Date: Thu, 3 Jul 1997 16:01:05 -0400 From: Tom Sawyer Subject: Re: INT: Don't mess with CathyB >CathyB elbowed Omar. "My gosh! She sure does have a mean wiggle >in her walk!" She ripped the tape from his mouth. "Yeah," grinned Omar, rubbing his mouth with cheeto stained fingers. "Quite an ass on that one." They both watched Bassie saunter to the bar and perch on a stool. "So." Omar turned to CathyB and took a sip of his malt scotch. "What can I do for ya, little miss?" Little miss? CathyB thought, recoiling inwardly at the leer on Omar's cheeto smeared lips. I'd better nip this in the bud right now. In a lightning motion, she snatched the gun off her back and brought the mahogany butt down hard on Omar's hand. The hand holding the cheap glass scotch glass. After the loud, head-turning thud there was a moment of stunned silence. Omar looked at the point where his hand had been innocently fondling the cool glass. Now he saw shards of glass, oddly bent orange fingers, and an amber liquid tinged with streaks of red that pooled in the slight depression in the cheap table formed from the crash of the gun-butt. The normal "O"-shape of his mouth slowly turned into a grimace as the implication of the sight before him dawned. "Little miss?" CathyB asked the flushing Omar. She re-slung her gun behind her. "Ah-h-h-h!" was all Omar could say for several long seconds. He was still looking incredulously at his manglesd hand. "Now," said CathyB calmly. "We were talking about my black lace garter. right?" "Ah-h-h-h." "Right. And I indicated that I would like it back. Right?" The "Ah-h-h" began to change to "Um-m-m" as Omar's eyes began to fill with pain and confusion. "Right. So you have 5 seconds to produce the garter. My sweetie gave it to me and he's coming to town at 5 o'clock and I want to wear it for him. The "Um-m-m" begin to be punctuated by sharp intakes of breath and Omar tried to sob. "See, I've got a hot time planned for him and the garter... well, let's just say it is to play an important part in this evening's proceedings...." Her voice trailed off. Why was she explaining it to this dirtball? She stopped mid-sentence and looked hard at the pathetic man. Sobbing now, Omar began to draw his hand toward him as he sat at the cheap table in the cheap barroom. The hand was leaving wet a trail and made a scraping sound. Whether the noise was from the glass imbedded in the flesh or perhaps it was exposed bone, CathyB cared little. "The garter, scumbag!" "Yes-s-s," he whispered between clenched teeth. His eyes were now filled with pain and fright and tears. "Yes-s-s." Clutching his hand to his robe he stood and tugged the robe upward with his good hand. Quickly he exposed the lower half of his body and she saw that he was wearing the garter. It stood out in disgusting contrast to the polka-dotted boxer shorts. "Take it off!" "I-I can-n-n't. My hand..." "Take it OFF!" He saw the fury on her face. "Ok.., okay." And tucking the robe under his injured arm, he tried to peel off the belt. Awkwardly inching the belt down over his knees and calves, a stocking snap caught on his boxer shorts and began to pull them down too. Omar's pain was so intense, and his fright so deep that he was unable to notice the shorts riding down. It was only when he began to notice the breeze on his ass that he suspected that something was happening that he'd prefer not to happen regarding his underwear. "Faster!" "Yes-s-s, yes!" And he pulled the belt off with a snap, sending the polka-dotted cloth flying through the air where it ended up unceremoniously dangling from Bessie's left ear. Sickened to the point of vomiting because of where the belt had been, CathyB snatched up the garment, and with visions of a delightfuly lustful evening with her darling dancing before her eyes, she bolted for the door. To be continued.... >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >And the beat goes on, >And the beat goes on... > >Drums keep poundin' >rhythm to the brain..... > >La da da de, >La da da da.... > > - Sonny and Cher > >I heard it on the radio, got stuck in my head - >now, I'm passing it on to you. You're welcome. >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ > >