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A NIGHTMARE REBORN: FREDDY VS. JASON 2
CHAPTER 04
BASED UPON CHARACTERS CREATED BY:
Wes Craven: A Nightmare on Elm Street
Victor Miller: Friday the 13th
John Carpenter: Halloween
Victor Salva: Jeepers Creepers
Clive Barker: Candyman, Hellraiser
CREATIVE CONSULTANTS:
Sean Renaud, Tessa Alexander and Miriam Belle
EDITOR:
Miriam Belle
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
-‘I got a few emails asking me why the Sheriff’s Office in this story was a little different from the one seen ‘Freddy vs. Jason.’ Simply put, I like the old design from the original ‘Nightmare on Elm Street.’ It had a lot of character. Call me a sucker for the oldies…’ –bluefox07
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CONVERGENCE
Sunday, May 15th 2005
Matthew Loomis had expected to arrive in Springwood shortly after eight in the morning. He had hoped to take a shower and gather himself up emotionally before calling Mary Stilfreeze and taking a look at whatever it was his ex-wife wanted him to see. He had also hoped that the memorial service for the victims of the Springwood Massacre of 2002 would be a quiet forum to share memories and for the few survivors to find some resolution. He had hoped that the coincidental proximity to a Friday the 13th two days ago wouldn’t mean anything amounting to more than superstition from a frightened man.
But as his taxi slowed along the incline of the freeway off ramp, Loomis knew that things had already gone wrong. He knew that the impossible, or to be more exact the highly improbable had happened. The veil of death had been draped over Springwood yet again. Heavy, roiling storm clouds gathered in the sky above the city, threatening to kill the morning sun. In this fading light he saw an SUV and a beaten-up white Chevy truck blocking the road bumper to bumper. Two men dressed in simple civilian clothes stood by while a long, sleek Springwood Police cruiser parked in front of them.
‘It seems to be a road block,’ Loomis understated as two police officers got out of the cruiser and walked towards the taxicab. He wondered what could have happened during the night that would have necessitated the mobilization of civilians in law enforcement duties? He supposed it was a silly question. He already knew. But he wanted to believe that the Springwood PD was conducting parade traffic control. He wanted desperately to believe anything else other than the obvious was happening here.
But he knew better.
The driver of the cab, a thin wiry black man named Bobby rolled down his window and waited for the cops as they approached. He leaned out the window and asked, ‘What’s going on?’
‘Where ya heading to, Bobby?’ the lead cop, a short attractive woman asked.
‘I was taking this fare into town to the Inn,’ he said amiably. Bobby looked a little nervous, and Loomis figured he had every right to be. As he sat there, he couldn’t deny that seeing the cruiser and trucks in the middle of the road made him feel nervous too. And being as this was the town of Springwood, anything like this probably made its citizens dive for the nearest storm shelter.
‘You got a name?’ the female cop asked Loomis, her eyes unreadable behind her dark glasses.
‘Dr. Matthew Loomis,’ he replied with a friendly smile.
The expression on the cop’s uniquely ethnic face turned from impassive routine to surprise and recognition. She stood back and put her hands on her gun belt. Though the light seemed to be fading to a cold dim, her beautiful café au lait skin was warm and a light all its own.
‘From New York?’ she asked.
Loomis cocked a quizzical brow, ‘Indeed.’
‘Please step out of the car, sir,’ she instructed him. She had a faint ghost of an accent that Loomis could not quite place and as he stepped out into the misty morning air. As he stood there he realized he was also at least a foot and some change in inches taller than her. This didn’t seem to bother her at all as she looked up at him, her dark hair almost neutrally iridescent in the sunlight. Loomis stood there, dressed in his typical black suit and gray trench coat, and waited as the female cop whispered to her partner.
‘May I ask what this is about?’ Loomis leaned forward and read her nametag, ‘Officer Alexander?’
The officer smiled warmly at Loomis, her stern façade melting away rapidly as she reached out for his hand, ‘Tessa Alexander, Springwood Police department,’ she said and motioned to her partner, ‘This is Officer Sean Renaud.’
‘A pleasure,’ Loomis smiled as Officer Alexander’s grip became almost painful. Her smile was so genuine that he doubted she knew she was hurting him. ‘Let size not be a measure of one’s strength,’ he thought to himself. Once she released him from her grip, he took Sean’s hand and shook it.
‘Doctor,’ Sean nodded, his face not nearly as open or welcome to his greeting, but still friendly enough. Loomis studied him for a moment, and knew he recognized the elements in the man’s dark African features that denoted fatigue and anxiety.
‘What has happened here in Springwood?’ Loomis asked.
A helicopter roared overhead causing Tessa to shout, ‘We’ve had a bit of situation here since last night! It’ll be easier if you come with us…’
‘Of course. I have my bags in the trunk,’ Loomis motioned to the taxi.
Bobby sat there in the drivers seat, watching them intently and eager to hear everything he could. Tessa motioned to him impatiently. Bobby shook his head, his face scrunched in confusion. She whipped her sunglasses off and glared, her lips cocked as though she had had to kick his ass into gear more than one time before. Bobby needed no third prompt. He held his hands up inoffensively, opened the door and hurried around to the trunk of the cab. As he pulled out the suitcase and box of files, Tessa noticed Loomis’ amusement.
‘He’s my half brother,’ she explained. Bobby hurried past them to her patrol car a few feet away and set the luggage down by the rear bumper.
‘I have no key to your trunk,’ he called.
Tessa turned and shouted, ‘And you’re not getting one now, savvy?’
Bobby shrugged and went to his half sister. He cleared his throat, ‘Okay, are you taking this guy? I gotta get back.’
‘Yes, the meter is running isn’t it?’ Loomis reached into his pocket for his wallet.
‘We’ll take good care of him,’ Tessa said as Loomis paid the cabbie his fare.
‘Thank you, doctor,’ Bobby smiled and got back in his cab. He started up the engine and pulled forward with a jerk and then stopped. He frowned and stuck his head out the window, ‘How do I get out of here?’
‘Just flip a bitch and get back on the freeway,’ Tessa said, ‘Watch out for traffic.’
‘What?’ Bobby laughed incredulously, ‘I’ll have to drive to Elm Grove to turn around. And it’s illegal! What would momma say?’
‘She’d say get the fuck out of here before I kick your ass,’ she replied casually.
‘Elm Grove, Tessa!’ Bobby shouted, ‘That’s a seventeen mile trip!’
‘Look at the badge,’ Tessa pointed dramatically to her shield and then to her holster, ‘Look at the gun.’
‘Flip a bitch,’ Bobby relented and turned the car around to go back up the off ramp.
‘And fix that damn tail light!’ Sean shouted after him. Bobby stuck his arm out the window, his middle finger jutting out from his closed fist.
Sean smiled a little. ‘Asshole.’
‘Hey, that’s my brother,’ Tessa slapped Sean’s arm and then added, ‘Asshole.’
‘Half brother,’ Sean corrected.
Bobby cautiously turned back onto the freeway and then picked up speed by them, his tires purposefully kicking up dust and gravel off the shoulder. Tessa shook her head as he drove away across the overpass and then was gone. A cloud of dust washed over them and Tessa muttered, ‘Not the better half.’
‘One big happy family here in Springwood, yes?’ Loomis ventured
as they walked to the police cruiser.
‘Something like that,’ Tessa said.
Loomis had to stop himself from being so conspicuous about looking at Officer Tessa Alexander. Her features were indeed exotic, and he could have sworn he saw not only bold African and Hispanic features in her face, but maybe even a little Asian in there as well. It wasn’t often that Loomis found himself taken by physical beauty. He was so wrapped up in his work he really had no time to notice. But someone as lovely as this should have been modeling and rolling in cash, not dodging in the line of fire. Loomis allowed himself a momentary glance at her curvaceously petite figure.
‘I love a woman with a gun,’ he thought with a small smile as he gathered his luggage. Officer Renaud unlocked the trunk and Loomis put his belongings inside. Once they were seated in the cruiser, Loomis riding in the back and briefly feeling like an apprehended criminal, Tessa started the car and they were on their way around the roadblock. The two civilians, both weathered looking older men were both armed too. Loomis made eye contact with one of them and was startled by the haunted emptiness of his eyes.
‘Those men were armed,’ Loomis said.
‘Retired cops,’ Sean replied.
As they drove the quiet streets of Springwood, Loomis noticed that there were no townsfolk out and about. The town looked deserted and still. Occasionally, they would pass a lone police cruiser or another truck with some grizzled looking old man behind the wheel parked on a corner or blocking a street. In the sky, the foreboding storm clouds were gathering and melting together in a thick blanket. The sunlight was almost spent.
‘Is there a curfew in effect?’ he asked. Some of the houses they passed had yellow crime scene tape strewn all over the front porches and doors.
‘Yeah,’ Sean answered, ‘Since four this morning.’
‘What happened?’
‘You know a woman named Mary Stilfreeze?’ Tessa asked as they turned down another picture-perfect suburban residential street. The fully-fledged oak trees that lined almost every street should have been vibrant and green for this time of year. Instead, the foliage looked grayed and washed out, like some universal artist had thinned out his palette of color for Springwood. The natural power of color was tainted, and like the people who lived here, was sedated and filled with fear. Even the sunlight lost its potency in Springwood. The dulled beauty of the town was indicative of its cancerous past and wounded spirit.
Loomis paused, and then said, ‘Yes I do. She’s my ex-wife.’
‘Does she have a history of violent behavior, doctor?’
‘A history of adulterous behavior, maybe,’ he thought grimly and the said, ‘Not that I know of. Has something happened to Mary?’
‘Two days ago she was found on the back road leading out to Crystal Lake,’ Sean turned in his seat and looked at Loomis, ‘Tessa here was one of the officers who found her.’
‘She looked half dead when we got to her,’ Tessa said, ‘It was pure luck that we even found her. I was on a routine patrol.’
‘Good God,’ Loomis felt a sick emptiness in his stomach at the very mention of the cursed lake, ‘Is she alright now?’
‘She was taken to Fairview Hospital,’ Tessa told him and then added, ‘But she tore her room apart, beat an orderly with his own med tray and ditched out.’
Loomis looked at Sean, his face shocked. He said, ‘I find that hard to believe.’
‘Believe it or not,’ Sean said evenly, ‘But she was picked up again early this morning at Westin Hills Psychiatric Hospital. She was caught not only destroying the drugs in the medical storage, but she also apparently murdered a nurse and took her passkey and uniform.’
Mary had killed someone? Surely it was a mistake. Mary may have been an adulterous, selfish workaholic, but a murderer? Loomis could not bring himself to believe that for even for one minute. Not Mary. Loomis felt dizzy. It was like a bad dream, something out of a nightmare.
‘A nightmare in Springwood?’ he thought bitterly, ‘Now there’s a novel idea.’
‘Are you certain she killed the nurse?’ he asked.
‘Well, she was wearing the woman’s uniform,’ Tessa said and took her sunglasses off as they pulled onto main street. She looked to Loomis in the rear view mirror, her imponderable dark eyes hinting at genuine sympathy. She said, ‘We found the body in the trunk of a car stolen from the hospital about the time your ex-wife took off.’
‘Is my ex-wife the cause of these road blocks?’
‘No,’ Sean said. Something in his voice sounded pained, even angry as he answered, ‘That’s something else entirely.’
‘Anyway,’ Tessa said, ‘She’s been in a holding cell since we picked her up. She’s been screaming your name. I mean, I assume you’re Matthew from New York?’
‘She’s the only person who calls me ‘Matthew,” Loomis said quietly and then after a moment asked, ‘Is it routine for Springwood Police to patrol other towns? Crystal Lake isn’t just around the bend from here.’
Tessa said, ‘Ever since 2002, the departments in Springwood, Elm Grove and Crystal Lake have been doing joint patrols. A check and balance system to cover the miles in between towns. The idea is anything we miss, they catch and vice versa.’
‘You’re referring to the massacre in 2002?’ Loomis ventured.
Tessa looked at him in the mirror, surprised, ‘Yeah, actually. How did you know?’
‘Aside from the what the newspapers said?’ he leaned forward in his seat, ‘Actually, I’m a criminal psychologist specializing in the field of super-killers.’
‘Super-killers?’ Sean asked.
‘Killers who seem to defy the laws of physics and reality,’ Loomis said plainly.
The two police officers were silent for a moment as the shared a mutual look of surprise. Sean looked back at him, ‘And what brings you to Springwood, doctor?’
‘Mary called me,’ he looked out the window, ‘She said it was imperative that I come here right away.’
‘Well doctor,’ Tessa said as she pulled the cruiser into the back parking lot of the Springwood Police Department, ‘Whatever the reason, your timing is amazing.’
Sean opened the door for Loomis and he stepped out into the stale air. The world seemed to have fallen ill as Sean and Tessa escorted Loomis inside. He listened intently as they walked from the rear parking lot to the front of the building, footsteps echoing off the silence. It was so quiet he could have heard a pin drop. Loomis didn’t even hear cats or dogs. It was the calm before the storm.
He wondered if this was maybe what his father had encountered visiting Haddonfield for the first time back in 1978 to recapture Michael Myers.
Once inside, the noise level change drastically. Phones were ringing off the hooks and the four officers who were taking the calls looked stressed and fatigued as they went about their business. He could feel their tension and fear, as though it were a tangible field of energy around them. It both energized them and yet threatened to strangle them.
‘Fear in Springwood is death, so I hear,’ Loomis said under his breath.
‘Pardon?’ Tessa asked as she signed the doctor in at the front desk.
Loomis shook his head, ‘Nothing deputy.’
‘You alright?’ Tessa eyed him.
The doctor shrugged, ‘A little taken back by all this.’
There was something about this woman that engendered immediate trust, and when she put her hand on his shoulder Loomis felt slightly more at ease. She smiled, ‘It’ll be okay.’
‘Will it now?’ Loomis wondered.
‘Sheriff Williams would like to see you, doctor,’ Sean said from behind them.
‘Of course.’
He was led past the bullpen and to the office of Sheriff Thomas Williams. The sheriff was an older man, his face gruff and weathered with an unspoken air of he’d ‘been there and done that before.’ Loomis could see that his normally well-combed graying hair had been dishe
veled during the course of his shift in complete frustration. His lips were pursed into a thin white line as he looked up at them.
On his desk, amidst all the papers and reports was a large ashtray. Several spent cigars were abandoned there in the yellowed glass receptacle, the more recent one smoldering still. Loomis inhaled the scent of genuine Cubans deeply and relished the aroma. From the look on Sheriff Williams face, he doubted he would be offered one anytime soon.
‘Sheriff Williams,’ Tessa said and motioned to the doctor, ‘This is Doctor Matthew Loomis.’
‘So you’re ‘Matthew’?’ Williams looked at Loomis. His blue eyes were set back in worn out sockets. The Sheriff looked like he was ready keel over from exhaustion. In his large hand he held another blazing stogie, with which he indicated for Loomis to take a seat. He said to Sean and Tessa, ‘You two go and take stock in the armory. I want that ordinance checked and prepped by noon.’
‘Yes sir,’ Sean nodded and the two officers were gone.
As Williams leaned back in his seat, the springs creaked and popped. He looked to Loomis and said, ‘I’ve heard of you, Dr. Loomis.’
‘My reputation precedes me?’ Loomis smiled, ‘I’m flattered.’
‘I saw you on ‘Sixty Minutes’ a few years back,’ the sheriff took a long drag on his cigar and rubbed his eyes, ‘Something about a nutcase killing people in Chicago?’
‘Locals called him the Candyman,’ Loomis said and then added, ‘Something of an urban legend… I think you can relate.’
Williams ignored the implication and said, ‘You’re considered to be one of the top minds in criminal psychology.’
‘By some,’ Loomis said, ‘By others, no. Often, my findings aren’t very popular.’
The sheriff nodded.
‘If I may ask,’ Loomis began, ‘Are road blocks typical of Springwood hospitality?’
‘I apologize for any inconvenience,’ Williams said, his voice tinged with an impatient edge, ‘We’ve had a bad night.’
‘How is Mary, Sheriff?’ Loomis asked, ‘May I see her?’
‘She’s physically fine, roughed up something fierce with some cuts and bruises,’ the sheriff replied, and then said, ‘But mentally? I don’t know, Doc. Our local shrink looked her over and says she suffering from severe exhaustion, maybe a psychotic break.’
‘The doctor who examined her?’
‘Dr. Campbell,’ the sheriff said, ‘He works with Westin Hills and the department as a consultant.’
‘Lori’s father,’ Loomis thought to himself, ‘How convenient.’
The sheriff seemed to be holding back, as though he wanted to say more. Loomis had a growing suspicion that whatever was happening here in Springwood, Mary was connected and neck deep in it. And what’s more, Campbell and Sheriff Williams knew it as well. But there were politics to be played here. Loomis knew he must tread lightly if he were going help anyone.
‘I heard she might have been involved in a murder,’ he said.
‘I see my officers talk,’ Williams shrugged and shook his head, ‘I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Can’t keep a secret here in Springwood for very long.’
A moment of uncomfortable silence passed between them. Loomis hoped he hadn’t gotten Tessa or Sean in trouble. They seemed to have enough trouble as it was already.
‘The murder charges?’ Loomis insisted.
‘We found a Westin Hills nurse folded up in the trunk of her own car shortly after your ex ditched Fairview Hospital,’ Williams said, ‘She was wearing her uniform and had her pass key.’
‘Could she have been set up?’ Loomis asked, ‘I mean, considering she was found in the condition she was in at Crystal Lake, isn’t possible there’s more going on here?’
Loomis could already see that the sheriff wasn’t a man to suffer challenges in his jurisdiction, let alone his own office. There was a harsh edge to the man that he could tell wasn’t entirely natural. The sheriff was either a product of a hard life or a hard career, though rarely were those two things separate entities. Loomis imagined being the sheriff in a town like Springwood could harden even the most gentle of people. Williams continued, ‘Ms. Stilfreeze fingerprints are all over the car, the body and the three thousand dollars worth of medication she destroyed at Westin Hills.’
‘My God,’ Loomis whispered and then, ‘What drug did she destroy?’
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There was one girl who kept catching their attention. Not because she was the most beautiful, but because she was by far the loudest. She was the one always dancing on the tables, yelling out randomly and in general, making an ass of herself. She had bright red hair and was wearing a short black dress that had many parts open along with a pair of black fuck me boots. She looked young, but did not dress that way. Typical drunken tourist, out for a night. “Hey Raoul, you going to try her...
You had a normal day. You come home eat dinner watch a movie and before bed you turn on the computer look through all the social media sites. Then look at porn you masturbate for alittle while. Then you go to bed and you have an erotic Nightmare.
IncestNightmare at dawnI had had a long week at work and got off just a little bit early. I was going home; it was a beautiful Friday summer afternoon with a little wind blowing.I realized it was more chilling then I was expecting, so I decided to get my car.Just as I got inside and turned off the alarm, I felt a knife at my neck and a hand over my mouth. I never expected to have anything like this ever happen to me."If you say a word, I will have to hurt you, do you want that?" A black man with a...
The following account happened a few years ago, some details have been changed to preserve anonymity.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------We arrived in the London hotel late in the evening. It had been a long coach journey down from Scotland and everyone was tired. There was a large group of us down for a college outing and it would be an early start the next morning. To save costs there would be two persons sharing a room (but in...
Nightmare in Mexico ? by: rachaelcd Two weekends a month I met with Mistress Monica. I had been doing so for almost 2 years now, and I had almost saved enough money to buy my way into her stable of slaves full time. That had been my goal from early adolescence. I found Mistress Monica through the internet, and she had a program that was perfect for me. She required $50,000 cash buy in plus I was to have all my own equipment like bondage gear, crossdressing wardrobe etc. And...
Coffee rippled inside the teacher's mug. Even those who noticed the tremors paid them no mind. Global earthquakes had baffled scientists for two years but always died down eventually without any real damage. “Alright, alright. You know, if you'd let me rest sometimes, I'd have an easier time doing this on cue.” Jade shifted her tight buttocks clenched around the horse's rigid ballsack hidden under her skirt to the edge of her chair. She prayed that Jennifer's report on a book she had...
Time had ceased to have meaning for Renee and Fran. Only Manuel's comings and goings marked changes in their routine that they could recognize as time. Each time it was the same. Before the shot, the Mexican would fuck them brutally. Renee swallowed, feeling her saliva gulped down her throat moving like a large, fuzzy tennis ball. Now, she didn't know how she could live without heroin, without the needle. Hopefully she watched the door, craning her head. She was so accustomed to the...
Authors Note: Just a quick story about some of the things that I wish would happen to me. I suspect I'm not alone in this collection of fantasies. I hope you enjoy this. If so, I will definitely expand the story into something more substantial. XOXOX Sissy Michelle As is the case with most of my best sexual experiences, this one all began on a late night when I'd had a little too much to drink. I wasn't drunk, mind you. Simply buzzed enough that my better judgment was passed...
Nightmares can come true (Part 1) Authors note 1: Some of this is fantasy and some of this is reality. You need not decide which is which. The beginning is a bit slow, but we'll get the good stuff sooner or later. Authors note 2: As a self professed Grammar and Spelling Nazi, I noticed a few mis-spelled words and decided to correct these mistakes. Author note 3: I'm not promising anything, but will try to update about every other week. This is not set in stone, but will try. ...
Nightmares can come true (Part 2) Authors note 1: After re-reading, updating and making sure the plot was going according to plan in Part 1, I saw a major plot hole (at least in my opinion), but didn't want to change what was written. Hopefully, with this chapter, I'll be fixing it within the first few scrolls. Extra points and maybe a cameo (state whether you're male/female and give me your initials) appearance, if you're the first to figure out where you believe the plot hole is and...
Jaleesha Johnson tied her black work shoes, stood up, tucked her tan blouse into her chocolate brown slacks, grabbed her uniform blazer and hat, and left her small apartment. There was always a breeze, albeit today it was a warm one for an afternoon in late October, as she turned onto Woodward Avenue. She counted herself lucky to be working in the largest city in Michigan, let alone be able to afford a small place of her own around what was termed as the historic cultural district of Detroit....
Each year an international carnival stops by outside your city for a week. During this time each year people start mysteriously disappearing. Investigations by cops and private eyes have been able to find nothing to connect the disappearances to the carnival besides the timing of the disappearances. Still, whenever the carnival arrives you can't help but feel an eeriness in the air.
MatureI was lying beside her and looking at her innocent face. It was 3:40 am on clock. She was a teenage girl and looked very seductive. I came close to her lips feeling the warm breath. I wanted to smooch her but things were not in my control. She was wearing a deep neck t-shirt and boxer. Her smells hypnotized me every time I came close. I smoothly licked her lips and headed to her armpit. She was resting her head on her arms. I sniffed the beautiful open armpit. It had small hairs. Slowly, I...
It is the future all over the globe. After thousands of years of oppression women rose up and decided that they needed to take control. Little by little they organized themselves, and through combined political, economical and scientific efforts they decided to change the future of mankind. A new drug was stealthily taken by women that resulted in a significant decline in male births. So in a few generations women outnumbered men more than ten to one. Then women took power suddenly and...
It’s Friday night and I’m alone in my dorm room. I’m actually sick of parties so I chose to stay in. Since starting college, I’ve rushed head on into one party after another. I’ve stayed up nights and gotten drunk. I even made out with guys I had known very little about. It still came as a shock when I heard that some people consider me to be a slut. It’s not like I’ve slept with a score of guys but rumor has it that I have. I felt sick about that and since then I have stopped going to parties....
—A Flash Story— The darkness lay in my mind, thicker than a peasouper fog. A dull throbbing on the back of my head marked a spot where I had received a hard blow. Who hit me? Why did they? Where did this happen? And, where am I? All answers to my questions eluded my frazzled mind. I understood I was a prisoner. How I knew this, I cannot explain with words. You see, at this point, I had yet to open my eyes. My eyes fluttered open, and the darkness in the room neared that in my mind. I could...
Just a sunny day in Holland. It's a friday and I took the day off. It was a hot day that day, and everybody kept their clothing limited to the minimum. I was sitting on a terrace, in front of a bar, wearing my sneakers, cute white socks, a short skirt with a black silk string underneath, and a large shirt, with the arms cut of. The holes which were left when cutting the arms off were a bit bigger than I wanted them to be. They were as big as the hole where my head goes through. And when that...
You are about to move beyond reality. With a single step, you move from the world of the mundane banality of your day to day existence – to the wild and carnal fantastical happenings in the empire of Dark Desires. A voyage into an incredible world of unrestrained iniquity. Where a woman's savage rape can awaken long dead passions. Perhaps even the extinguished fire of love can be rekindled in the white hot heat of fierce ravishment. What would you do to end Twenty-five years of abstinence? Say...
Cal was dreaming. At least he was pretty sure he was dreaming. Then again if he was being drugged with stuff that made him hallucinate he might not exactly be dreaming. How does one tell a dream from a drug trip? Cal didn’t know, and had no clue of how one could discern the difference. Maybe one eventually woke up from a dream? Cal thought that should be the difference, then again if you were high on something, didn’t you have to come down. Cal could feel his pulse throbbing in his head,...
Renee struggled against the scorn in Fran's voice. She didn't want to admit it, but her friend was right. She hadn't come to Tijuana to buy bamboo purses or look at moldy old statues of a revolution that was reincarnated in history books and countless Hollywood movies. She was here to FEEL sin, to see it, to touch it and smell it the way she never would in Eureka where it was buried in cellars and blacked-out rooms. She wanted to move through it without being touched. So far, that's...
For a brief instant, the light blinded Renee, and then she lost interest in Fran and her Latin Romeo. Standing in the center of the stage area was a swarthy skinned Mexican wearing a sombrero and hip-high riding boots, and nothing else. Dangling between his legs was the longest penis Renee had ever seen. She couldn't help gasping as she realized it almost reached the man's knee. When he was sure he had everyone's attention, the Mexican raised his hands and said, "Amigas y amigos, we are...
Renee woke with a feeling of panic gripping her. She wanted to throw up. Sunlight streamed through dirty windows into the little room, splotching the gray army blankets with a patchwork of shadows and sunspots. She had no idea where she was. In her memory there was only a confused roiling of sound, sights, odors, color-all running together like buckets of paint poured on the street. She whimpered as she rolled over, to stop suddenly. Fran was sprawled on her back on the next cot. Her blond...
Not even casting a glance at her to make sure she was securely fastened, Casanova stretched Fran out the same way. Renee felt even more frightened as she realized that the straps were already attached to the bed, just shoved under the thin mattress. All he had to do was pull them out and fasten them around her wrists. As if he did this sort of thing all the time. "What is it you're doing to us?" Renee asked shakily, scared, sick, ashamed of what she'd just done with this man who had...
It was morning before Manuel came again. Renee had lain wire tense all night, waiting. She couldn't sleep--or turn off her thinking. Fran was awake, too. But it had helped neither woman to do any talking during the long night. Manuel entered as silently as he had previously to stand, staring down at them. Renee squirmed. She was overly conscious of her nakedness. He unfastened her hand and foot. "Come!" Silently, he led her out the door into a dingy corridor that was, if possible, even...
Alex made a beeline for the police station where the officer yawned as he filled in the complaint form. He was fat, with a roll of lard hanging over his belt and his jowls were covered with a day's growth of beard. "You know, senor," he said, scratching his crotch. "You Americanos come down here and go to places like that one, what can you expect?" He shrugged and looked questioningly at Alex. "It is not my money!" Alex said desperately. "There are the two women." The Mexican cop...
Manuel took them across the hallway to another small room, much like the one they left, except this room was without beds. Its only furniture was a low table. Ropes dangled from the ceiling and the floor was littered with odds and ends, most of it unidentifiable to Renee. "You," Manuel took Renee's arm, "get on the table." Renee wanted to say no. She was trembling and she was afraid. But something stronger than her own will was moving her. She sat on the edge of the table which was...
The taxista insisted that he knew where he was going when they started. And after stopping at three dirty little buildings where the main source of income was the selling of women flesh, he was still muttering, "Calma, senor! Calma, por favor! I find pretty quick." Alex settled back in the cab and let him try. That was all he could do. The next building was a squat, dirty green two-story with grimy windows and a smell half-way between second-hand semen and a spilled bottle of cheap...
It seemed so long. Renee sighed and stretched. It seemed forever that she and Fran had shared this dirty, foul room. She stared blankly at the cold, white light illuminating the grimy window pane and it didn't mean escape or freedom anymore. It meant nothing because she couldn't escape. There was no place to go. There was no one to go to. She shivered as she remembered the lust that was becoming a part of her life. She wanted it to stop. But her own fiber was interwoven in it. Sometimes...
Alex got out of the cab in front of La Casa de Los Angeles and paid the driver a dollar for the six-block ride. It was a time-honored Tijuana price for a ride to any casa de putas in the city. Outside it looked dark. Boards blocked the windows and only an occasional chink let light creep out into the darkness. He walked up to the door, and, only when he was inches away and it swung open apparently of its own volition, did he realize that there was a man's dark shadow behind the screen and...
Manuel had Renee and Fran change positions. Renee's heart thudded wildly as the two tied her down, her back slithering in the pool of sweat left by Fran's body. Her butt hung over the end of the table and her legs quivered with the effort of reaching the ground and taking some of the weight off her back muscles, already aching from the strain. Combined with the anticipation of what was to come, the feeling was delicious. Renee hated herself for it, but how could she deny it? Watching Fran...