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 The LilGrove Chronicles 01 - True Love.  Part 1



   1928.

   "Get out!"

   Mary-Louise Parker was startled and peered at her lover as he threw
himself out of the brand new Model A Ford they'd `borrowed' four hours ago.
The sun was still beating down on them where they had finally run out of
gas an hour earlier leaving the pair of them in the desert alone.  She was
hungry and thirsty and getting fed up with the complaining from Patrick
Thomas.  The same man who had talked her into their life on the run now. 
"What?  Someone coming?" she asked looking around.  A sigh came out as her
spirit fell on seeing the lonely dust road in front and behind them.

   "I ain't taking it anymore!  Get the hell out of that heap of junk now.
I got a message to send to Mr Ford!" Patrick yelled, taking up a position
in front of the car and aiming the Thompson machine gun at it.

   "Jeee-zuz!" Mary-Louise cried out and scrambled out just as he opened up
on the vehicle.

   RATATATATATATATATATATTATATATATTA.....

   She hit the ground and rolled into a ditch alongside the old road as
Patrick yelled like a demon as he unleashed a stream of bullets into the
motor car..

   ...ATATATATATATATATATATAT.....

   He riddled the engine and windscreen of the car until the magazine of
the gun was empty.  The front tires finally popped and sank down. 
Mary-Louise looked up from the ditch as he threw the smoking, empty gun
away and looked down the road away from the car.  She looked at the car
with steam escaping from the destroyed engine then felt the fury take over.

   "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!!!" she yelled running at him.  Patrick
turned to her and she punched him with a right hook.  "YOU COULDA SHOT ME,
YOU STUPID MEATHEAD!"

   Patrick turned and slapped her across the face.  "I was thinking I had
enough of waiting to die out here!" he told her.

   Mary-Louise spat at him and aimed a kick.  missing his leg as he turned
away from it.  "I told you to steal some gas on the way out."

   "The tank was full." Patrick countered.  "It ain't mah fault those
bastards shot a hole in the gas tank." Mary-Louise kicked the dirt this
time and looked around them.  "Ain't no use going back that way," he told
her.  "They just gonna put holes in us as well."

   "Maybe if you didn't shoot off that machine gun and kill a bunch of
folks." she said.

   "I told them to git down.  They didn't git down.  Least not quick
enough."

   "Sometimes," Mary-Louise told him.  "You can be dumb as bucket of
rocks."

   Patrick looked up at the sun.  Then motioned to the way they had come.
"You want to go back.  You go back then.  Stay here.  Do what you want.  I
am getting out of this place.  There's got to be something at the end of
this road."

   She watched as he started walking along the dust road.  "We ain't got no
water!" she yelled.  "Or food, you dumb bastard!"

   "Well, I ain't waiting to die here!" he yelled back.  "And least this
way I'm getting closer to something, maybe."

   "God damn it..." Mary-Louise muttered and started running after him. 
"Hold up for me!" she yelled and caught up with him.  "Better than sitting
there I suppose."

   "Damn right it is." Patrick said and took her hand.  She felt him
squeeze it lightly and remembered why she loved him so much.

   "We don't find someone soon, we gonna be dark as niggers." she told him,
feeling the heat of the sun.

   "Noon's just passed," he told her.  "It'll cool down now."

   Mary-Louise looked into her man's eyes.  Her man.  She felt safe again.
as long as they were together she knew she would always feel safe. 
Mary-Louise pushed up on her toes and quickly kissed him on his cheek.  She
felt the stubble.  "You need a shave." she smiled.

   They started walking...

   When Mary-Louise Parker met Patrick Thomas he had been cutting wood in
her family's backyard.  He had come to the door and asked if there was any
work going.  Her father had seemed to like the work ethic he showed and
gave a few jobs around the place.  The months passed and Patrick had rented
a small room in the town they lived in and was happily getting by as a
handyman.  Mary-Louise found herself looking out the window waiting for him
to come then looking for any excuse to talk to him she could find.

   Soon the waiting paid off.  Patrick would give her sly looks then one
day she decided it was now or never.  Mary-Louise took him some water and
sat down next to him as he drink from the glass.  She quickly stole a kiss
on his cheek then looked away.  She remembered him turning her face back
towards him and the feeling of his lips on hers.  She also remember the
angry cry as her father hauled Patrick away and threw him out.  She cried
that night, swearing to God they would never be apart.

   It was three days later they got out of town.  Not before Patrick had
stolen her father's car though.  It was another day before he told her he
had robbed the town bank with a handgun he'd stolen from one of the
Sheriff's deputies.  Mary-Louise had been angry at first.  There was no way
back now.  They were on the run.  There was something in that that seemed
so romantic though.  That night, under the moonlight, she showed him her
naked body.  And then he made her a woman.  When she let him into her, what
was he called it, when she let him into her love hole.  After that she had
told him she'd follow him into hell.

   That was four months ago.  They had robbed three banks now.  By day they
drove or rode west.  So far, there was nothing in the papers about them. 
Different states, so there was nothing to worry about.  As for plans, well,
California was the place to go.  That was a land of riches.  All they had
to do was get there.  By night they slept in a stolen car or set up camp
somewhere.  If they were lucky there might be a farmhouse where they could
sneak into a barn.  They lived.  Mary-Louise felt so wonderful, even
enjoying the feeling of telling people to, "Git yer damn asses down!"
before peppering some bullets into the ceiling.  She could only laugh at
the looks on those respectable folks at her language.

   Now they were making news.  There was even some decent descriptions of
them.  The infamy made their nightly fornication even better.  Then the
line was really crossed.  Mary-Louise had stopped the car using the lonely,
scared woman act and saw the couple inside.  Not much older than Patrick.
She pulled the gun and listened as her partner in life and crime joined
with a shotgun.  They had robbed the couple and ordered them away from the
car.  That was when the man tried a hero act and got a belly-full of
shotgun.  But something went wrong and the muffled blast made them all
stop. As the hero collapsed, coughing up blood and clutching his guts, the
woman started screaming.  Mary-Louise saw Patrick smack the butt of the
shotgun against her head, knocking her out.  Mary-Louise sat in the car as
Patrick explained how he had no choice now.  The woman could tell people.
They wouldn't understand it was an accident.  Mary-Louise put her fingers
in her ears but still heard the single booming blast of the shotgun.

   The reality of their situation began to dawn on her.  Patrick had been
right.  How could they start a new life somewhere if they were worrying all
the time about an accident being misconstrued.  `Sides, she had thought,
that dumb asshole had tried to play hero, didn't he?  He'd forced the
situation.  Sometimes people could just be dumb.  Patrick and Mary-Louise
drove on in silence.

   Another couple of banks were robbed and another few heroes got an
ass-whipping from Patrick.  But things had changed.  More people were
getting dumb.  That old lady who had tutted her had deserved being hit. 
Just `cause the dumb old bat's heart was bad wasn't anybody's fault.  She
might have keeled over and died next day instead of right there on that
bank floor.  Yeah, people are dumb, she'd thought.  Never know when to shut
up and do what they were damn told.

   Mary-Louise had lost track of time as they walked.  From the way the sun
had moved it had to have been hours.  The thirst was killing her.  She
needed something to drink.  Her lips felt dry and hard.  Patrick looked
bad, his skin red under the sun and his lips...  God, was that how hers
looked.  They looked like they were cracking.  Mary-Louise shook her head
and staggered on.  All she knew was she was thirsty and hungry and burning
up.  They were trudging forward and the road had seemed to have
disappeared. Looking around there was nothing they could shelter under.  No
trees, no rocks, nothing.  There was no sign of a town or life of any kind.
Just hot, dry desert.  There were mountains in the far distance. 
Mary-Louise could only think that they were going to die out here.  Well,
it wasn't at the end of a rope.  And they were together.  There was that.
Patrick had changed direction and seemed to heading towards a rise in the
distance.  Mary-Louise stopped and bent over, getting some breath.  Her
skin was red from the sun.  Her thin dress barely covered her arms.

   "Don't...  stop..." She heard Patrick tell her.  "Keep moving.  Gotta
keep moving...."

   She shook her head then found the energy and pushed herself towards the
rise.  It took another while before she saw Patrick was crawling up the
rise.  Mary-Louise collapsed onto her hands and knees and followed him. 
Maybe this was the hell she'd said she would follow him into.  A rope would
have been quicker than this.  She could have spat in their eyes before she
dropped.  Finally she arrived at the top of the rise and lay down next to
where Patrick was kneeling.  The light was growing dim.

   "You see it...?" he asked.

   "What?" Mary-Louise muttered.

   "We can't stop." Patrick told her and shook her.  "Look."

   "I just want to..." she blinked as she looked up.  The small town was in
the distance.  There was lights.  Dull specks but that was definitely
lights.  "People?"

   "People." he smiled.

   Mary-Louise pushed herself up then felt herself sliding down.  As she
rolled she felt the tiredness finally overwhelm her.  All she knew was she
saw the town in the distance and felt the joy of hope before she passed
out....



   Her lips hurt as she felt the cool wetness on them.  It didn't stop her
from trying to drink the water down.  She needed it badly now.  Mary-Louise
reach up and felt her arms trapped by....

   "Easy there." a voice said.  A soft woman's voice.

   Mary-Louise slowly opened her eyes and saw the dull white of a ceiling
above her.  She felt the soft mattress under her.  A face came into view. A
young woman.  Her brown hair was tight back.  and she held a sponge in one
hand.  Mary-Louise opened her mouth and felt the skin on her lips tighten.
"...uuuhhh..."

   "Shhh," the woman told her.  "Just rest easy.  Don't drink too quick, it
ain'y good for you just now." Mary-Louise looked at the woman's soft brown
eyes.  She saw a comforting look in them.  The sponge was placed on
Mary-Louise's forehead and gently squeezed.  She felt the cool water run
down her skin.  It felt so damn good....

   How long had passed, she didn't know but she slept more than stayed
awake.  Other female faces seemed to tend to her.  There were others
though. They seemed to be away from her, staying in the shadows, and
whispered to the women then they were gone.  Her voice was weak but she
finally managed to say something.

   "...Patrick?" she said, her voice barely more than a croak.  A blonde
woman leaned over her, the blue eyes asking a question as she put her
fingers on Mary-Louise's forehead.  "...Pat...rick...?" she said again.

   "Don't you worry about him." the woman smiled.  "You just get better."







   "What's you name?" the young brown-haired woman asked.

   Mary-Louise was feeling better.  Her lips didn't feel cracked and her
body felt more like it should have.  She pushed herself up in the bed. 
"Mary-Louise." she said quietly.  "Where am I?  Where's Patrick?"

   The woman sat back in the wooden chair next to the bed.  They were in a
small room that was modestly furnished.  Other than the bed and the chair
there was a set of drawers and a wardrobe.  From the window she could hear
the sound of people and horses.

   "Patrick, where..." she said again.

   The woman looked at her and smiled.  "Was that who you were with?" she
asked.  Mary-Louise nodded, feeling her heart racing.  "The two of you were
found on the edge of town.  It is a miracle you were both still breathing."

   "But what about him?" Mary-Louise said again.  "Is he...?"

   "Oh, he's breathing." the woman said.  "Oh, where my manners at?  You
must still be confused.  My name is Laurie."

   Mary-Louise reached forward and put her hand on Laurie's.  "Where are
we?"

   "A place called Little Grove." Laurie stood up suddenly.  "You must be
tired.  I'll let you rest."

   "Where's Patrick?" Mary-Louise asked quickly as she felt the woman's
hand leaving hers.  "I want to see him."

   Laurie stopped and smiled again.  "You two sweet?  You ain't married."

   "We were going to California.  Going to wed out there." Mary-Louise lied
quickly.  They had never talked about getting wed.  never talked about
children.  The whole plan was simple go out west and get rich.  She felt
herself blush as she thought of getting wed to Patrick.

   "Ain't that sweet," the woman purred and patted Mary-Louise's hand. 
"Don't you worry none.  Just get yourself good and rested." With that
Laurie seemed to sweep out of the room before Mary-Louise could say
anything else.  She watched the door close and blinked as she heard
something else.  The sound of a key being turned in the lock.

   Mary-Louise quickly pulled the covers off and realised how naked she was
in the bed.  She'd been washed while she was out it seemed.  Even the hair
between her thighs had been shaved back to a thin strip.  It felt so smooth
down there now.  Hell with it, she though and went to the door.  It was
locked.  Panic set in for a moment and she looked at the window.  She ran
over and, crouching down, looked out.  She saw the nails that kept the
window shut then looked out at the town.  It looked small.  A ramshackle
place in the middle of nowhere.  She looked at the street and saw the
horses were mostly pulling wagons.  It wasn't the biggest number of people
she'd seen.  Men and woman walked and talked.  Just another town.  There
was something not right at the picture she was looking at.  She needed
clothes.  Mary-Louise opened the wardrobe and she saw her dress hanging
there.  The blue floral pattern looked faded, probably from the sun.  It
had been washed.  She looked in the drawers and found her shoes and nothing
else.  Where was her underwear?

   Footsteps were coming towards the door.  Mary-Louise threw herself into
the bed as the key was turned in the lock and she got the covers pulled
back over just the door opened.  Another of the women walked in with a
tray. A bowl and a fork was on it.  The room was filled with a meaty smell.
"Some stew," the woman said and put it down on the bed.  Before Mary-Louise
could say anything the woman had left.  The key in the door was turned
quietly again.

   Mary-Louise looked at the bowl.  It was a stew.  The thick meaty chunks
were coated in a thick gravy.  It smelled so good.  As she slowly ate the
stew she looked at the door.  They had to have recognised for something. 
That was the only reason for the door being locked.  They were keeping them
separate until the law would pick them up and...

   She put the fork down and wiped the gravy from her chin with the back of
her hand.  Sliding out of bed, she looked out again.  She saw it suddenly.
It was the men and women.  The women were light and dark.  The men were
just dark.

   They were all niggers.



   The women continued to appear, unlocking the door and talking down to
her for the rest of the day when she mentioned Patrick.  Finally night came
and Mary-Louise got out of bed and took her dress from the wardrobe.  She
pulled it on and put on her shoes.  She had to find Patrick.  They could
get a horse and wagon and be a long way away before anyone else knew.  She
went to the door and tried it.  Yup, she thought.  Still locked. 
Mary-Louise knelt down and peered into the keyhole.  It was dark.  Maybe
the key was still in it.  She opened a drawer and grabbed a sheet of lining
paper then looked around her.  There had to be something....

   She saw the skirting board had a gap in it and looked closer at it.  The
wood here seemed to be weaker.  Mary-Louise eased the wood back, stopping
as the noise got too loud.  She worked slowly, easing the wooden board
until it came off.  The nails sticking out might be long enough.  Kneeling
at the door again, Mary-Louise slid the lining paper under the door and
angled the board under the door knob.  She pushed the board forward until
one of the nails was at an angle.  She pushed the nail in gently, feeling
for a key.  A smile spread across her face as she felt something move. 
Suddenly that something hit the floor on the other side of the door. 
Putting the board aside, Mary-Louise pulled the lining paper back into the
room gently and wanted to shout for joy as she saw the dark glint of metal
come with it.

   She grabbed the key and quietly unlocked the door.  A thought hit her.
Where was she going to start looking for Patrick?  The obvious seemed the
answer.  There had to be a jail.  Every town had a damn jail.  That's where
they put him, sure.  The town didn't look too big so she could search
pretty quickly.  Find him then find a horse and not stop till California.
Yeah, once there they would be wed.  It was only right.

   Mary-Louise eased the door open and peered out.  The dark hallway was
empty.  The only light came from the moon as it streamed through a window.
She took off her shoes and started creeping towards the end where stairs
led downwards.  The arms came out of nowhere.  They were strong and hard as
they wrapped around her and lifted Mary-Louise off her feet.  "You god-damn
son-bitch!" she hissed.  "I..." She felt the man hot breath on her neck and
saw the moonlight land on the skin of the arms.  "You can't touch me,
nigger!" she told him as she felt herself being taken back into the small
room.  Mary-Louise was thrown on the floor and looked round to see the
negro beaming down at her.  No wonder she didn't see him.  He was one of
the darkest black men she'd ever seen, and near naked.  He was only wearing
trousers.  Her eyes looked at his body.  It looked hard and seemed to shine
in the moonlight.  Mary-Louise suddenly felt weak as she looked at the
moonlit black body.  Looking up she found herself looking into his eyes. 
There was lust in there as he looked over her body.  The smile on his face
got wider.  He reached round and took the key from the lock then slowly
stepped back.  Only then did Mary-Louise remember her intentions and leapt
to her feet.  But it was too late and she saw the door close then lock. 
Bending down she saw the moon light on the other side of the keyhole and
heard the deep voice from the other side laughing.

   Mary-Louise just sank down as the thought went through her head.  They
were in trouble.  It was only a matter of time before they'd be hanging
from a rope unless she could find Patrick and get the hell out of here.

   "Shiiiiite...." she muttered.....



   Mary-Louise had finally let sleep take over and climbed onto the bed and
slept.  When she woke up she smelled the heavy scent of stew.  Opening her
eyes she saw the slender figure of Laurie sitting on the chair next to the
wall.  The brown-haired woman was looking out of the window.  "What have
you done with my man?" Mary-Louise said, not moving from the bed.

   Laurie looked at her and smiled.  "I understand your worry." the
brunette said simply.  "But there is nothing, nothing, to concern yourself
about."

   "I wanna see him." Mary-Louise demanded and sat up.  "I wanna see my
man. And you tell that nigger out there that he don't touch a white woman,
ever!"

   A look passed over Laurie face.  A flash of temper, maybe.  "I heard
about that."

   "He tell you how he looked at me?" Mary-Louise said.  "I saw the lust in
his eyes.  And I knew what was going through his head.  And I know that is
against God and everything that is right!"

   Laurie just looked down and stood up.  "The stew is getting cold." she
replied and walked towards the door.  Laurie knocked on it and Mary-Louise
watched as the door opened and the brunette stepped out.  She heard the key
in lock again.

   Looking at the tray with the bowl of stew on the set of drawers,
Mary-Louise snorted as she slid back onto the bed and crossed her arms. 
She could wait....



   Looking out the window told her a couple of hours had passed when the
door unlocked and opened.  Laurie stepped in and sighed as she saw the full
bowl of stew.  "You have to eat." she said.

   Mary-Louise was still sitting on the bed.  "I want to see my man." she
replied.  "Better yet, you just get that lawman you got to take us to where
you want to send us.  Then you might have your blood money but we will come
back here and kill every man, woman and child in this shit heap town.  You
picked a couple a' bad folk to play around with." Mary-Louise just smiled
then.  "YOU HEAR ME, NIGGER!" she yelled.  "I CAN SMELL YOU OUT THERE, YOU
BLACK APE!  YOU GONNA SWING FROM A TREE FOR WHAT YOU DID!  AND THAT AIN'T
THE WORST WHEN MY MAN HEARS `BOUT YOU MAULING ME, YOU GONNA BURN FOR THAT!"
She watched Laurie pick up the tray.  "You all gonna burn." Mary-Louise
told her.

   Laurie turned and stopped at the door.  "We ain't got a lawman here."
she said.  "So I don't know about sending you somewhere.  You are going to
stay.  And you will forget about `your man'.  You just knock when you get
hungry."

   Mary-Louise saw the smile on the brunette's face as she stepped out felt
the anger building up again.  She quickly swallowed it.  It was all lies,
had to be.  No lawman?  What the hell did she mean `staying'?  And telling
her she `would' forget Patrick?  She would never forget Patrick.  Laurie
was just like her mother and all those other so-called decent women. 
Liars, all.....

   She looked towards the window and heard the sounds of the town beyond.
"You all gonna burn," she said.



   The hours passed.  She felt the urge between her legs.  Mary-Louise got
up and knocked on the door.  Stepping back as it opened she was about to
rush whoever was on the other side when she saw it was that big goddamn
nigger.  "I need to go to li'l girls room," she told him before adding,
"Nigger."

   He never moved, never even showed any reaction to what she'd called him.
She watched him just close the door.  "MAYBE I'LL JUST GO IN YO' MAMA's
MOUTH!" she yelled at the door then walked back to the bed.  Damn, she
needed to go bad.  After a minute the door opened and the metal bucket was
thrown in, crashing onto the floor.  Mary-Louise looked at it in horror. 
That ape was wanting her to use a damn bucket!  The need was bad.  Real
bad. She looked at the bucket and shook her head.  She would not lower
herself to use that.  That was what that damn ape should be using, not her.
"Goddamn it!" she muttered and rushed to the bucket standing up properly
then squatting over it.  "Damn it.  Damn it.  Damn it." she repeated and
heard the door unlock.  It opened slowly and she saw the nigger standing
there, watching her take a shit with a grin on his face.  "DAMN YOU!" she
yelled at him.  "GOD DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!" Another white woman appeared in
the door as Mary-Louise stood up.  "Come here, nigger." she smiled.  "Use
your tongue to clean up my asshole."

   The woman walked forward and slapped Mary-Louise across the the face. 
Mary-Louise looked at her with anger.  "You learn some respect!" the woman
told her and picked up the bucket.

   "Or what?" Mary-Louise asked, nursing her cheek as the woman left and
the nigger started to close the door.  "You gonna get yours with all the
rest of them!  We gonna make sure of it!" she called after her.  The door
opened again and the woman looked in, a smile on her face.

   "We?  Who's the we?" she said.

   "You know who, my man's who." Mary-Louise told her ignoring the smirk on
the nigger's face.

   "Your man?" the woman sneered.  "Your man's like all the rest.  As long
as he balls deep in some pussy he's happy as a dog.  And he was very happy
last night in mine." she finished and the door was closed and locked as
Mary-Louise launched herself at the door.

   "BIIIIITCH!!!" Mary-Louise called through it.  "YOU A LYIN' SACK OF
HORSE-SHIT!"

   Finally after a minute's silence she looked about for something to clean
herself up with.  All there was was the bed clothes and her dress.  She
used a sheet from the bed and sat on the bed wondering what they'd done to
get this thrown at them.  Patrick loved her.  He'd told her enough times.
After everything they had done together, it'd had been love that had kept
them together.

   More time passed and she thought heard sounds from the other side of the
door.  Low moaning sounds.  Similiar to the sounds she made that night with
Patrick.  She looked out the window and started to finally see the truth of
the place.  Black men and black women and white women, young and old.  She
saw the white women and how they looked at the black men.  She saw how they
touched them.  Some of the white women were pregnant, some walked between
negro couples, holding hands with both of them.  She saw the children. 
Dark skinned abominations.  Some of the children were white.  All girls, it
looked like.  No boys.  No white men or boys.  She could feel her belly
wanting fed now.  She heard it wanting fed.  No, she'd wait.  They wanted
her so they would have to feed her.  Mary-Louise would fight them all.  She
would kick and scratch and bite but she'd get Patrick out from whatever
hole they had him in and then they would burn this place down.

   Her stomach called out for food again but she saw something that made
her certain in what she wanted.  A woman, dark-haired and not more than her
age, was talking to three men - three niggers, she corrected herself - in
front of a store.  She watched as the woman let herself be mauled by those
`men'.  She watched as their hands were laid on her body and the woman
didn't push them away.  Then one of those niggers pulled her towards him
and pressed himself against her.  She saw what pressed against what and
shook her head.  They wanted her to become like that whore.  The woman
suddenly pulled back and Mary-Louise saw her put her hand between the
negro's legs.

   So wrong, she thought.  So goddamn wrong...

   The woman dropped to her knees and Mary-Louise couldn't believe what she
was seeing.  The whore was taking that big, nigger...  What had Patrick
called it that night?  Dick, he told her when it was inside her love hole.
The whore had that nigger's dick out right in the street!  Right in front
of everyone.  Some people stopped and watched.  Not with disgust, but with
happiness.  The older girls were being pointed towards the obscenity.  The
woman now was kissing that black dick in front of everybody there. 
Mary-Louise saw one white woman push the face of a white girls towards what
was happening.  She saw her whispering to the girl.  Mary-Louise's eyes
kept wanting to wander back to what was happening.  She saw the woman's
head moving back and forth.  The other black men were moving towards the
woman now.  She saw their hand at their trousers and then watched the woman
pull back.  That big, black nigger di - thing was shining as she saw it
leave that whore's mouth.  The crowd was growing and Mary-Louise some of
them sitting down.  They were kneeling rocking back and forth, their hand
between their legs.  The woman suddenly stood up and Mary-Louise gasped as
she watched her remove her dress then throw it on the wooden decking of the
building.  The woman was naked and got down on all fours.  The black men
had their `things' out and Mary-Louise saw them approach the naked harlot.
She was having trouble taking her eyes off those big, black dicks.  They
looked so large...

   Mary-Louise pulled herself away from the window, not wanting to see
anymore.  Her belly was quiet now.  The only hunger was coming from
somewhere else.  Lower.  She found herself rubbing a hand between her legs,
where Patrick had made her a woman.  It felt so good but what she had seen
was just wrong....

   The joy that suddenly went through her body overwhelmed her. 
Mary-Louise cried out and gasped as her legs shook and her back arched.  As
the joy sank away Mary-Louise felt the dampness between her legs.  She
sniffed her hand and smelled the scent from it.  She sat on the bed and lay
back, listening to the cheers coming from the street below...



   Her belly was rumbling again.  She had trouble sleeping between that the
dreams.  She was naked and saw those black dicks coming for her as she ran
towards a town.  She heard cheers and glanced back to see those niggers
with their huge nigger dicks catching up.  She yelled to the town and found
herself looking at the same place she was running from.  The women were
naked as she looked down the single street.  They beckoned her in and she
saw that same strong nigger who'd mauled her walking down the street
towards her.  He was naked, his black dick was hard as he pulled the skin
down the thick pole.  She could smell herself and felt her legs give from
under her.  Mary-Louise collapsed on the street and looked up to see him
walking towards her as the crowd gathered around them...

   Her belly rumbled, waking her up.  The sun was rising.  Mary-Louise
rolled off the bed and crawled to the door.  She hammered on it twice and
waited.  After a minute the door was unlocked and opened.  Looking at the
dark-haired woman standing there, she saw it was the same woman who had
whispered to the girl from yesterday.  She looked at the hall beyond and
thought of the plan she'd had.  Wait then but out and fight.  She couldn't
fight for shit right now.  The woman looked down at her and Mary-Louise saw
the black man behind her.  She looked between his legs and the thought of
his dick filled her mind.  She cleared it away as she sat against the wall.
"Please," she muttered.  "I'm hungry."

   "Of course you are." the woman smiled and left, closing the door.

   "I'm hungry!" she said weakly as the door was locked.

   They took their time coming back and when the door opened Mary-Louise
looked up at Laurie who was standing there with the tray.  The nigger was
behind her.  She saw the smirk on his face as Laurie put the tray down on
the floor.  The woman said nothing and showed no sign of any feeling as she
closed the door.  Mary-Louise looked at the bowl on the tray.  The contents
were a white-grey mush.  But it was food and she grabbed the spoon next to
it then scooped it into her mouth.  It tasted like it looked but she was
hungry and finished it all.  A new idea was forming in her head.  Another
couple of meals then fight her way out.  She's have to wait and come back
for Patrick but she would teach these bastards not to play around with her.
She need the bucket and use that.

   For the next couple of days Mary-Louise played nice.  She still yelled
at them but she ate her food and swallowed the humiliation of having to ask
for a toilet.  She found herself watching the behaviour on the street below
with an interested revulsion now.  The white women gave themselves to those
apes easily.  She watched one whore with three of them.  That bitch spread
her legs and took the nearest one.  As one finished another stepped in. 
She watched a blonde no older than herself kneel down and take four of
those thick, black dicks in turn using her hands.  She watched her seem to
be joyful as her face was sprayed.  It was so wrong, she told herself as
the woman stood up and walked out of sight, not even washing her face.  She
saw the admiring looks on the other women.  "So damn wrong," she said and
realised she was rubbing herself between the legs again....

   Mary-Louise found them getting into her sleep now.  Her dreams were full
of those black apes, chasing her down then...  She could remember them like
they were real after she woke up.  Her love hole was wet after each dream.
The next night she heard those sounds from behind the door, like they were
right there on the other side.  The grunts and moans were loud with
pleadings for more.  Mary-Louise knew what they were doing.  There trying
to break her mind.  They were trying to make her crazy like them.  Well,
she and Patrick hadn't got this far for her to betray him.  She knew he
would stand by her and she would him.  They would put up with whatever was
thrown at them and win this.

   The door seemed to be moving slightly in time to the grunts now. 
Outside the window there one of those orgies going on on.  No-one was
wearing anything and the whores were acting like animals.  On their backs,
on all fours, each one being mounted like beasts.  She lay on the bed and
tried to wipe the images from her head but the groans and grunts from the
other side of the door was louder mow.  She heard the woman wanting it
harder, using that other word to the nigger.  She'd heard that word once in
her life.  An uncle who'd had too much hooch used it and got thrown out of
the house for it.  The whore on the other side of the door was using it
freely.  Two slaps hit the door and she heard the whispers full of filthy
language.  Words that she blushed at hearing.

   Mary-Louise looked away, putting a pillow over her head to block out the
filthy words and filthy noises.  But she had trouble ignoring the feeling
between her legs.  The pleasure in her love hole was making her wet again.
She needed to touch herself, to rub it out of her.  Soon her own moans were
joining the ones from the door as the pleasure was ripping through her
body. She thought of Patrick and tried to remember that night.  She
remembered how he felt inside her, how he sounded panting into her ear as
he pushed in and out of her.  She thought back to opening her eyes and
seeing his face looking down at her after....

   Mary-Louise cried out and sat up, gasping for breath.  It was all
perfect, just the way it had happened.  There was the stars, the moon
shining down on them and the sheets under their naked bodies.  She had
opened her eyes and looked up to Patrick and found the nigger smiling back
at her....


   TO BE CONTINUED.