Newsgroups: talk.bizarre Path: math.utah.edu!hellgate.utah.edu!cs.utexas.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!noc.near.net!lynx!usenet From: zonker@splinter.coe.northeastern.edu ( Regis ) Subject: an Easter Posting Message-ID: Lines: 98 Sender: usenet@lynx.dac.northeastern.edu (usenet dummy) Organization: College of Engineering, Northeastern University Date: Sun, 11 Apr 1993 03:28:51 GMT In the spring of 1930, Mabel was a child of nine. Her sister, Muriel, turned sixteen that May. But at Easter time, she was only 15. The depression had hit their family; money was tight and the girls had no new Easter bonnets. Muriel, being a responsible young woman who had taken over some of her mother's duties such as caring for Mabel and the two young boys in the family, took this in stride. She knew how little the family had and had taken a job at night selling cigarettes in a speakeasy. She had lied about her age, telling the owner that she was eighteen. Her figure was such that it was easy to believe this lie. The club owner offered to pay her triple what she was making if she would sleep with certain select customers. She took him up on his offer, telling her parents that she was getting extra money to clean the club after it closed. This also served to explain the late nights. When one of the men, in a fit of drunken passion, would hurt her, she would explain that she had slipped on a wet floor she was mopping and had bumped her head... bruised her arm... bumped into someone else at the club, hitting them in the head so they had accidentally bit her shoulder... fallen against the wall of the ladies' room as she was changing and scraped her back on the hook, leaving ragged scratches in groups of five along either side of her spine... gotten tangled up in one of the mops and fell, ending up with something that looked like rope marks on her wrists... In the summer of 1933, Muriel became pregnant. She ran away from home and went to New York City. She had the baby in a home for unwed mothers, where they thought her name was Marcy. The baby, a girl named Susan, was adopted by a rich but infertile couple consisting of a 28 year old woman formerly from Long Island and her husband, who had slept with Muriel during a business trip to the city that Muriel used to live in. He had gotten drunk on iodine-tinted rotgut booze and then paid to take Muriel to a dark room containing a shabby matress on a sturdy bedframe, and a table. There he had tied her to the bedframe and fucked her, one beefy fist planted next to her head, the other gripping her jaw to hold her in place while he kissed her savagely. After a little while he untied her and tied her so she was kneeling on the floor bent over onto the bed; then he had sodomized her until he orgasmed. As he dressed, he left a tip on the table for her. He did not know that this was the mother of his new child. The adoption was arranged through the home for unwed mothers. His wife did not know that he slept with prostitutes on his business trips. She would begin to suspect when he came home from a trip with a case of lice. She would find out for certain when a business associate of her husband's (following through on a blackmail threat) mailed her a set of photographs taken of her husband when he was visiting an exclusive brothel. This happened in the late 1940's, when his tastes had broadened somewhat. The photographs were of good quality and showed her husband sodomizing a well-built ex-soldier while fellating another who stood in front of him. The end of some object could be seen protruding from her husband's anus. As the business associate expected, she wanted to begin divorce proceedings against her husband; the business associate had thoughtfully included a business card with the name and telephone number of a lawyer. Shorty afterwards, the man attempted suicide; he failed and was briefly hospitalized and underwent treatment for depression and sexual deviance. He was not the father of the child they adopted, however. But in the spring of 1930, Mabel was a child of nine. She enjoyed wearing pretty dresses and had looked forward to getting her new easter bonnet. She was hoping for a bright yellow and white one to match her favorite dress. She couldn't wait to wear it to the church. She imagined how cute she'd look, resplendant in her spring finery. When her mother told her that she would not be able to have a new Easter bonnet, Mabel threw a temper tantrum. She cried and screamed and ran outside to sob in her special place, a small rock in the empty lot near their house that was just right for her to sit on. When her father got home from work, he took Mabel aside and talked to her for a long time about money and Easter and the family and the church and God. She looked mollified when they returned to the house. She apologized to her mother for crying. Mabel grew up to become a secretary in the local arch-diocese. She never married although --- unknown to her employers --- she had a lover she saw every two weeks. She never mentioned this during confession, although she dutifully confessed and received absolution for other sins she committed. She died at the age of 38, killed when a window washer platform broke loose and fell on her. Two persons were injured, but Mabel was the only one killed. When they were going through her belongings, they found a piece of paper written on in a child's handwriting. It said "the real reason for Easter isn't so we can get pretty easter bonnets. it's because jesus died for us so we can be saved and go to live with god." At her funeral, her lover sat a few rows back from the front and cried softly.