one and that he was
doing ‘God’s will’...’
‘The ‘gay cure’?’ - asked Sondra.
‘His own version... basically they
forced her to watch tons of porn, nasty to horrible stuff, while they tried
some ‘Clockwork Orange’ brainwashing on her... She turned red right in front of
me and promised the (now very scared) Geek-in-charge ‘the triple’ if they
zeroed the address of where they were holding Sylvia in three hours.
She went to a room and locked herself
inside it, while I was ‘escorted’ (by a tall guy I had never seen in my life) to
another room, I heard something crashing and minutes later she went to me. She
was barely holding herself but she did pass a ‘pro’ look, and gave me a sheet
of paper and a pen and told me to write: ‘You idiot!
Dave is thinking that you are a cop or a fed! Stay put until he comes to you!
Sheila’ and in a minute Carolyn, the exact copy of the maid I had seen about an
hour before (but wearing Plain Jane clothes), was reading it as we saw her...
she had access to the video feed of the security cameras!... A lot of phone
calls later, as I stood in front of the window and pretending to enjoy the
view, and Cinnamon nodded to the man (never knew his name, but I’m sure it wasn’t
‘Dave’) who went to the entrance hall and met with Carolyn. He wasn’t really
intimidating, just big, but she got nervous instantly.
A little chatting and he convinced her
to come upstairs, but first he stopped by the receptionist and told him that ‘no
more than two’ of his buddies would drop by between five and six, and that when
it happened he was to be called no matter what. And off they went to the
elevator and, between the 5th and 6th floor the lift
stopped for about two minutes, then it was back in motion and stopped on the 11th
floor. And by then the raven haired girl was now tape-gagged and ziptied into submission, from above her breasts to her
ankles about a dozen and a half times!, since the whole floor was under
Cinnamon’s orders he simply made her hop into the hallway, forced her to knee
and took five minutes to reduce her into a tight package: legs folded, hogtied,
arms and torso zipped together, you name it... She was a package now, a very
frightened one, and he wasn’t over! He then reinforced her gag and carried her
to the room where I, ‘his boss’ was waiting after I had just finished to cinch
the last knot on my captive’s near naked body. Cinnamon hates to be tied up,
but she was quite passive as I wrapped her up in rope, after she took off all
of her clothes and stood in front of me with only her panties on.
So you can imagine Carolyn’s surprise
when she saw who was sharing a bed with her! Her eyes BULGED! And then I was by
their side, towering them and saying stuff like: ‘Big Dave was my dad’, ‘He
had a huge reputation but mine is bigger’, ‘You both will stay put while I do
my business’ and such, and then I grabbed a Polaroid, aimed at them and took a
couple of pictures...’
‘You...’ - started Charity.
‘Took a picture...’ - continued Gina
and Fay.
‘Of Cinnamon...’ - added Dora.
‘The Cinnamon
(!)...’ -
emphasized Hannah.
‘BOUND AND GAGGED??!!!’ - finished Mary and Sondra.
‘No, I just said that they were in two,
and they were destroyed that very same day anyway. But after I took the
pictures I looked ‘weirdly’ at them, and then I decided to blindfold them both
and that ‘Dave’ was supposed to call ‘her’. But as soon as I locked the leather
blindfold on Carolyn’s head, I started undoing Cinnamon’s bonds, then I turned
around and was formally introduced to Cinnamon’s body double, Jessie
something...’
‘Who?’ - asked Fay,
but it was Charity who answered.
‘Remember when Cinnamon took out that
scumbag in Detroit, in 2004, and was seen at the same time in the background of
a local protest in Miami being shown on TV? In all her years on activity she
must have used like a dozen of them, some are not very lookalike her, from the
neck up, but others can, even at a short distance, pass for Cinnamon.’
‘Jessie was of the first group, her
father was of very mixed ancestry while her mother was from one of those small
ethnic groups in Southern Asia, her face was pretty but I’d never ever have
mistaken her for Cinnamon. But her body, from her shoulders down to her toes...
a perfect match! And the one that was supposed to believe that she was Cinnamon
was already blindfolded... Thus... I freed Cinnamon
and she made sure that they were unable to detach one from the other, like two
tightly tied human salamis wrapped together in rope, and put on some clothes
before she left that bedroom.
The ‘geek-in-charge’ had an address
for her, but it was in Montana. So she grabbed the phone and talked to
somebody, I left the room at that point and waited outside (in the hallway)
with ‘Dave’, as she called someone who was there or had influence over people
who worked there. Ten minutes later she called us and said that we knew our
pieces, and that she was going to take a plane to Montana while we played them.
In the next thirty minutes she made a lot of phone calls, welcomed a
50-something fat dame who became in charge of the well being of both captives,
paid the geeks who were told to ‘do it’ when she told them to (but they were
supposed to not be even be in California when they did that, so they all took
two cabs for the airport right away), gave me and ‘Dave’ our final instructions
and left. By the time she reached Helena... that’s the name of Montana’s
capital. By the time she got there it was already over, and all that she did
was use a baseball bat on the preacher before she drove Sylvia to a ‘safe place’.
I never got the name of who she called and who were the dudes and dudettes that stormed the estate used by those fanatics for
their ‘cure processes’, just that they were locals...’
‘And you never had been in Montana?’
‘A half dozen times, Charity!
But it’s not the stuff you ask around... although I am almost sure that this ‘Willy
Teal’ was part of the team. In one of the times I went there I worked with him,
and while we were waiting for the day of the job to arrive we went to this
sports bar to watch a baseball game. Before the game there was this breaking
news about an escape attempt of the ‘infamous’ ‘Preacher Rex...’, his ‘freedom’
didn’t last half an hour (!), and they showed images of how he was found by the
police, after the raid ordered by Cinnamon... at that point Willy sneered...
the kind of sneer that gave you away...’
‘But how could they be able, even
being already in Montana, to strike at whatever was the place where Sylvia was
being held with so little time to plan?’ - asked Sondra as the others
nodded, to our surprise it was Mary who answered that...
‘I know that one! I am recognizing the
tale you’re telling us as the last job Cinnamon did before her seven months
retirement in the middle of the 90’s, right?’ - I nodded – ‘No one ever knew
the real reasons for her doing that, and thanks to you I am finally having that
question answered (am I?), but once I met this guy... Jimmy ‘The Dude Abides’
Carlin... and we talked about people we knew and he told me that he knew
Cinnamon since the day she sent him, and like half a dozen or more real muscle-bound
Rambos-for-hire (he was a transporter), to Montana to
rescue some chick she loved that was being ‘reprogrammed’ to stop being a
lesbian, they went there with seven possible addresses for the place she was
being held. Two of the guys, and Jimmy, spent the first day checking all of
them, and took three out of the list while waiting for more info from Cinnamon.
One of the Rambos
was also a military strategist and, with the official blueprints of the
remaining four addresses in hand, thanks to some guy that broke in the proper
places and delivered them in person in the very early hours of the second day
of their stay in Montana, he plotted the proper plans of attack on those
places. When came the info that she was being held in the 2nd
address on the list they set up a commando strike operation in less than one
hour, and three hours (and zero fatal causalities) later he passed the baseball
bat to Cinnamon as she told everybody to leave her alone with ‘Preacher Rex’
and three of his most faithful followers...’
‘She needed a baseball... bat to deal
with...(?) The bat was for them?’ - asked Fay
to Mary, who nodded before turning her gaze to me, and so I picked the
story from where I had left.
‘Anyway, Willy knew a lot more than he
told me, and the bastard admitted it!, but he told me
that Cinnamon beat up those four ********* all by herself and then grabbed a
bike and drove to where Sylvia was sent. The bike was of one of the
************* and she drove it through three states! But I am getting ahead of
myself... I returned to the manor with a couple of friends, Athena Washington
and her little sister Lucinda, and the old dame was all ‘Have you seen him?’
and ‘Have you talked to him?’, until I gave her the Polaroids.
‘There is no Big Dave, just me, and the real Sheila Danes is a whitey
chick’ I told her as the blood disappeared from her face. I told her that I had
thoroughly checked her (and her family’s) financial situation as I ‘interrogated’
my ‘way too talkative friend Leela’ and the spy she
had sent after us, and that me and my gals were there to check if there was
anything in the place worth stealing ‘for real’ if she wanted me to take her
junk. I did all to make it look like ‘Leela’ was but
a gal I had met a lifetime before, and had parted ways since I had gone deeper
into the ‘vice road’ while she went back to the ‘virtuous’ one...’
‘And she, I mean, the old dame and the
others beings of her family... Did they buy it...?’
‘They couldn’t care less about the
lesbian lover of their… white sheep! Or for the fate of their maid! I
could do whatever I wanted to with them both! (…) As long as I stole what
they needed me to steal! So off I went, around the house with Athena, to
check on what was the real deal and what was not and what I was supposed to ‘remove
from the premises’. Lucinda went to the garage and found out that three of the
cars had become furniture since some of their parts had been removed, probably
to be sold to other collectors as spare parts. But all five cars were insured
and I was supposed to take them too. After the Washingtons
and I came up with two BIG lists, we developed a plan.
The old dame and her sons would all
provide alibis for them for that night. A dinner with old friends, a meeting at
a club and so on… save for one of the granddaughters, Veronique, who was
supposed to have ‘one hell of a headache!’ and would be, along with Georgia,
the witnesses to the ‘major heist’ that they would become victims of that
night... The girl asked if that meant that she was to be ‘bound like a reel’
and I said ‘Yes’ and she started to protest, vehemently, until the old... what
was her name? (…) Her name... I can’t recall the old hag’s name! Anyway, the
old dame told her to shut up and that she would get a ‘good chunk’ of the
insurance money for her ‘sacrifice’. We made our last arrangements and me and
the girls left... The ‘Black Regent’ was our base, so I spent the next hours
there as ‘Dave’ made the last commands in his big cousin’s plans... I
only found out that like ten years later, but I still don’t know his
name!... and when the clock rang ‘8’ I was en route to
that estate once more.
Two winch trucks and three vans (the
stories about Cinnamon being flat broke when she ‘retired’ for seven months are
true, she saw no expense too high for that ‘operation’, as she called it) were
parked in front of the place by 9 PM and eight people, the Washington sisters
were the only women among them (plus me), got out of them. Cinnamon had
promised them 10K, plus whatever they managed to get
for what they stole, and they all made true of their reputations of being
professionals. ‘Cause as Lucinda and three guys went to the garage to take care
of the cars, me and the others opened the front door, went to the front hall
and there they were, the only people we were expecting to see at the place,
Veronique and Georgia. And Georgia was behind Veronique, who was down to her
bra and panties and tied to a chair facing us, holding a gun and pointing it at
me! The guys and Athena pulled out their own guns, I told them to not shoot as
I walked in their direction.
Georgia still tried to say something
but I cut her short: ‘Look here you dumb **********!!! I am a thief and so are
they! We don’t deal with kidnapping or slavery of any kind, never ever!
Tomorrow or the day after it your sister will be talking to you about her incredibly
boring experience of being my captive, probably frightening at first but after
a few hours of ZERO activity... it always get boring as you will be able to
testify to her too. Or she will be providing for your burial. Your call...’,
and now I was right in front of the occupied chair, I can still recall how
weird was the breathing of that girl, and Georgia’s gun was inches away from my
face.’
‘And she?’ - asked Fay.
‘Was sitting in another chair, at
Veronique’s left, not three minutes later. We, me and Athena, let her keep her
uniform as we bound her, first standing and then to the chair, while the others
were told to check if there was anybody else in the whole building. Or so our
captives heard... In truth, they left a dozen cameras in very strategic places.
But they didn’t know that and, when we were all gathered again with those
anxious salamis facing us I told Veronique, ‘My gal here will help you
supervise the removal of all your fakeries, and if you want to be found by the
cops wearing something else she’ll help you...’, as I cut the tape holding her
to that sturdy mahogany thing (that she was forced at gunpoint to move
to that point of the hall), ‘...but for now I like what you’re wearing,
including the gag...’, she tried to remove it but Athena’s firm grip prevented
her from doing it, and so it was a gagged and dressed in a classy white
underwear only girl that the cameras captured helping the men that, afterward,
she claimed had looted her home against her will.
I blindfolded the maid, patted her
head and, as they took care of the ‘fake’ list, I went to the library under the
pretense that Georgia was to be found there. She didn’t
try to run as I cut the ropes holding her legs together, so I just hogtied her
over a desk there, next I reinforced the gag and the blindfold, all done with
duct tape wrapped very tightly around her head. Earlier, I had seen something
that had attracted my attention and while I had waited to return to that place
I had made a research of my own. And what I was hoping to find there was
exactly what I did found... part, actually a third, of Colonel Liddell’s
collection...’
Honestly?
Ok, John C. Liddell was a colonel of
the Confederate Army who was famous for the huge collection of very rare books
that he kept at home. But when the Union troops showed up there they found a
dozen empty bookshelves, and John C. Liddell had died long before that day.
Until 1943 the fate of the books was unknown, until John’s great-grandniece
found a map in a never-sent letter from him to his brother (her
great-grandfather).
After a little digging in the hills
she found preciosities like Robinson Crusoe’s
first edition, and sold most of them to the big book collectors of her time,
minus 23 that she was ‘very fond of’. In 1982 all those books were
stolen and disappeared; becoming a legendary heist that no one ever claimed the
credit for. Can I finish the History lesson? Back to the
tale...
‘There were eight books, and they all
had the ‘seal’ (his rather elaborate signature) of John Cornelius Liddell on
them! I wrapped them carefully and put them in a box, which I carried to the
van I would ride on. There were other rare books around, but they all seemed
legit so I left them behind. We had to wait for the trucks to return, from wherever
they were sent to by Lucinda, and in the meantime... Well, Cinnamon wanted to
have some kind of revenge over Veronique in Sylvia’s name, thus... The guys
took care of the (short) ‘legit’ list, and when they were all outside me and
Athena stripped Veronique naked and left her over the dinner table, not in an ‘exposed’
way and we weren’t cruel or whatever as we did it...
That part of the hills is quite the
desert one and no one saw us leaving (with the cameras). Two hours later
Veronique’s uncle returned home, freed them and called the police... At about
the same time this young reporter was assaulted at home, but instead of robbing
her the two women (the Washingtons) who tied her up
and gagged her left a pile of VHS tapes over her bed (and a note). It took her
like twenty minutes to free herself from all that
tape, but as soon as she looked at what had been recorded... Well, that’s the official version anyway…’
‘The ‘Official’ version?’ - asked Fay.
‘She was Lucinda’s best friend’s
cousin, or girlfriend, or something like that... anyway, as I was waiting for
the night to arrive I asked the guys if they knew a reliable reporter, Lucinda
raised her hand and started to talk about this chick and how she was in need of
a help to stop being the ‘slave’ of other reporters... not what you’re
thinking... They made her pick their laundry, and coffee, and other menial jobs
and she was always the last one who could get anything useful for that night’s
edition... or the morning’s. So they visited her, she agreed to be taped up
rather tightly but they waited for her to start to free herself, after a little
show (that they cheered on) that she made to leave physical evidences that she
was attacked in her bed and had to free herself in her kitchen...’
‘Physical evidences?’ - asked Hannah.
‘Yes... she had to hop all the way
with her ankles taped together, and with those two sitting on the sofa and
pretending to watch something on TV, but ready to help her if she made any
miscalculation. She had tight tape marks on her arms and legs (she was wearing
a bikini fashion underwear when she was ‘attacked’, well... no, but, according
to Athena, she said ‘what the hell, IF I have to be a damsel in distress...
let’s be one in style!’) and foot prints and other things to back up her story,
so no one made a big fuss about how she got the tapes (no one cared actually)
and she started to make her name...’
‘And you and your books?’
‘I got in touch with this guy that I
met once, he was pretending to be a writer and I pretended to believe in him
and in the end, he did not manage to recover what he was supposed to for the
insurance company he worked for... Anyway, I knew his real name and found his
address, and I went there, found his missus and, when he showed up like two
hours later, he found her hog-cuffed in the buff in the bathtub and wearing a
blue ballgag... (…) Theirs! Not mine, theirs!
They had this BIG trunk filled with this kind of stuff under their bed, and she
actually took her time choosing what she would be ‘wearing’! And over their bed
was the least valuable of the books I had with me, and a note. It told him to
be at an address the following day, alone and all that, and we had a quick
dinner (he paid the bill) as we discussed how much I would get paid to hand him
the other books, and tell him where I had found them. His company was after
those books for quite a while and it took him a couple of years, but eventually
he managed to make the collection complete again...’
‘And Cinnamon?’ - asked Mary.
‘She only showed up like a week later.
I was the last or the before-the-last that she visited. She was a wreck. Sylvia
was another but; at least, she was getting help. Five years later she
was back to her ditzy self, and with a faithful (and domineering) wife to help
her live in this world of ours. Back at that night, Cinnamon just wanted to
retire, to leave ‘that life’... So she put an envelope with a key inside it and
told me that it was my payment, that she felt sorry
but she couldn’t and wouldn’t be in debt with me. I honestly thought that the
conversation was the last that I would ever hear of her... She kissed my cheek
and left...’
‘That ‘seven months retirement’
experience that she had before she started working for the Duchess?’ That was
the cause? Really?’ - asked Mary,
and I nodded.
‘And the key? To what it belonged to?’ - asked Gina.
‘To a locker downtown, inside it there
was this sports-bag filled with tens and twenties, a gun and some phone numbers
that I could use... Like ‘Cars’ written on top of a page and over a
dozen names, addresses, fees and numbers under it. ‘Guns’, ‘Muscles’,
‘Hideouts’, ‘Alibis’ and others filled the other pages. I knew
but less than a quarter of those people!’
‘But when she returned...’
‘Save for the girls (with bikini or
bra & panties amateur pictures in sexy and sexier poses!) of the
three-pages-long ‘Distractions’ list (I think that she was pranking me… or was she that down that she didn’t realized
what she was doing?), I had met almost all the names on all the list, and used
them sometimes... and then I am at Moe’s; she shows up, comes to me and asks: ‘My
lists?’. My answer: ‘Useful, most of them...’ (She didn’t seem to realize
what I meant with that). And she: ‘Are we even, then?’.
And I: ‘If you want it, I do feel like I owe you twice... for a couple of names
in those lists... at least’. And the next day I am helping her; simple stuff,
tie up a couple, let them see who I am and not see her (or acknowledge her
presence), and pretend to be robbing their place clean as she uses one of their
house’s windows for the ‘job’ (whatever it was), ‘for free’ (I did burgle
them); as she makes one of the three jobs that told the world that she was
back... before she joined the Duchess’ organization. She’d only need me again,
in a private matter, a couple of years later…’
‘And the lists?’ – asked Gina.
‘I copied the names I needed and gave
them back to her a few days later, minus the ‘Distractions’ list, don’t
get me wrong gals… I simply couldn’t find it anywhere!!!’
‘How so?’ – unlike the
others, Fay seemed honestly curious
about it.
‘So I got all those lists and all but this one are
potentially useful, so what should I do? Guard all the ‘useful’ lists in that
drawer and the lonely ‘unnecessary’ one there, under that pile of magazines
over there. Then Cinnamon calls me and says ‘Can I have my lists back, please?’ and since I am no stupid to say
‘no’ I arrange a meeting and go grab the lists. The ones in the drawer are in
the drawer, I copy names and addresses and put the
lists over the table. ‘Oh, there that one too!’ And I go grab it under the pile of magazines
and…’
And that’s when she did it, a coy
smile… not a grin. If it was a grin I probably would have been really mad… but
don’t worry, I just said (a bit too loud) ‘So it was you!!!’ and Charity confessed everything. Well, her
friendship with Cinnamon had to have started somewhere and, honestly, I would
have done the same. The great Cinnamon comes to me and says ‘I did a mistake
and that gal over there has a list of some girls who are… connected to me. Can you bring me that list back?’,
what else would I have said but ‘Of course!!!’?
And it was a clean job; I never
suspected a thing until I went to look for the list.
Of course, it took a lot of talking from all the
others (suddenly morphed into Charity’s
legal aid team, while we drank some tea prepared by Fay) to convince me of that.
Only when Sondra said ‘Alright, you wanna get even
with Charity? Do it!’ is that I relented (I found
myself suddenly without any idea of what to do in my own home, a bit vexing…)
and made peace with Charity as I
promised to her that ‘it wasn’t over!’…
I can be so childish sometimes…
On a side note, when she returned that
list (and the pictures) to Cinnamon there was an odd conversation between them
as she counted the money she got as payment (500 bucks). ‘You took a peek at
the pictures?’; ‘Yeah, had to in order to see if it was the right thing…’; ‘No
judgment from your part?’; ‘Not my stuff, not my thing…’ – and then there was a
silence that lasted like half a minute, and Charity said – ‘Just don’t have any
wet dream with me, ok?’… To which Cinnamon answered: ‘Too late for that!’
After it we chatted about something,
can’t remember exactly what, as they waited for their cabs. And, of course,
they tried to pry from me how I had managed to learn that much about their
plans… All to no avail, they would spend the next days
chatting among themselves as they discussed dozens of different theories about
it…
None came closer to the truth.
I bet you thought about some listening
device or, maybe, a blind person (with a very good hearing) who happened to sit
too close to our table before I arrived there?
Nope, but you almost got it with the
second guess.
Chandelle is a nice gal that has just
a little problem (I think it’s astigmatism) with her
eyes, and an almost perfect ‘ear’. And Fay
and Dora always arrive too early
(more than half an hour) to our meetings, waiting for the others while they
chat and drink ice tea in the bar (or the likes) of the place we chose for that
night. So I gave Chandelle the address of the place and a good description of
the girls, and she sat right next to them as she pretended to talk to some fella on the phone. When she had heard enough she left and
went to her home, texted me everything she knew and told me to ‘get even with those
rascals’.
Her payment was a daily bouquet of
flowers to her home, for a whole month!
It was more than worth it…
The End
The girls will return in ‘Mamma Nature Rules!’
The story about ‘Lord Jones’ may, eventually (read ten
years), become a story…