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From: Holiday <eholiday@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Louise Decides To Get A Job (FM bd - caution Christ imagery)
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Date: Thu, 30 Nov 2006 01:10:02 -0500
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I have quite a lot of stuff from over the years and will probably post
more in the next few weeks as I work through the old files I've always
meant to re-write. I've just decided to hell with it, I'm not going to
rewrite them, but I have to do something with them and so I'm going to
try posting them here and see if that gives me some peace about them.

This piece is a bit purple but it's all in fun - I hope that comes
across.  This is the only thing I have that uses Christian imagery and
I'm not sure why I'm posting it first.

I am accustomed to criticism. Please feel free to comment.

Thanks

Holiday

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   Louise Decides To Get A Job



   by Holiday

   Louise was ironing when she first knew she was going to die, nosing the
iron against the collar seam of the white silk blouse and staring into a
dream of nothing.  It stopped her.  She put the iron on its heel and looked
back through her thoughts to find it.  Of course, she thought.  As it was,
so shall it be.

   It was so obvious a truth that she'd never understood it.  It had always
been there, a shiny pool of possibility, and here it was, the real thing at
last.  The understanding, at least.

   She looked at it in disbelief.  How had she found this horrible truth?
She always looked on the bright side of things.  Half-full glasses and
half-sunny days and here she was thinking about Death, about the Real
Thing, not that Transition bullshit, but the Real Holy Fuck Thing.

   "I had to get out of the house," she told Ray later.



   "For fresh air?" said Ray.



   "No.  To get out.  I wanted to cancel everything and just get out of
here.  But there is no way out."



   Ray puts his beer on the table and sits up to her, "Out of where,
exactly?" he says, holding her eyes.



   "Out of the deal," she says.



   "A divorce." he says, sure of it.



   "No!" she says, "Idiot.  You don't understand."



   "A woman thing."



   Louise closed her eyes and breathed, "Yes," she said like he was the
most stupid person on earth, "A woman thing."



   "Ok, then." he said.  He took a fat gulp of his beer and hugged the
bottle to his chest in his big arms, "So everything's ok."

   When Christ appeared to Louise, he was naked and in chains.

   "Release me," he said.  The chains were gold with ruby-studded bands on
his wrists, on his ankles and on his neck and his cock.  His body was long
and lean, his skin shining in the light from some unseen fire.  His cock
was hard, swollen in the grip of its ring, dripping with need.

   "You bastard," she said, "You can walk on water."



   "Turn water into wine," he said.



   "Then let yourself go."



   "I need you for that." he grinned at her sheepishly, his eyes twinkling
and then lowered his long lashed lids.



   She laughed, contemptuous and angry, took the slick drooling bulb of his
cock and swirled it slowly in her palm, making him shiver, then she raked
her nails down the stem to grab his balls and jiggle them, rubbing his
frenum against her dry, cool forearm.



   "Where were you when I needed you?" she said, slipping furthur down to
slide a finger into his ass.  His cock snapped, flinging a bead of juice,
of wine, onto her breast, dribbling down to circle the quivering nipple,
biting it with a band of cool.  She blinked.



   He grinned, "I have always been here.  Waiting for you to find me.  I've
been calling and calling and calling you, but you just won't listen,
Louise."



   "You can make the blind see.  You can make dead men walk.  But you can't
make me listen?"



   "No." he said.



   "Can you tell me about Death?" She stepped closer until she felt the tip
of his cock tap her cunt's lips, and then gently nudged forward.  Her body
pulsed, a throb of violet velvet joy, blooming slowly from her cunt up. 
Shuddering, she pushed forward, slipping the hot tip deeper, sliding it
between her wet lips until she felt it nuzzle into her ass cheeks and its
shaft pressing throbbing up against her clitoris, each throb with a
pleasure deeper than the deepest, fullest thrust she had ever known from a
mortal man.  each pulse of it.  She pressed her breasts to his warm, moist
chest, and inhaled his bouquet of rich red wine.  She placed her trembling
palms over the upper curl of his buttocks and pulled him closer, pushed her
pubus to his pubus, pressed her cheek to his cheek, closed her eyes,
moaned, then with a wimper said, "Tell me about Death."



   He turned his mouth to her ear and kissed it, softly taking the lobe in
his lips and then touching the moist tip of his tongue to the heart of it,
he dissolved.



   She felt his spirit leave first.  Though she held his body against hers,
felt his cock still insistent between her thighs, nestling at the entrance
to her swollen dripping cunt, she felt alone.  The joy had gone.  It was
just another body suddenly, it could have been Bob in a bad mood, with a
cold perhaps.  Then the body went, too - a gentle tinkling like glass
breaking in another room.

   She was lying sweat-drenched and naked on the bed, gasping, hands
clutching her cunt, eyes astonished, when Bob walked in to the room.  He
stared at her, confused at first, and then, not really understanding,
angry. "Bitch," he said.  He got into bed, on the very edge, and curled
himself away from her, pulling his pillow close, "Why do I even give a
fuck?" he said, "Why the fuck do I care?"

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