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The Feline and the Wolf
By: Erin C. Maddox
THE FELINE AND THE WOLF
PROLOGUE:
ONE FRIDAY NIGHT, 3 YEARS PRIOR
Somewhere above the high, leafy treetops, hovering over the shingled roof, the white moon glows full and fat in the starless black sky.
And somewhere beneath the shingled roof, naked and wrapped in soft silk sheets, two lover's are embraced. The sounds of the neighbors' barking dogs, and the occassional passing car are drowned out, and all they hear are each other's moans and sweet whispers.
She reaches up and gently brushes some long, silky strands of black hair from her love's face, and places them behind her ear. Her own hair, curly and long, cascades in miscellaneous reddish-brown waves over the silk pillow. She studies her girlfriend's face, her intense, lust-filled eyes and thin lips that smile warmly at her. Then the black-haired girl's face disappears into her neck and she feels wet kisses and warm breath against her skin. The black-haired girl's hand strokes her lover's perfectly shaped breasts, making her moan. She moves slowly downward and cups the warm, wet, shaved area. It is smooth like the silk sheets and this makes her more aroused. She presses herself closer into the girl beneath her.
Flesh rubs against flesh, heart beats against heart.
Their breast rubs against each other. The top girl begins to lower herself. The wavy-haired one closes her eyes and holds her lover's head there. Her hips move rhythmically with the tongue strokes.
Up and down. Up and down.
They get deeper and longer
She feels herself building.
Somewhere, police sirens sound their shrill, peircing song, and red and blue lights pass the window. But she dismisses it. Police and ambulance sirens are common in the city, and the house is situated just on the outskirts. So, she dismisses it. The other isn't even paying attention.
The oral pleasure takes on a faster pace. Soon, the wavy-haired girl releases and a wet warmth spills into her lover's mouth. She cums again. Her head swims. She doesn't even think about the sirens. The other girl moves up to meet her and rests her head upon her bosom, wrapping her arm around her.
They lay there, quietly, listening to each other breathe. They are cut off from the rest of the world.
Then a dull knock cuts through their quiet peace.
****
The wavy-haired girl is wearing a small nightrobe, barely big enough to cover her. Her perfectly trimmed thighs are exposed and she wears nothing beneath the robe. The black-haired girl is wearing soft, draw-stringed pajama pants and a gray tank. She is obviously the "masculine" one in their relationship.
The front door is opened and on the other side are two men. One is old with a bushy gray mustache. The other is younger and what is left of his receeding hair is shaved close to his head. He is the one who speaks. He motions towards the black-haired girl and says her name. She nods confirmation.
"You're in some trouble", he says, flashing a badge.
She knows why they're here and suddenly breaks into a run in the opposite direction. The two men give chase. The other girl doesn't move, she is shocked and confused.
They tackle the runner in the kitchen. The mustached one sits on her back and holds her head against the linoleum. She roars madly.
"Cuff her quick! She's dangerous, this one!", he says to the balding one.
They cuff her and lead her out of the house. She tries to kiss her girlfriend, but they pull her away and carry her off.
Her girlfriend watches from the door as they push her into the back of a squad car...
ALPHA
(PART ONE)
SESSION ONE:
MONDAY, 2002
LOCATION: HIRAM RAND PENITENTIARY for the CRIMINALLY INSANE
43 WILHELMINA STREET
TIME: 8:30 AM
ISOLATION CELL 13- SECTION 24- MAXIMUM SECURITY WARD
PRISONER #166: LYNCH, EDELE CLAIRE; aka "THE WOLF", 24
CONVICTION: MURDER, MULTIPLE; ASSAULTING A POLICE OFFICER
(EXTREMELY VIOLENT)
WEAPON: BARE HANDS, BLUNT FORCE OBJECTS
SENTENCE: DOUBLE LIFE WITHOUT PAROLE
The large metal door opens and shuts by sliding along a magnetic rail that is bolted to the floor. It can only be opened from the outside. The lock is activated electronically by a keycard. Only the Warden and the Head Corrections Officer have a copy. There is a small, square wireglass window near the top of the door, where the guards can look in on her, and a slot in the middle, six inches tall, twelve inches wide with a cover door and outside lock. A meal tray is slid into in three times a day-breakfast, lunch, and dinner-onto a small table that protrudes from the inside. Two heavily armed corrections stand watch outside the door. In a few more hours, two more will come to relieve them and take over.
She has the cell all to herself. She isn't allowed contact with the other prisoners, and they are allowed none with her. She goes to the EXERCISE YARD after the rest have gone back inside, escorted, always, buy two corrections officers.
At night they strap her down. It is at night when she seems most feral.
Her teeth are sharp. Like a wolf's.
She rarely speaks unless she has something to say, then is usually quite blunt. She spends mush of her time working out; she is in peak physical condition (which, in her case, is a dangerous threat to others). She uses her bed as a barbell. Yes, her bed. Laying on her back on the floor, she pushes it off the floor, using her hands.
She has silky black hair, enigmatic blue-green eyes. There is a thin scar between her eyebrows. There is a tattoo of a gray wolf's head, snarling, on her back, between her shoulder blades.
The strength she has had since birth, the result of some genetic bone and muscle tissue mutation.
The insanity,...well that is a whole different story.
She is doing sit-ups when the door slot clicks open and a meal tray is pushed through. On it is a "flat" bowl of Cheerios, milk- no sugar, two pieces of dry toast and a fruit drink pouch with straw laying down flat.
"Breakfast time, Lynch", the guard says, his face appears in the tiny window. He stares at her, both frightened and intrigued.
She stops in the middle of her sit-ups and glares up at him. He leaves her alone again.
****
The black Audi pulls into the RESERVED area of the parking lot. The engine idles, then comes to a complete halt. The driver's door opens and Carl J. Hull, Psychologist, steps out onto the blacktop. The lapels on his tan-colored overcoat flap slightly in the breeze.
He is a short man in his mid-fifties, his hair more gray now than the mousy brown it had once been.
The Head Corrections Officer meets Carl at the gates.
"Good afternoon, Dr. Hull."
"Good afternoon, Joshua. How is my patient?"
"The last time I spoke with Mr. Harker was last Friday. He seemed fine then", the HCO replies.
"Any problems at all? Behavorial outbursts?"
"Not this week."
"Good."
Joshua leads him inside. Carl slides his driver's license under the bullet-proof window, and registers his name and time of visit in the log book:
CARL J. HULL
2:45 PM
****
CELL 9- SECTION 24- MAXIMUM SECURITY WARD
PRISONER #162: HARKER, SHANNON EUGENE, 32
CONVICTION: SERIAL MURDER; 21 KNOWN VICTIMS (ALL WOMEN)
WEAPON/METHOD: BELT; RAPE AND STRANGULATION
SENTENCE: LIFE
Joshua motions for one of his guards to open the door- this one doesn't require a keycard, it is opened manually. Carl Hull waits patiently.
He lays curled up in his cot with his back turned to them.
"Shannon? Shannon, it's Dr. Hull. Are you awake?"
He sits up and turns to them. His brown hair hangs long over his forehead and he obviously hasn't shaved in days. He is shorter than the men, except for Carl, at five foot eight.
"Yeah", he says.
"How are you feeling today?"
"I'm fine. And you?"
"I'm fine. I appreciate your asking. Your appeal date is coming soon. And if you continue to behave as well as I've been hearing, you may soon be released from here. And be able to rejoin society"- Shannon nods to say he understands- "How would that be?", Carl says.
Shannon pauses for a moment, as if in thought.
"That would be very good, Doctor", Shannon says, "Surely you can see yourself that I'm making progress."
"Yes. But it's not me you'll have to convince. It's the Jury. Enjoy the afternoon, Shannon. Good day."
The men leave Shannon Harker alone with his thoughts. He lies back down on his bed, starring up at the ceiling. The Doctor has brought good new. Very good news. He anticipates the day he hopes will bring his release from this place.
A smile parts his lips, and he begins to laugh to himself
SESSION TWO
(STILL MONDAY)
The digital clock on her dashboard reads 3:30 PM, and the radio plays some popular rock song.
Lindsay Armaou drives with the windows rolled all the way down. Her long, wavy hair blows in the breeze. Her eyes are covered by sunglasses. She's been driving all day and the night before. The road is long and semi-winding. There are trees lined up on both sides of the street. Every once in a while, another truck or car passes from the opposite direction. But she is mostly alone on the road. There are bags of luggage in the truckbed. She is heading back to the city she left a little under three years ago.
They had told her that her lover was a killer. Brutal, they said. Dangerous, they said. Killed six people "from here to Texas", they said. She wouldn't believe it. Not her "Eddie". Not in a million years. There had to be some mistake. But there hadn't been. Edele told her everything before they had locked her away. She had done what they said. She was what they said.
Brutal. Dangerous.
And all hers.
So, this, strange as it may seem, is why she has decided to return: She misses her "Eddie". Her psycho, murderous Eddie.
Love is truly a strange thing.
A squirrel dashes out of the road just in time, but she never notices it. The guage is reading near-empty and there isn't a petrol station for miles. Lindsay pulls her truck off the side of the road, gets out. She reaches for the gas can behind the seat. She barely regards the red Ferrari that is slowing near her.
It stops, and the driver gets out. A woman. Not quite thirty. She is slender, attractive. Her hair is black and straight. She has a long nose and large, beautiful eyes. She is dressed in expensive clothes.
"Broken down?", her voice is lilted, pleasantly Irish.
"Just empty.", Lindsay replies.
"Where are you headed?", the woman asks.
"Handel City."
"Really? I live there myself."
"You're a long way from home", Lindsay says,.
"So, are you", the woman says.
"No. I'm headed there."
The woman looks to one side for a moment, squinting her eyes in the sun; not really looking at anything particular.
Then she turns back to Lindsay.
"Where are you staying in the city?". she says.
"Wherever is cheapest", Lindsay says with a shrug.
"No. That won't do. You can stay with me."
Lindsay looks at her as if she's done lost her mind. She knows people are drawn to her, but this is a bit forward.
"I don't even know you, lady", Lindsay says.
"I'm Sinead. What's your name, then?"
"Lindsay."
"Now we know each other. Get in your truck and follow me."
****
They approach the mansion where Sinead resides. It can be seen from far away, tall and white and majestic. It is like a castle. The top can be seen above the treetops. It is massive, twenty stories high and about as wide as a city block. The flower garden is kept in immaculate condition, popping with brilliant yellows, blues, and reds. A man in khaki shorts and a white paper face mask is mowing the huge, richly green lawn.
The garage is incredible. It houses at least sixty expensive cars, including a Lexus, a BMW, and a '67 Cadillac kept in pristine condition. Lindsay's dusty pick-up is an outcast among these beautiful automobiles.
Sinead shows her where to park. There is an empty space next to a 1975 Mercedes.
Her footfalls echo against the floor of the garage as she follows Sinead towards the mansion.
The inside is ten times larger than the outside. The MAIN HALL has gorgeous Carrara marble walls, framed in gold. Floors of beautiful blue mezzanine tile. Lindsay stands with her mouth agape. The HALL itself is bigger than her old house. There are taste of Greek and Roman design. Italian. Baroque.
A young man approached them. He is well-built, tall, blond and prissy. Sinead tells him to take Lindsay's luggage to a room in the SOUTH WING.
****
I. CELL 13- SECTION 24- MAXIMUM SECURITY WARD
PRISONER #166- LYNCH, EDELE CLAIRE
She hears the footsteps. They're coming to her room. She continues her push-ups. The keycard is slid through and the door opens. Two guards enter the doorway.
"Lights Out. Time to strap you down, lovely", one says, smugly.
"I'm not tired."
"Sorry. It's the rules."
It is actually too early in the evening for Lights Out and the two guards know this. But they think it would be funny to play a trick on Edele. They know very little about her volatile history, and underestimate her because she is a woman. They are simply naive and looking for kicks.
"Well,...let's go", the first guard says.
Edele knows it's too early as well. She hates being pushed around.
"Don't make me use force", he says, smiling.
"C'mon. Don't fuck around, Ben. Strap her down", says the second guard.
Ben advances on her, hand around his nightstick (baton). He places his hands on her shoulders.
Joshua, the HCO, is walking through the corridors of SECTION 24, whistling a tune, when he hears someone scream out, "ARRRGH!! YOU BITCH!!!"
The second guard is trying to pull Edele off Ben. She has a tight hold on him. Her teeth are buried deep in his throat. Blood is spurting and running down the front of his shirt.
"SHIT!", Joshua exclaims, running in.
Both men struggle with her. They try to beat her off. Joshua knocks her in the back of her knees with his baton. She stumbles back and pulls away from Ben's throat, tearing the flesh. She lets out a feral roar. Her chin is smeared and dripping with blood, a piece of torn flesh hangs limp in her lower teeth. Ben falls back, gurgling and gasping for breath. Joshua struggles to hold Edele back against his body with his nightstick. It all happens in a matter of seconds.
Joshua turns to the other guard.
"What the fuck happened!?", he yells.
****
The air is foggy and gray. The wind blows, but the air is stale. She is alone in the graveyard, naked, though she's not sure why.
She sees the shadowy figure up ahead in the distance. It is grunting, beating something with a shovel. The figure raises the shovel and brings its down quickly with brute force. Dirt flies up and something else that she knows is not dirt.
The mysterious figure is her lover. She tosses the shovel aside, looks over her kill. Then she tilts her head back and releases an inhuman throaty roar. It seems to echo throughout the darkness.
Suddenly, she's closer to her lover than she was before. She can't remember ever moving, but she is closer. Her lover is covered in a red liquid and her eyes are are full of lust and rage. But she is not afraid. She is taken by her lover and they begin to kiss ferverishly. She tastes blood, but she doesn't want her lover to stop.
They make love right there in the graveyard. She cries out as it spills from her and runs down her thighs...
Lindsay jerks awake. She is still in Sinead's guest bed. It is dark all around her. Her lap feels warm and wet.
She came in her sleep.
****
"What are your names?", Joshua says, looking the two guards over.
They are outside SECTION 24. Edele is now strapped down, struggling against the leather restraints. Ben's neck is covered in a large guaze bandage. It is soaked through with red.
"Holden and Walls, sir", says the second guard.
"Newbies?", Joshua says.
"Yes, sir", Holden says, nervously.
Ben Walls says nothing. He cannot speak. Yet. Steven Holden looks at his shoes.
"You boys trying to get yourselves killed?", Joshua says. He is angry and worried at the same time.
"It was Walls' idea, sir", Holden says, "He said it would be easy because she was a woman."
"What would be easy?"
Joshua watches his face. The answer is in his eyes. He gets angrier and coldcocks both of them in their jaws.
"YOU SICK BASTARDS!! I SHOULD'VE LET HER KILL BOTH YOU FUCKS!! YOU GET YOUR JOLLIES SCREWING PSYCHOS!!?", he calms down a bit, bit he is still furious. He speaks through his teeth, "Get out of my sight. Both of you."
They walk off and Joshua wipes the sweat from his mouth.
He goes back to I. CELL 13 and checks in on her. She is now asleep, a pained expression on her face. She is breathing fast and heavy. He watches her. Then her frantic expression subsides and she rests peacefully.
SESSION THREE:
THURSDAY
Lindsay strips and steps under the shower. The water is warm and she stands there and lets it trickle over her bare breasts. She closes her eyes and thinks of Edele.
The memories come pouring back like the water pouring on her head.
THURSDAY NIGHT
2000
LOCATION: THE MAGIC LIZARD (a coed gay bar)
19 KNIGHTSVILLE DRIVE
TIME: 10:30 PM
The Bartender pours and mixes the drinks. He has a swimmer's physique that can be seen under his tight black mesh shirt. He has cobalt blue eyes and wears a spike dog collar and a labaret. They call him Nicky Blue. He sees the girl enter. She is an absolutely stunning specimen of Woman. Her wavy reddish-brown hair flows over her shoulders. She has big brown eyes and full lips, and a cute dimple in her chin. Her skin is tan, Meditteranean; her figure is perfect, trim. Voluptuous breasts, flat stomach, round hips and ass, and toned arms and firm thighs. She wears a small black dress that leaves little to the imagination.
He feels a big-brotherly instinct when he sees her. A need to protect her from the hordes of salivating lesbians.
She sits down on a stool, looks over the drink menu.
"Hello. What can I get you?", Nicky Blue says with a perfect-teeth smile.
"Hm. Chocolate Martini", she says.
"Coming right up." He turns away.
She is sitting "like a man" (leaning back, legs sprawled) on a red velvet sofa in the corner of the bar, COLT 45 beverage in hand. She is a tough-looking chic in a leather jacket, flare-legged jeans, and a white cotton ribbed-tank. Her hair is black and silky. She sits with a few other people who are chatting. She pays them no mind.
It is the "hot chic" at the bar who has her undivided attention. She gets up and makes her way pass the cuddly-wuddly slow-dancers.
"Hey", she says.
"Hey, yourself", the girl replies, looking her up and down and smiling.
"You're asking for trouble in a get-up like that", Edele says, smiling slyly.
"Oh, this? It was a lot bigger, but I put it through the wrong cycle and it came back shrunk", Lindsay jokes.
She turns her head and watches the dancing couples. All same-sex, arms around each other. She looks at Edele. Thinks she is incredibly sexy.
"You wanna dance?", she says.
"Okay."
They step out onto the dancefloor. Lindsay puts her arms around Edele's neck. Edele does the same to Lindsay's waist.
"I'm Lindsay", she says softly.
"Edele."
"Edele", Lindsay repeats, adding an ambigiuous "la" at the end.
She rests her head upon Edele's shoulder, smelling the leather. She can feel Edele's breathing and heartbeat against her own body. Edele pushes her closer.
Lindsay looks at her, innocent doe-eyed.
"Your hand is on my butt."
"Yes", Edele replies.
"That is so awesome."
Lindsay puts her head on Edele's shoulder, her face turned to the outside. Edele smells Lindsay's hair.
It feels good...Being this close together.
Falling in love...
Lindsay runs the shampoo through her hair, massaging her scalp. The soap rinses out of her hair and down her back.
She is still remembering...
They lay with their arms around each other underneath the bedsheets. Edele is laying on her back and Lindsay is cuddled up to her. She is smiling, nuzzled up to Edele's shoulder.
"Mmmm..."
Edele plays with Lindsay's hair. She tries to think of something to say. She is not normally speechless.
"You're wonderful...", Lindsay sighs
"Uh..."
"I love you. This feels nice, doesn't it?"
"Uh..."
"Eddie, my head is on fire...Why aren't you saying anything?"
"Sorry, babe. Just tired, I guess."
"Well, we did it four times. I think we might have 'woken the neighbors."
Edele laughs. Lindsay buries her head against the side of Edele's breast and closes her eyes. Edele stares at the wall facing the foot of the bed. She strokes Lindsay's upper arm gingerly with her fingertips.
It is silent. Then the silence is broken
Lindsay looks at Edele,
"Let's have sex again."
"Yes. Let's.", Edele replies...
Lindsay shakes her head and laughs to herself. Then she feels like crying. She steps out of the shower. She wraps herself in a towel and tries to calm herself. But the tears come. She clasps her hands over her mouth to keep from screaming. Her body convulses with sobs. She can't stop crying.
"Eddie..."
She left the city. She fucked up.
She misses her "Eddie..."
****
She has five deep, long scratches above her left shoulderblade. Claw marks. There is a story behind them. They're souviniers. She proudly wears them. The scratches begin just above the left shoulderblade, come around her neck and end under her jaw.
Lindsay had made them one night when she...urm...Well, Lindsay had made them. Sometimes she like to run her fingertips over them. Sometimes she gets so angry she punches the wall. There are holes all in them.
They had came in and unstrapped her this morning. Last night she dreamed of Lindsay. Whatever the hell happened to her? She had left town, that she'd heard about. She was the best thing that had ever happened to Edele. Then Edele screwed up. Now she's gone. She's gone and Edele is behind bars.
Never to see, taste, touch, or smell her again.
Sometimes she gets so angry she punches the wall.
SESSION FOUR:
Lindsay walks sort of aimlessly around the SOUTH WING. She can hear voices, servants chatting amongst themselves.
They're a bit surprised to see her walk in.
"Excuse me. Has anyone seen Sinead?", she says.
"Ms. O'Carroll is in the pool. EAST WING", the maidservant answers, as if she is reading Lindsay's mind.
"Thank you."
****
Sinead O'Carroll. Twenty-nine. Born in County Kildare, Ireland. The eldest of four children. Her money comes from various places. She owns three boutiques up in Havenwood, the richest part of the city. Has stock in several other businesses. One thing few of her colleagues know is that she used to be a musician; recorded two albums in College. Underground stuff that was sold on street corners or by word of mouth. Her albums had a cult following.
What she does now is a mystery. Her friends and colleagues have stopped asking, and she never brings it up. Just mysterious phone calls and odd appointments.
She is wading in the crystal blue water, her black bikini contrast to her white stomach. Everything about is Sinead is elegantly modern vampiric. She waves to Lindsay as she see her approaching the pool.
"How do you like it here, Lindsay?", she says.
"You have...an incredible home", Lindsay says, "How can you not get lost, though. I mean it's so...big!"
"You'll get used to it", Sinead says with a smile and a wink.
Suddenly Lindsay hears a wet pitter-patter behind her. She turns around and sees a small boy, no older than three, running towards them. He is being followed by a short, plump black woman. A grandmotherly type.
"Now you slow down, boy", she says
"Sean, no running around the pool!", Sinead calls out. Lindsay realizes she is talking to the boy.
He stops and the grandmother scoops him up. He is giggling, singing to himself.
"This child knows his way around this place better than I do", the grandmother says, "He wanted to see you."
Sinead is stepping out of the pool as the woman speaks. She places a towel over her shoulders. The grandmother passes the boy over and Sinead carries him against her hip. He is half black, half white by the looks of him. His hair is black, thick and curly. His eyes are like his Mother's.
"Are you being a good boy?", Sinead asks him, her voice soft and soothing. The boy stares shyly at his shoes. "Sean, I'm asking you a question." He lays his head on her shoulder.
"I can take him if you have company", the grandmother says, glancing over at Lindsay.
"No. That's fine. They haven't been properly introduced", Sinead turns to Lindsay, "Sean, say hello to Lindsay."
"Hello", Lindsay says sweetly.
"Ewwo", the boy says, barely audible.
"This is Sean", Sinead repeats his name, "My son."
"So...you have a kid", Lindsay says.
"You seem surprised", Sinead says.
"Is your husband or baby daddy still around? Is it okay to ask that?"
Sinead finds the term "baby daddy" amusing. They are sitting in the DEN area. Sinead is sitting on the love seat, her knees are bent and her legs are propped up on the other cushion. She is resting her elbow on the arm, holding her drink like a debutante. She still wears the black bikini with a robe over it that hangs off one shoulder. Lindsay sits on a big comfy chair to the right of Sinead's feet.
"I've never been married. And as they say, 'His baby daddy done runt-offt'", Sinead says.
"I take it you don't like to talk about him."
"I often tell people he's dead. But in those circumstances, I couldn't expect too much. I was naive, stupid, looking for love in all the wrong places, you know the quote. What about you, Lindsay? I just realized that I know Jack Shit about you."
"There's not much to tell. I'm pretty boring."
"Try me."
"Okay...I was born in Greece; I'm half Irish on my mother's side. I visited the States when I was 19. I liked it so much, I came back a few years later. So,...here I am", Lindsay tells her.
"You're right. You are boring", Sinead says.
"Oh. Thank you so much!" Sarcastic.
"I'm only joking."
They both laugh together. Lindsay is grateful that Sinead doesn't ask anymore questions about her past. They spend hours drinking, talking and laughing about anything and everything else.
By the end of the night, both are drunk and passed out on the carpet. Lindsay lays her head across her new friend's stomach like it's a pillow.
That night she dreams...
"What's with the trousers?", Lindsay says.
She sipping on a soft drink from a local fast food place. They sit together on a park bench. It is mid-day. The park is near empty, save a few families and a dog chasing a flying frisbee.
"What?", Edele says, gazing at her pant leg.
"Didn't flares go out in the '60's?", Lindsay playfully mocks.
"Didn't torn T-shirts and denim hotpants go out in the '80's?"
"I'm always in fashion."
Edele cocks her head back and let's out a soft laugh. Lindsay scoots closer and leans against her.
"Hey. Cool. I can see down your shirt."
"Edele, be good."
"But I don't wanna be good!"
"There are children about", Lindsay says, "And innocent dogs."
"Aren't you being all snuggly-wuggly? With you lesbian lover?"
"You know what I mean!...Eddie, put my hand back where it was and let go of those!"
****
They sit up in the middle of the bed, legs crossed over each other's. Lindsay is lifted into Edele's lap. She tilts her head back and let's Edele kiss her neck. Both are naked and humping slow and steady. One of Edele's hands cups Lindsay's breast, the other one plays with her smooth, wet vagina.
"All these men and woman...looking at me...wanting my body...", Lindsay gasps,"...But you're the only one I want to touch it."
Edele smiles as she kisses Lindsay's chest. They both breathe hard and fast.
"I love you", Lindsay moans.
Lindsay lets out another moan as Edele sucks her nipples into erection. The "humping" becomes faster as Lindsay grinds against Edele's fist.
After she cums, she gives Edele a seductive gaze.
"Now...let me give you something", she says.
Edele smiles again. Lindsay puts her hands through her hair roughly and kisses her hard. Then pulls away.
"Lay back, lover."
Before Edele's head even hits the pillow, Lindsay is working her way down...
.
CELL 13-SECTION 24-MAXIMUM SECURITY WARD
PRISONER #166- LYNCH, EDELE CLAIRE
The lunch tray is slid in. She doesn't take it at first, she waits for the guard to leave; eats the food slowly. A chicken sandwich.
It's noon, or a little after. She's not sure which. They won't allow prisoners to wear watches.
She listens to the footfalls and murmurs outside her room. That rapist/killer four doors down from her is trying for an appeal next month. But they don't think Warden Rand is going to let him go so easily.
One of them starts talking about her attack on Ben Walls. Both of those men were fired for alledgedly attempting to molest her.
Edele finishes the last of her sandwich. She slides the tray back out lengthways so they know she's finished.
****
CELL 9-SECTION 24-MAXIMUM SECURITY WARD
PRISONER #162- HARKER, SHANNON EUGENE
He is whistling to himself, fiddling with his shoelaces. He has pulled them put of his shoes and is tying them together to form a long, small "rope". Long enough to fit around a man's neck.
He studies it.
He knows he is cured. There was never anything wrong with him in the first place. He has a purpose, just like they have a purpose. But for the time being he will stay. Play their games. He knows that his appeal date is coming. He will wait. The "shoelace rope" won't be needed.
Yet.
Shannon hears them coming. He separates the shoelaces and begins putting them back in his shoes.
SESSION FIVE
Lindsay awakes to the poking sensation on the top of her head. She opens her eyes slowly and realizes with alarm that her nose is buried in a mysterious crotch. She can smell the sweet musk through the cloth.
She looks up when she hears Sinead's familiar lilt.
"You're very lovely, Lindsay. But I'm afraid I prefer men", she says, smiling coyly.
They're still on the persian carpeted floor. Lindsay gets up slowly. She feels the queasiness of a hangover. Her head pounds.
"How long was I like that?", she mumbles, barely audible.
"Only a minute. I'll make some coffee. And by 'make', I mean I'll have somebody else do it." She rises to her feet, stumbles slightly, then straightens.
Lindsay is amazed with Sinead's dexterity. She could knock them back. Lindsay was known to get plastered after only a few beers, but Sinead was obviously no stranger to binge drinking.
After a few minutes, the coffee is brought to them. It tastes hot and bitter in Lindsay's throat, but it clears her head.
"So, do you often explore The Forbidden Love in your sleep?", Sinead says.
"I'm sorry about that..."
Sinead gives a wave of her hand.
"Don't worry about it, love. How's the coffee?"
"It's good. There's something I should tell you...I'm a lesbian."
"No! Really?", Sinead replies sarcastically.
"You know?"
"You keep undressing me with your eyes. I like it." Mock sultry.
"Don't tease me." Mock offended.
"Only joking. Actually, love, you told me already."
"I did?"
"Yes. You were quite hammered."
Lindsay realizes she must have blurted it out while drunk. She wonders what Sinead's reaction was then. Was she shocked? Disgusted? Or was she as nonchalant as she behaves now?
"Don't think that I'm a closet case because I'm not."
"Okay."
"And if this tarnishes our friendship then I'll happily leave now because I don't appreciate homopho-"
Sinead stops her.
"Lindsay, this doesn't affect our friendship."
"It doesn't?", Lindsay is relieved.
"No." Sinead leans over the couch and gives her a light hug. Lindsay hugs her back.
They pause like that for a moment.
"Does this?", Lindsay says.
"Only if you grab my arse."
Lindsay laughs.
****
She yearns for Lindsay. Every waking minute. If she was insane before, she was going stark raving mad now.
She misses the feel of her skin. The taste of her lips. She loved it when Lindsay was on top, her beautiful body covering her; her long, soft curls falling around her face and neck. The way she would arch her back and rest on her hands, so Edele could watch her breasts bounce with each hump; it always made Edele crazy. She loved being between her legs. That smooth, silky wet cunt, those firm thighs. The way she would gasp against Edele's neck when she orgasmed. Then they would kiss long and deeply, enwrapped in each other and never wanting to let go.
Edele believed, she still believes, Lindsay was-is-the love of her life.
Now she sits, angry, horny, wanting to howl like a lunatic.
Lindsay is gone, and all Edele wants to do is fuck her.
She wants her so bad it hurts. She needs her.
She needs to get out of here.
Someone knocks at the door. It's opened and two gaurds, large muscular men, stand in the doorway. One is black and bald. He speaks.
"Lynch, EXERCISE YARD. Come on."
BETA
(PART TWO)
SESSION SIX:
THURSDAY
They walk together along a dirt path, Edele's arms around her waist. Lindsay is gazing at the "scenery" when someone suddenly appears from behind and bulldozes into them, knocking Lindsay over. She hits the dirt. The jerk keeps running.
"Are you okay, baby?", Edele says, helping her up.
"Yeah. What happened?"
"Some idiot wasn't watchin' where he was goin'"
"Go beat him up."
Edele laughs a little. Of course, Lindsay was joking. But deep down, Edele is raging.
It will only be a matter of time before she explodes.
****
"Hey, Sinead. I'm going for a drive", Lindsay calls to her friend. It has just occured to her that she hadn't been anywhere out of the mansion since Monday.
"Are you headed to town?"
"I might. Wanna come with?"
"No. That's okay. Matilda's making Irish stew tonight. Be back by six, you'll love it."
"Okay."
Lindsay walks toward the front entrance. She's figured out the directions to this part at least.
The crisp air hits her face. She heads towards the garage.
****
Someone is in the garage. She can hear movement. Lindsay moves closer. Slowly. Might be a servant. Might not be.
They're working on something. A car. Lindsay can hear the clanging and tinkering of tools.
She sees the figure, wearing a mechanic's coveralls, which are stained from grease and oil. The figure is whispering, cursing softly.
They sense her. The mechanic stops and looks up from under the car hood.
Lindsay sees a familiar face with a smudge of black grease across the right cheek.
This face belongs to more than one person. And one of them, she loved.
"You elusive bitch", the mechanic says. But her eyes are glad to see her.
"Long time, no see, Keavy", Lindsay says.
They smile broadly and hug, like old friends reunited.
"I could kill you. When did you get back?", Keavy says.
"Tuesday. I met Sinead in the way, and she gave me a place to stay", Lindsay says.
"You're living with my boss?"
"Yeah. But I don't know for how- Wait. She's your boss?"
"What? You think I'm fixing her cars for the fun of it?", Keavy says, "I've got better things to do with my time", Shakes her head, "No, I don't."
Lindsay rolls her eyes. "That's not what I mean. Do you have any idea what she does?"
"Nope. But I know that a quarter of that money has to do with her son and his father."
"What do you know about that?"
"What are you, a fucking investigator?"
"I'm just curious."
"I'm not at liberty to say. Come on. I'll let you buy me a beer." Keavy puts an arm around Lindsay's shoulders and they walk to Keavy's mechanic's truck.
The ambiance of THE MAGIC LIZARD is different during the day. More sports bar-like. Some patrons recognize Lindsay and welcome her back.
After a beer and some meaningless conversation, Lindsay finally brings up something that's been on her mind to Keavy.
"We never talked about that night."
Keavy's shoulders sink. She sighs.
"That night. Lindsay, we agreed..."
"Does Edele...know about it?", Lindsay says, almost afraid of the answer.
"It's not something I bring up in conversations when I visit her", Keavy takes another swig, "'Hey, Eddie, guess what! I fucked your girlfriend after you were arrested for mass murder. Yeah. She came to me for comfort and I comforted the hell outta her!'"-Sarcastic.
"No. That's not something you tell Edele Lynch."
"Should I tell her?", Lindsay says, "I mean, just that I've been unfaithful?"
"Are you going to see her?", Keavy asks.
"I don't know. She probably hates me for leaving."
"Lindsay, she understands why you did. She's psychotic, not illogical. Believe me. She also misses you something fierce."
Lindsay eyes light up.
"She does?"
CELL 9- SECTION 24- MAXIMUM SECURITY
PRISONER #162- HARKER, SHANNON EUGENE
He is enjoying his cigarette, the smoke encircles his head. He is dressed in "normal" clothes. The prison attire is folded neatly at the foot of the bed. He wears a white dress shirt, tie, black slacks, and black loafers. His hair is combed back from his face and he is cleanshaven.
Now he just waits for them. Puts out the cigarette.
****
HANDEL CITY MUNICIPAL COURT OF APPELAS
121 HANOVER STREET
TIME: 10:45 AM
JUDGE CEDRICK DEXTER, PRESIDING
Judge Dexter pushes his bifocals up on his nose. He is a plump, gray-haired man. His neck is hidden beneath rolls of fat under his chin. His body looks like a beach ball with a head.
Yet he is very intimidating up on his oak bench.
"Baliff", he grumbles, "What's the next case?"
"The People versus Shannon Eugene Harker."
"Approach the bench."
Shannon steps up with his lawyer.
SESSION SEVEN
She is almost through in the EXERCISE YARD. The guards are smoking and chatting. Their backs are turned to her. She wipes the sweat from her face and neck with a small, white hand towel, throws it down. One of the guards turns to her.
"Time's up."
He takes a key from his giant key-ring and kneels to unlock the cuff around her right ankle that hooks her to the machine.
She thinks to herself, it's now or never. Her left elbow comes crashing down between his shoulderblades. He fumbles, drops the key.
"Come on, man. Cuff her and let's go", the second guard says.
But his partner doesn't respond. He's being strangled by a rolled up hand towel.
"What's taking so-". He turns to find himself face to face with the barrel of his partner's gun.
She shoots him before he can reach for his own pistol. He falls to his knees, gripping his gut. He stares at her in shock.
"Oh, don't look so surprised. You all knew I'd try it again eventually.", Edele says coolly, tossing the hot gun on the ground.
****
***
They pull up in the driveway in Keavy's truck. The gardener waves, and they wave back.
"It's been nice seeing you again, Keavy", Lindsay says on the doorstep, she gives Keavy a hug.
"I'll be here tomorrow. Would you like to get lunch?"
"Sure. That sounds great."
They share another short embrace before Lindsay goes inside.
As Lindsay enters the entrance-way of the mansion, she is unaware of the situation happening twelve miles away.
****
Edele has the rookie guard in a headlock, a .38 pressed to his temple. She glares, crazy-eyed, at the officers surrounding her. They're cautious. They know she'll sacrifice her hostage if she has to. She swings around to give those behind her a clear view.
"Keep 'em coming, you wankers", she mutters through gritted teeth.
The stand-off lasts two and a half minutes, but feels like longer. Without warning, she decides to shoot her hostage and tosses his body into the crowd. She shoots a clear path through them.
Back-up arrives, donned in bullet-proof vests and brandishing AK-47s.
"Come ON!!", Edele taunts, standing firm, not flinching for a minute.
****
Lindsay finishes her stew-it WAS really good-and heads upstairs. She's tired, hungover. The only thing on her mind right now is a hot shower and a warm bed.
She steps in her private bathroom and begins to undress.
****
The SWAT team have arrived. She's fighting off their attempts to subdue her. The prison gate is only a few feet away. Edele wrestles the semi-automatic away from one and fires it. Bullets spray back and forth and Edele doesn't seem to care that she's been hit.
They say the insane have the strength of ten. And Edele has a very strong constitution. But now's not the time for that.
She takes cover behind a parked prison bus, spraying a menagerie of bullets until her weapon runs out. She tosses the gun aside, climbs up the side of the metal, double-decker bus. Some SWAT members come after her. She fights them off. One lands on his skull, snaps his neck.
The Watch Tower sniper loads his weapon. He aims. The bullet just misses her shoulder. She jumps off the side of the bus and vanishes. He doesn't see her again until she's halfway to the Tower. Edele drops and rolls to dodge the bullets and before long is climbing fast up the ladder.
This woman is truly insane, the sniper thinks. She comes over the edge. The sniper reaches for his pistol.
His two-hundred and forty pound frame tumbles over the side and lands with a splattering thud below.
SESSION EIGHT
Lindsay is halfway to sleep. She is startled awake at the sound of the telephone. She reaches over and puts it on Speaker.
"Hello?", she mumbles.
"Lindsay, turn on the news", Keavy's voice says.
She picks up the remote and clicks on the television in her room.
"....Lynch, convicted for seventeen counts of murder and one count of aggravated assault in 2000, escaped from the once seemingly inescapable HIRAM RAND PENITENTIARY...Before jumping to an alledged death..."
Lindsay suddenly sits up in her bed, eyes and ears glued to the News Bulletin.
"...killed thirteen Corrections Officers and four SWAT team members before jumping over the gate from Watch Tower 2 into Lake Brandon below. No body has yet been discovered."
"So,...she could still be alive", Lindsay says.
"Come on, Linds. I'm as optimistical as the next girl, but nobody could've survived that jump.", Keavy said over the speakerphone.
"But she's not anybody. She's Edele."
****
note: To Be Continued...
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