My sweet,Sweet Lady in Red- Bootz
My Sweet ,Sweet Lady in Red.
By: Patricia Manyose
I threw my boots up on the table. I downed the last bit of whiskey at the bottom of that cold bottle. I looked out the window into the streets of downtown Virginia City. People were traveling every which way talking and flirting and laughing and having a dandy time. I was waiting to see a specific sight though. My sweet, sweet, lady in red. I looked back at my now empty bottle. I saw a simpleton. I stereotypical cowboy.
I had a flat black cowboy hat, a black button up vest with a large black trench coat. I had a dark brown mustache, and mud colored eyes. I was around thirty two at this time. MY face twisted and warped and made my forehead to look much more wide than in reality. I looked down at my worn out boots. Of course they were black as well. I can’t recall why I had such a deep obsession with such a melancholy color. But I was, and I always had some what of a darker image to myself. Most men in town where scared stiff of me. I took In a deep sigh and hollered
“ Bartender! Another round!”
The bartender was a musky looking feller. His hair was oily and slicked back. And he had a rough shave. His apron was stained with the sinful drink her served to the common folk here at the Diamond saloon. Rumors flew about town of him being an alcoholic and that was the only reason he took up the job. I didn’t doubt the mans love for beer, though I think he took the job because that’s all he was really good at.
I looked around the bar. Waiting to catch that glimpse of red. All I saw were the common whore’s who dwelled in this bottomless pit of sorrow sex and greed. As soon as I looked over the girls all shot their eyes away and began to whisper among themselves. I raised in eyebrow in question. I thought to myself
“ What was that about?”
I shook my head and concluded that I’m just a little loaded. One of the girls walked over to me. Her name was Cherry. She was a regular her at the diamond saloon, one of the cheaper whore usually went for the newer lads for they had no idea of what a real woman was.
“ hey-a Jacky boy,”
Said Cherry in a fake sweet voice. I personally found her enunciating. The thought of a woman selling herself, was a little disturbing, but this woman, this woman sold her self at all cost, I’m sure if u gave that whore a quarter you would get the full package. I looked back to my empty bottle and turned it upside down trying to get one last drop to deal with this nuisance. I let out a deep sigh,
“ How may I be of assistance to you Katrina?”
She gave another fake smile. I felt a shiver go down my spine as she just looked at me. She hopped up on the table crossed her legs and pushed out her breasts.
“ You know want I want Johnny,”
Her voice pierced my ears. Its very hard to be polite to a woman who inflicts such disgust on my being. I looked at my bottle and let out another deep sigh.
“Listen, Cherry, you’re a…lovely lady.…but my heart belongs to Jean,”
The lady in Reds real name was Jean. She was referred to the lady in red for her flowing red hair, and her pimps obsession with her wearing red blew out of proportion. She was to wear a red dress with fire engine lipstick every single day. Her eyes where of an emerald green and she had smooth ivory skin. I was the only man that ever had her free of charge. Her pimp Al didn’t dare bitch about it for he knew I had a wicked temper, and I could cause a fuss, and he thought it gave some what of a scandalous vibe to her. No man dare rub his affairs with my woman in my face. They all tip toed around me. Jean was a top class girl, she wasn’t any where near as cheap as those other tarts. Finally the bartender returned with my drink.
“ what took yuh so long?”
The bartender glanced over to the scarlet’s across the way.
“ Them there girls really wanna’ ride your nuts boy…”
I felt my stomach drop the instant he said that.
“ Dammit,”
I thought to myself. I hate whore hounding me. The only woman, I wanted….ever…is Jean. She’s my everything….I couldn’t imagine life without her…
I settled my feet back on the floor and worked to open my bottle. My sweet little red lady said she would be there at 4:00. By the time I got my to my second bottle it was 5:00.
“ Where the hell is she?”
I thought to myself. I looked out into the street again. I still saw no glimpse of red.
Not one spec of my sweet, sweet lady in red.
I turned around and was startled by Sophie. She was way upper class, in the same category as Jean. “
“ Damn girl you just dog gone almost gave me a heart attack”
I said chuckling as I set down my beer. Sophie was a sweet girl and very beautiful. But in my eyes she didn’t add up anywhere near my sweet, sweet, lady in red.
“ How can I help you miss Sophie? “
Jean had told me all the stories of the girls around town. I personally have only met her once or twice.
“ Sophie sat dead next to me and smiled.
“ I was wondering if you could help me with something….:
Sophie lifted her skirt up a little.
“ see I’m having this problem, its been a slow night,”
She lifted her skirt even higher.
“ and I need me a good man ant least once a day,”
She said as she winked her baby doll blue eyes at me. Sophie had on her blue dress, with black lace around it. Her corset was tied tight and made her breast pop out above her shirt. Her hair was blonde and curly.
This comment she made had troubled me. Sophie would never. Not in a thousand years, hand out a free bee. She was a high class girl, and she knew it.
I looked at her and politely said
“I’m sorry Sophie I can’t help you, I’m sure there are plenty fellers in her who would be glad to though,”
I went to take another swig out of my bottle than I felt her hand softly push it down. I looked at her as she pushed my bottle down.
“ I only want you Jacky boy,”
She said as the bottle released from my lips.
I just stared at her for a moment. She grabbed me by the hand and started to drag me over to where all the other tarts resided. I felt a realization come over me like a deep wave. I stopped walking before we could reach the herd of whores.
“look Sophie I’m waiting for someone..,”
“ who could do you better than we could baby?”
“ The lady in Red?”
The girls went silent for a moment than Sophie broke the silence.
“Well, until she gets here….,”
Said Sophie with a wicked smile.
“ Let’s entertain you,”
I pulled my hand back.
“ Really Sophie, I don’t want this,”
She grabbed my hand again and tried to drag me off to the herd once more. I finally had enough . I felt a surge of anger rush threw my body like a strike of lightning.
I grabbed Katrina and dragged her up stairs to room. I threw her in there and slammed the door shut.
“ Now that’s what I’m talking about baby!”
She went for my belt ,I pushed her on the bed.
“ That’s not what I brought you here for Katrina!”
I saw fear rising in her eyes. I took this opportunity to find out just what these whores wanted with me.
“ You all know very well that I don’t want anyone but Jean! Yet you still pester me to lay with you? What the fuck is going on Sophie?,”
I hollered at her. She held back the tears beginning to fill her eyes.
“ Nothing, we just wanted to have a good time….”
She looked away as she said this. It totally gave her away. I grabbed her face and shoved it in my direction.
“ You filthy lying whore! Tell me right now or I swear to god girl your gonna regret it!”
“ Please,”
Screamed Katrina as the tears burst out of her eyes. I grabbed her by her throat and pinned her against the wall.
“ Start talking girl!,”
“ Your sweet lady in red is here! She’s in room eight with a rich man who just came to town, He refused to have sex with her anywhere else we were just trying to protect you! Please I swear,”
I felt her body trembling under my fist. I had never heard Jean be with another man before…no man dare rubbed her affairs in my face. I had a short fuse. Especially involving men. I thought to myself,
“ how dare this pig touch my sweet ,sweet lady in red? She was, mine, he think he could just milk her profit like the breast of a cow? No, my lady, was definitely no cow, and I didn’t want any man to treat her in such a manner ever again.
I sat on the bed in the room and tried to catch the thoughts racing and swirling around my head. Sophie was collapsed on the floor, just bawling her eyes out.
“ where did you say she was?,”
“ what was that Jack?”
I screamed back at her,
” where is she?,”
“She’s in room eight, but Jack you can’t go in there!”
“ watch me!,”
I burst through the door and made a B-line for room eight. A large man with a round belly stumbled by me drunk with two whores hanging on his arm. I grabbed the gun from his side. He started to mumble I couldn’t really understand him I just decked him and continued on my path. The whores frantic around him quickly, I believe in fear of loosing their client for the night. What a disgusting game this world plays. I was refused to be a part of the silly game any longer, I was sure That Jean was done with it as well.
I remember when we spent are nights together, often I would hold her crying as she told me of how much she hates what she did, but there was no logical way to escape her pimp, Al, he was a sincere prick. He was insanely jealous of me for having Jeans love, sure he could get her body, and I know he has though she would never admit it to me, I had her love, and he wanted it so desperately. He would never attempt to hire a hit man for he knew that Jean would leave this world right behind me so I had no fears of Al.
I continued with a rush of anger in my red. I could I have sworn I was literally seeing red. I will in this tonight I thought. Final decision. I hated every man as I saw and thought of them all as pigs. How dare they touch my, MY, sweet lady in red. She was going to be mine for eternity and on. I thought how dare they treat my lady as a cow? Milking the benefits of her breaths and slaughtering her innocents. As I approached room eight I heard the man squeal……like a little piggy….I burst through the door. I saw him on top of my lady going at it like a bulldog on a bone. I saw blood running down her leg but she wasn’t making a sound. I grabbed the man by the back of his shirt and shot him in the head. Blood and brains splattered all over the beige walls. I grabbed Jean and saw tears pouring down her face. Her make up was smeared and her hair was a mess. She was still absolutely beautiful to me.
“ Jean do you want to be with me?,” I asked in a rushed voice for my gun shot was loud and rang through out the saloon and I was expecting company any minute.
“ Of course Jack,” replied Jean just as quick
“ Do you trust me?”
“ Yes Jack,”
I grabbed her around her waist and made her face away from me. I held her I hand with mine that was free.
“ I love you Jean,” I whispered in her ear.
“ I love you too Jack,” she replied as the tears continued to roll down her face.
I shut my eyes tight as I could
*BANG*
I heard a thud and instantly through the gun up to my head again.
*BANG*
Everything went pure white, the white seemed to last for hours and I wondered the white. I could still see my boots, and my hands. I was praying to god that I wasn’t in hell. I world in pure white by myself for eternity. That would be pure hell for me. I wandered and wandered til I saw a dot in the distance. I ran for it. Something, I needed something, other than my own wretched body and mind. I ran and ran the dot seemed to get closers but I couldn’t make out just what it was. So I ran on. Until I could make out what the mysterious dot in the distance was.
It was a lady. Dressed in red. I felt my heart leap and my stomach filled with a ferocious roar of butterflies.
“JEAN!,”
I screamed at the top of my lungs and ran at amazing speeds I was unaware my body could even make it up to, anybody could make it up to. I slammed into her arms open picked her up and swung her around laughing as she giggled and kissed me.
I finally set her down, but my arms where still wrapped around her.
“ Where free, I said softly as I set her down on the white plane below us. But as I set her down I saw a tear run down her cheek.
“ Whats wrong babe? Aren’t you happy?,” I asked with a worried voice for I may have depressed my love for eternity….
She looked up at me and smile.
“ Of course I’m happy ,” she grabbed my hand.
“ I’m finally free,” I grabbed her and held her tight once more.
“ we sure are baby….we sure are…”
We wandered that white plane, for hours, I assume, time is lost in what some call ” purgatory”. We talked about our fears, and what led up to my reaction, and she told me of the man who I had murdered.
From what Jean said, the reason there was blood is because he wanted to taste her, and got really intense on biting her, and him being a client she couldn’t do nothing but take the biting. He did see that it hurt her, which just made him bite her harder, until she was in tears. Than he resumed to get exactly what he paid for and of course he pulled her hair violently leaving it a mess, and ended up tearing her clothes. She had bruises all over her from being slammed around by the brute. If this was indeed “ purgatory” it was sure as hell worth slaughtering that little piggy.
As soon as she was done telling me her story I lifted up her dress and examined her part. I didn’t feel any sexual attraction during this just concern and worry. As I looked it didn’t seem too bad, just a few scratches and when I looked at her bruises those were totally gone. Than it hit me.
…..I shot Jean in her head…
I carefully turned her head to the side and examined the gun wound. It wasn’t too deep it didn’t look at all like I actually had shot her. The way I figured it. Wounds heal quickly here in purgatory. I kissed the small wound on her head and told her she was going to be fine. We continued talking and reminiscing and trying to figure things to do sitting here in the white plain of absence. We stopped for a moment and lad on the ground. I fell asleep with the woman I love upon my chest. When I awoke I was lying on a bed. In room Eight. At the Diamond Saloon. Jean was lying with me still everything was quite. I lifted my head and looked around
Was it all just a dream?
I saw Jeans best friend Maggie, on the floor scrubbing. I holler,
“ Maggie! What in the hell are you doing girl?,” She didn’t respond, I softly lifted Jean off my chest and set her back down on the bed. She was in a heavy sleep. When I got up I saw what Maggie was scrubbing.
It was blood splatters on the floor. I looked on the wall and there was a faint stain of red there on the wall. I waved my hand in Maggie’s face. No response. I got down close to Maggie’s face. She was crying so hard. It broke my heart to see the girl so sad. But she didn’t even look up at me.
Al burst in the door, I stood straight up ready to brawl with him. HE didn’t look at me neither.
“ Hurry up with that floor you whore, my cock needs some sucking!,” I shivered as he said this and he just slammed the door shut. Maggie started to cry harder and harder as she scrubbed harder. I felt a rage rise around me.
I burst through the door. I went into Al’s office, I saw a young lad standing there just getting his face ripped off by Al.
“ How dare he!??!,” He hollered at the lad.
I giggled and leaned against the door. I took my sweet Jean away from him. That was one of the best perks that came with Jean and mine leaving.
“ She was mine! He may think that she was his, NO, she was mine. I would have given that woman EVERYTHING if she would have just been with me! And look what that naïve whore did? She gets murdered by a jealous boy friend, than before I could get MY hands on him the mother fucker blows his brains out!”
I just kept laughing and laughing at this ridiculous little man.
But than I saw him strike the young man.
“ fuck!,” screamed Al right as that happened my laughter met its end and I felt a swirling rage rise around me. My first thought was I have to get the boy out of here. Right as I thought that a strong wind threw the boy out. Papers were flying all around the room. The sun shone brightly through the windows and revealed dust all about.
Al slammed up against the wall. HE felt another surge, and it felt as though lighting was rushing through my body, I even felt my feet lift of the ground and the desk went flying and pinned all against the wall and punctured his stomach, blood started to trail down onto the floor and Al coughed blood up and it splattered all over the old oak desk. I moved forward. And Grabbed a quill pen off his desk. I stabbed him over and over again in his eyes, in his head, to me his head was as soft as butter, melting away and the pen heated by my fury. Blood splattered all over my face but I continued on. I must have stabbed him fifty fucking times. His head drooped long before I was done which made somewhat of a river for the blood to flow.
I started to calm down when I could no longer distinguish who that mesh of flesh was. I released and turned around to see Jean leaning in the door way. Her dress flowed in the wind. Her face was not one I expected. She had a smirk. I smirk of approval at that!
I dropped the pen and breathed hard. She walked towards me. Her hips swaying back and forth. I walked towards her quickly and kissed her rough and hard. And when were were done with our little make out fest she asked,
“Jack, I wanna help Maggie get out of here,” she sat on the desk and spread her legs,”
“ would you be so kind as to pull this dresser back and get the money out of the top drawer for me?,”
I walked up between her legs and smiled. I ran my hand up her thigh and kissed her lightly.
“ In a minute…”
I unzipped my pants and spread her legs farther.
“ Do you mind?,” I asked in a playful tone.
“ Not at all,” she replied with a smile. I grabbed her by her hips and slammed into her.
Fuck that was the best laying I had ever gotten. Jean let out a small moan. I smirked and slammed in harder, and harder, till I got her screaming. I was going harder and faster than ever. And she was screaming as loud as she could. Over and over a wave of ecstasy flowed over me. We were rocking that desk so hard. I’m surprised I didn’t bust the damn thing. Heh, Al’s Body was still there dripping blood as I fornicated with the one woman he ever truly wanted. I slammed into her one last final time, and she screamed as loud as she could and we both hit our climaxes at the same time I kissed her and smirked, than lifted her up and sat her on the couch by the window. She lit up one of Al’s expensive cigarettes and lounged while I dislodged the desk from her former pimps gut. His body dropped. I ripped open all the drawers and took out all the money. There was $5,675.00
which at the time was a lot. I handed the money to Jean she took the money and grabbed my hand we meandered over to room eight were Maggie was. We looked around but couldn’t find her. Than we heard crying in the closet. I assumed that the poor girl had heard all the gore that her pimp had just endured. I opened the closet and Jean got on her knees in front of her. She slid the in money friends pocket, and kissed her cheek. At the sudden shift of weight in her pocket Maggie reached in and pulled out the money. She instantly shoved it back inher pocket and covered her face. I couldn’t help but giggle at this. She looked down at her pocket and looked in it again. Maggie stood up and walked outside the closet. Jean touched her shoulder and whispered in her ear,
“ run,”
Maggie touched her own shoulder, and I believe she heard her for she instantly made a B-line for the door. I looked at Jean.
“ Should we follow?”
“ Yes, I think that would be best,” replied Jean. I grabbed her hand and walked after Maggie. A herd of man were rushing all around busy as bee’s none of them payed any attention to Maggie. We walked on until we reached the trains station. I looked at Jean once more,
“ hey babe, why don’t we travel? “
jean looked at me and replied
“ why not? “ smiled and gave me a big kiss.
Jean and I have been all over this world. From Ireland to Africa, from Germany to Hawaii, from the north pole to the south. She wore many beautiful dresses and hung around all major event. During World War Two Jean and I went about slaughtering SS officers and helping those we could. Unfortunately we could make ourselves to mainstream, if we do anything to major to obstruct the public views we are sent to Purgatory till things calm back down. Damn that stupid white plane.
After all of our travels we now reside in room eight at the Diamond Saloon in Virginia City. Everything’s modern and still is a little queer to Jean and I. I personally don’t care for that new technology, of slot machines and such. But Jean, Jean loves them. When everyone is gone she likes to play them, and poke fun at the guest. She like to build quite the reputation for herself. Every night in the dining hall, they play soft slow music. I dance with the woman I love, not a day goes by when I bore of her company. I get what every man wants. To see the woman he loves to smile for the rest of Time. I’m a lucky man, for I am with her for eternity. My sweet, sweet, Lady in Red.
By: Patricia Manyose
I threw my boots up on the table. I downed the last bit of whiskey at the bottom of that cold bottle. I looked out the window into the streets of downtown Virginia City. People were traveling every which way talking and flirting and laughing and having a dandy time. I was waiting to see a specific sight though. My sweet, sweet, lady in red. I looked back at my now empty bottle. I saw a simpleton. I stereotypical cowboy.
I had a flat black cowboy hat, a black button up vest with a large black trench coat. I had a dark brown mustache, and mud colored eyes. I was around thirty two at this time. MY face twisted and warped and made my forehead to look much more wide than in reality. I looked down at my worn out boots. Of course they were black as well. I can’t recall why I had such a deep obsession with such a melancholy color. But I was, and I always had some what of a darker image to myself. Most men in town where scared stiff of me. I took In a deep sigh and hollered
“ Bartender! Another round!”
The bartender was a musky looking feller. His hair was oily and slicked back. And he had a rough shave. His apron was stained with the sinful drink her served to the common folk here at the Diamond saloon. Rumors flew about town of him being an alcoholic and that was the only reason he took up the job. I didn’t doubt the mans love for beer, though I think he took the job because that’s all he was really good at.
I looked around the bar. Waiting to catch that glimpse of red. All I saw were the common whore’s who dwelled in this bottomless pit of sorrow sex and greed. As soon as I looked over the girls all shot their eyes away and began to whisper among themselves. I raised in eyebrow in question. I thought to myself
“ What was that about?”
I shook my head and concluded that I’m just a little loaded. One of the girls walked over to me. Her name was Cherry. She was a regular her at the diamond saloon, one of the cheaper whore usually went for the newer lads for they had no idea of what a real woman was.
“ hey-a Jacky boy,”
Said Cherry in a fake sweet voice. I personally found her enunciating. The thought of a woman selling herself, was a little disturbing, but this woman, this woman sold her self at all cost, I’m sure if u gave that whore a quarter you would get the full package. I looked back to my empty bottle and turned it upside down trying to get one last drop to deal with this nuisance. I let out a deep sigh,
“ How may I be of assistance to you Katrina?”
She gave another fake smile. I felt a shiver go down my spine as she just looked at me. She hopped up on the table crossed her legs and pushed out her breasts.
“ You know want I want Johnny,”
Her voice pierced my ears. Its very hard to be polite to a woman who inflicts such disgust on my being. I looked at my bottle and let out another deep sigh.
“Listen, Cherry, you’re a…lovely lady.…but my heart belongs to Jean,”
The lady in Reds real name was Jean. She was referred to the lady in red for her flowing red hair, and her pimps obsession with her wearing red blew out of proportion. She was to wear a red dress with fire engine lipstick every single day. Her eyes where of an emerald green and she had smooth ivory skin. I was the only man that ever had her free of charge. Her pimp Al didn’t dare bitch about it for he knew I had a wicked temper, and I could cause a fuss, and he thought it gave some what of a scandalous vibe to her. No man dare rub his affairs with my woman in my face. They all tip toed around me. Jean was a top class girl, she wasn’t any where near as cheap as those other tarts. Finally the bartender returned with my drink.
“ what took yuh so long?”
The bartender glanced over to the scarlet’s across the way.
“ Them there girls really wanna’ ride your nuts boy…”
I felt my stomach drop the instant he said that.
“ Dammit,”
I thought to myself. I hate whore hounding me. The only woman, I wanted….ever…is Jean. She’s my everything….I couldn’t imagine life without her…
I settled my feet back on the floor and worked to open my bottle. My sweet little red lady said she would be there at 4:00. By the time I got my to my second bottle it was 5:00.
“ Where the hell is she?”
I thought to myself. I looked out into the street again. I still saw no glimpse of red.
Not one spec of my sweet, sweet lady in red.
I turned around and was startled by Sophie. She was way upper class, in the same category as Jean. “
“ Damn girl you just dog gone almost gave me a heart attack”
I said chuckling as I set down my beer. Sophie was a sweet girl and very beautiful. But in my eyes she didn’t add up anywhere near my sweet, sweet, lady in red.
“ How can I help you miss Sophie? “
Jean had told me all the stories of the girls around town. I personally have only met her once or twice.
“ Sophie sat dead next to me and smiled.
“ I was wondering if you could help me with something….:
Sophie lifted her skirt up a little.
“ see I’m having this problem, its been a slow night,”
She lifted her skirt even higher.
“ and I need me a good man ant least once a day,”
She said as she winked her baby doll blue eyes at me. Sophie had on her blue dress, with black lace around it. Her corset was tied tight and made her breast pop out above her shirt. Her hair was blonde and curly.
This comment she made had troubled me. Sophie would never. Not in a thousand years, hand out a free bee. She was a high class girl, and she knew it.
I looked at her and politely said
“I’m sorry Sophie I can’t help you, I’m sure there are plenty fellers in her who would be glad to though,”
I went to take another swig out of my bottle than I felt her hand softly push it down. I looked at her as she pushed my bottle down.
“ I only want you Jacky boy,”
She said as the bottle released from my lips.
I just stared at her for a moment. She grabbed me by the hand and started to drag me over to where all the other tarts resided. I felt a realization come over me like a deep wave. I stopped walking before we could reach the herd of whores.
“look Sophie I’m waiting for someone..,”
“ who could do you better than we could baby?”
“ The lady in Red?”
The girls went silent for a moment than Sophie broke the silence.
“Well, until she gets here….,”
Said Sophie with a wicked smile.
“ Let’s entertain you,”
I pulled my hand back.
“ Really Sophie, I don’t want this,”
She grabbed my hand again and tried to drag me off to the herd once more. I finally had enough . I felt a surge of anger rush threw my body like a strike of lightning.
I grabbed Katrina and dragged her up stairs to room. I threw her in there and slammed the door shut.
“ Now that’s what I’m talking about baby!”
She went for my belt ,I pushed her on the bed.
“ That’s not what I brought you here for Katrina!”
I saw fear rising in her eyes. I took this opportunity to find out just what these whores wanted with me.
“ You all know very well that I don’t want anyone but Jean! Yet you still pester me to lay with you? What the fuck is going on Sophie?,”
I hollered at her. She held back the tears beginning to fill her eyes.
“ Nothing, we just wanted to have a good time….”
She looked away as she said this. It totally gave her away. I grabbed her face and shoved it in my direction.
“ You filthy lying whore! Tell me right now or I swear to god girl your gonna regret it!”
“ Please,”
Screamed Katrina as the tears burst out of her eyes. I grabbed her by her throat and pinned her against the wall.
“ Start talking girl!,”
“ Your sweet lady in red is here! She’s in room eight with a rich man who just came to town, He refused to have sex with her anywhere else we were just trying to protect you! Please I swear,”
I felt her body trembling under my fist. I had never heard Jean be with another man before…no man dare rubbed her affairs in my face. I had a short fuse. Especially involving men. I thought to myself,
“ how dare this pig touch my sweet ,sweet lady in red? She was, mine, he think he could just milk her profit like the breast of a cow? No, my lady, was definitely no cow, and I didn’t want any man to treat her in such a manner ever again.
I sat on the bed in the room and tried to catch the thoughts racing and swirling around my head. Sophie was collapsed on the floor, just bawling her eyes out.
“ where did you say she was?,”
“ what was that Jack?”
I screamed back at her,
” where is she?,”
“She’s in room eight, but Jack you can’t go in there!”
“ watch me!,”
I burst through the door and made a B-line for room eight. A large man with a round belly stumbled by me drunk with two whores hanging on his arm. I grabbed the gun from his side. He started to mumble I couldn’t really understand him I just decked him and continued on my path. The whores frantic around him quickly, I believe in fear of loosing their client for the night. What a disgusting game this world plays. I was refused to be a part of the silly game any longer, I was sure That Jean was done with it as well.
I remember when we spent are nights together, often I would hold her crying as she told me of how much she hates what she did, but there was no logical way to escape her pimp, Al, he was a sincere prick. He was insanely jealous of me for having Jeans love, sure he could get her body, and I know he has though she would never admit it to me, I had her love, and he wanted it so desperately. He would never attempt to hire a hit man for he knew that Jean would leave this world right behind me so I had no fears of Al.
I continued with a rush of anger in my red. I could I have sworn I was literally seeing red. I will in this tonight I thought. Final decision. I hated every man as I saw and thought of them all as pigs. How dare they touch my, MY, sweet lady in red. She was going to be mine for eternity and on. I thought how dare they treat my lady as a cow? Milking the benefits of her breaths and slaughtering her innocents. As I approached room eight I heard the man squeal……like a little piggy….I burst through the door. I saw him on top of my lady going at it like a bulldog on a bone. I saw blood running down her leg but she wasn’t making a sound. I grabbed the man by the back of his shirt and shot him in the head. Blood and brains splattered all over the beige walls. I grabbed Jean and saw tears pouring down her face. Her make up was smeared and her hair was a mess. She was still absolutely beautiful to me.
“ Jean do you want to be with me?,” I asked in a rushed voice for my gun shot was loud and rang through out the saloon and I was expecting company any minute.
“ Of course Jack,” replied Jean just as quick
“ Do you trust me?”
“ Yes Jack,”
I grabbed her around her waist and made her face away from me. I held her I hand with mine that was free.
“ I love you Jean,” I whispered in her ear.
“ I love you too Jack,” she replied as the tears continued to roll down her face.
I shut my eyes tight as I could
*BANG*
I heard a thud and instantly through the gun up to my head again.
*BANG*
Everything went pure white, the white seemed to last for hours and I wondered the white. I could still see my boots, and my hands. I was praying to god that I wasn’t in hell. I world in pure white by myself for eternity. That would be pure hell for me. I wandered and wandered til I saw a dot in the distance. I ran for it. Something, I needed something, other than my own wretched body and mind. I ran and ran the dot seemed to get closers but I couldn’t make out just what it was. So I ran on. Until I could make out what the mysterious dot in the distance was.
It was a lady. Dressed in red. I felt my heart leap and my stomach filled with a ferocious roar of butterflies.
“JEAN!,”
I screamed at the top of my lungs and ran at amazing speeds I was unaware my body could even make it up to, anybody could make it up to. I slammed into her arms open picked her up and swung her around laughing as she giggled and kissed me.
I finally set her down, but my arms where still wrapped around her.
“ Where free, I said softly as I set her down on the white plane below us. But as I set her down I saw a tear run down her cheek.
“ Whats wrong babe? Aren’t you happy?,” I asked with a worried voice for I may have depressed my love for eternity….
She looked up at me and smile.
“ Of course I’m happy ,” she grabbed my hand.
“ I’m finally free,” I grabbed her and held her tight once more.
“ we sure are baby….we sure are…”
We wandered that white plane, for hours, I assume, time is lost in what some call ” purgatory”. We talked about our fears, and what led up to my reaction, and she told me of the man who I had murdered.
From what Jean said, the reason there was blood is because he wanted to taste her, and got really intense on biting her, and him being a client she couldn’t do nothing but take the biting. He did see that it hurt her, which just made him bite her harder, until she was in tears. Than he resumed to get exactly what he paid for and of course he pulled her hair violently leaving it a mess, and ended up tearing her clothes. She had bruises all over her from being slammed around by the brute. If this was indeed “ purgatory” it was sure as hell worth slaughtering that little piggy.
As soon as she was done telling me her story I lifted up her dress and examined her part. I didn’t feel any sexual attraction during this just concern and worry. As I looked it didn’t seem too bad, just a few scratches and when I looked at her bruises those were totally gone. Than it hit me.
…..I shot Jean in her head…
I carefully turned her head to the side and examined the gun wound. It wasn’t too deep it didn’t look at all like I actually had shot her. The way I figured it. Wounds heal quickly here in purgatory. I kissed the small wound on her head and told her she was going to be fine. We continued talking and reminiscing and trying to figure things to do sitting here in the white plain of absence. We stopped for a moment and lad on the ground. I fell asleep with the woman I love upon my chest. When I awoke I was lying on a bed. In room Eight. At the Diamond Saloon. Jean was lying with me still everything was quite. I lifted my head and looked around
Was it all just a dream?
I saw Jeans best friend Maggie, on the floor scrubbing. I holler,
“ Maggie! What in the hell are you doing girl?,” She didn’t respond, I softly lifted Jean off my chest and set her back down on the bed. She was in a heavy sleep. When I got up I saw what Maggie was scrubbing.
It was blood splatters on the floor. I looked on the wall and there was a faint stain of red there on the wall. I waved my hand in Maggie’s face. No response. I got down close to Maggie’s face. She was crying so hard. It broke my heart to see the girl so sad. But she didn’t even look up at me.
Al burst in the door, I stood straight up ready to brawl with him. HE didn’t look at me neither.
“ Hurry up with that floor you whore, my cock needs some sucking!,” I shivered as he said this and he just slammed the door shut. Maggie started to cry harder and harder as she scrubbed harder. I felt a rage rise around me.
I burst through the door. I went into Al’s office, I saw a young lad standing there just getting his face ripped off by Al.
“ How dare he!??!,” He hollered at the lad.
I giggled and leaned against the door. I took my sweet Jean away from him. That was one of the best perks that came with Jean and mine leaving.
“ She was mine! He may think that she was his, NO, she was mine. I would have given that woman EVERYTHING if she would have just been with me! And look what that naïve whore did? She gets murdered by a jealous boy friend, than before I could get MY hands on him the mother fucker blows his brains out!”
I just kept laughing and laughing at this ridiculous little man.
But than I saw him strike the young man.
“ fuck!,” screamed Al right as that happened my laughter met its end and I felt a swirling rage rise around me. My first thought was I have to get the boy out of here. Right as I thought that a strong wind threw the boy out. Papers were flying all around the room. The sun shone brightly through the windows and revealed dust all about.
Al slammed up against the wall. HE felt another surge, and it felt as though lighting was rushing through my body, I even felt my feet lift of the ground and the desk went flying and pinned all against the wall and punctured his stomach, blood started to trail down onto the floor and Al coughed blood up and it splattered all over the old oak desk. I moved forward. And Grabbed a quill pen off his desk. I stabbed him over and over again in his eyes, in his head, to me his head was as soft as butter, melting away and the pen heated by my fury. Blood splattered all over my face but I continued on. I must have stabbed him fifty fucking times. His head drooped long before I was done which made somewhat of a river for the blood to flow.
I started to calm down when I could no longer distinguish who that mesh of flesh was. I released and turned around to see Jean leaning in the door way. Her dress flowed in the wind. Her face was not one I expected. She had a smirk. I smirk of approval at that!
I dropped the pen and breathed hard. She walked towards me. Her hips swaying back and forth. I walked towards her quickly and kissed her rough and hard. And when were were done with our little make out fest she asked,
“Jack, I wanna help Maggie get out of here,” she sat on the desk and spread her legs,”
“ would you be so kind as to pull this dresser back and get the money out of the top drawer for me?,”
I walked up between her legs and smiled. I ran my hand up her thigh and kissed her lightly.
“ In a minute…”
I unzipped my pants and spread her legs farther.
“ Do you mind?,” I asked in a playful tone.
“ Not at all,” she replied with a smile. I grabbed her by her hips and slammed into her.
Fuck that was the best laying I had ever gotten. Jean let out a small moan. I smirked and slammed in harder, and harder, till I got her screaming. I was going harder and faster than ever. And she was screaming as loud as she could. Over and over a wave of ecstasy flowed over me. We were rocking that desk so hard. I’m surprised I didn’t bust the damn thing. Heh, Al’s Body was still there dripping blood as I fornicated with the one woman he ever truly wanted. I slammed into her one last final time, and she screamed as loud as she could and we both hit our climaxes at the same time I kissed her and smirked, than lifted her up and sat her on the couch by the window. She lit up one of Al’s expensive cigarettes and lounged while I dislodged the desk from her former pimps gut. His body dropped. I ripped open all the drawers and took out all the money. There was $5,675.00
which at the time was a lot. I handed the money to Jean she took the money and grabbed my hand we meandered over to room eight were Maggie was. We looked around but couldn’t find her. Than we heard crying in the closet. I assumed that the poor girl had heard all the gore that her pimp had just endured. I opened the closet and Jean got on her knees in front of her. She slid the in money friends pocket, and kissed her cheek. At the sudden shift of weight in her pocket Maggie reached in and pulled out the money. She instantly shoved it back inher pocket and covered her face. I couldn’t help but giggle at this. She looked down at her pocket and looked in it again. Maggie stood up and walked outside the closet. Jean touched her shoulder and whispered in her ear,
“ run,”
Maggie touched her own shoulder, and I believe she heard her for she instantly made a B-line for the door. I looked at Jean.
“ Should we follow?”
“ Yes, I think that would be best,” replied Jean. I grabbed her hand and walked after Maggie. A herd of man were rushing all around busy as bee’s none of them payed any attention to Maggie. We walked on until we reached the trains station. I looked at Jean once more,
“ hey babe, why don’t we travel? “
jean looked at me and replied
“ why not? “ smiled and gave me a big kiss.
Jean and I have been all over this world. From Ireland to Africa, from Germany to Hawaii, from the north pole to the south. She wore many beautiful dresses and hung around all major event. During World War Two Jean and I went about slaughtering SS officers and helping those we could. Unfortunately we could make ourselves to mainstream, if we do anything to major to obstruct the public views we are sent to Purgatory till things calm back down. Damn that stupid white plane.
After all of our travels we now reside in room eight at the Diamond Saloon in Virginia City. Everything’s modern and still is a little queer to Jean and I. I personally don’t care for that new technology, of slot machines and such. But Jean, Jean loves them. When everyone is gone she likes to play them, and poke fun at the guest. She like to build quite the reputation for herself. Every night in the dining hall, they play soft slow music. I dance with the woman I love, not a day goes by when I bore of her company. I get what every man wants. To see the woman he loves to smile for the rest of Time. I’m a lucky man, for I am with her for eternity. My sweet, sweet, Lady in Red.
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