The Sisterhood
© William J. Gorgus Jr.
The Deep South is dotted with small picturesque towns, the likes of which you can find on postcards. What you won’t quickly find is what goes on behind closed-doors, that’s not too different than what you can find in the big cities for that matter. This story is about a group of young woman that came to realize that there was no future for them in this pretty little town, unless of course there was.
It was Saturday night and the football game had ended. The rumble of feet above the stands was like thunder on a summer afternoon. The players had all left the field except for the quarterback, who, for some reason, was always last to leave. Mary, one of the cheer leaders, was waiting for him to come down the ramp toward the locker room .She had taken off her panties and was prepared to seduce him into a darkened corner with her nearly naked breast. It didn't take much begging, on her part; before long the two of them were enthralled in sexual contact while two of her friends watched from a secluded place near by. When it was over she put on her panties and straightened her skirt and rushed over to the girls. The quarter back strutted off to the locker room with a smile on his face.
“Did you see how he raped me?” “Yep”, they both agreed, “we watched the whole thing he ripped your panties off and flipped it to ya, you didn't have a chance”. One added; “he held his hand over your mouth so you couldn't scream, the beast.” “Ok, you got it, now, just don't forget it. He got a free piece, and if I’m lucky I'll get pregnant. If I don’t then I’ll have to go back for a second dip or maybe even a third. When it takes, it’ll be bingo time, everybody hold your cards, you know, loss of virginity, Social embarrassment, Abortion; that's a winning combination if I ever heard of one. He ruined me for life, I’ll be nothing but a slut from here on in, and if I cry real hard, a rich slut”, The three walk off pretending to console their wounded friend. They make it to her car and get in, laughing all the while. “that was good girls I'm sure we had some witnesses to some of that”. From under the front seat comes a bottle soon smoke fills the car as they puff on weed and sip on Jack . They huddle together,”listen girls, no matter what we’re look'en for there's money to be made out there and it doesn't take a lick of work to get it, well maybe a lick or two but that's not work. We just need to keep our eyes open. Misty, what is it you want most?” “Well… I want a new car, a flashy one.” “OK. I'll think of a plan to get you a new car, free! “Hey ya, frees a good word, I like that”, cries Misty
“Shirley?” “ I'd like some nice clothes, respectability, and nice car, a house in town; I want to be a lady of the community type thing.” “Ok, I'll do some thinking about that and see if I can come up with a way that we can all get everything we ever wanted. Of course, patting her belly, I may have gotten the jump on ya”.. They all laugh and fade out.
As we all know Friday nights are the best time to go shopping at the local malls. The girls went shopping there too: We find them sitting by the fountain like three innocent young school girls, just telling jokes and having fun together. Mary: “Listen, I think I may have a life plan for all of us, but we need to get a bottle, some grass and find a place where we can talk.” The other two girls looked at each other and shruged their shoulders, we don't have any money!. Mary, with a look of surprise; “First of all girls I want you to remember that a good girl never needs money, just a desire for freedom and a good, and sometimes creative, memory”. “What do ya mean?” “What I mean is this: Nature has equipped us with a way to get anything we want, anytime we want it, (Foxy smile) Get it?” “Yeah, but how?” (Dumb) Mitsy: “Listen to me. We want a bottle of Jack, right? Now look out there; all of those guys have money in their pockets and guess what they would pay just about anything to get?” “Ho,yeah! we get it”. “Well”, Mitsy: “Go out there and get us a bottle of Jack, Now don't steal it. You got to make the guy think he's getten off cheap, a satisfied customer”. Shirley? “Yeah, I know, the same thing except we want some weed.” “ You got it. Ya got to look careful now, not everybody has what we want, so don't waste your time on dead-heads. Now just to prove to yeah how easy it can be, look at this”. She shows them a swanky piece of jewelry. “Wow, that's neat. How much that cost?” “Cost? Think girls! It was free, in fact he wanted to know if it was enough.” Mitsy asked, "Did you have to put out or something?” “Heck no, I left him grab a feel, then I went into an act and he apologized and apologized some more, it just so happened he owned the jewelry story. I gave him a lesson in business ethics in exchange for a hunk of junk, so I was the good guy, you know, community service so to speak.”
The girls go off in different directions planning to meet back at the bench in an hour. Mary lounges as she waits for the girls to return. Sure enough an hour goes by and the two return, empty handed. Mary was the first to pipe up, “well Mitsy? I got a new bottle of Jack and a half a bottle of Jim, out in the car”. “Great, How’d it go?” “It was a snap, it only took fifteen minuets”. Mary turns to Shirley. “Yeah! same here, got a bag and some wrappers. Mary: “A bag? Wow, big time. Ok, I think you guys have gotten the idea. Next time we'll do a little team work. Right now let’s go somewhere where I can lay out my plans for ya’ll.
The three get comfortable in the car as Mary begins her story:. “Now this is a long term plan, so that by the time we each score big, no one will ever notice what happened. We will all be just nice respectable ladies that may have been taken advantage of from time to time by some nasty men. We won't have to rob a bank, not even a seven eleven, and if somehow we were to get in the family way it's just another step along the way and nobody will want to talk about how it happened. That way we can milk the cow for as long as we want.” “Ok, so what's the plan?” “Well, first off, I'm going to go to school and study banking. I think that we need a banker, don't you?” “I thought you said we weren't gona rob a bank?” “Listen to me dummies, I didn't say anything about robbing anything I said I was going to go to school and learn banking, four years. Did you get that?” “I got the part about you going to school and us needen' a banker. But where you gona get the money to go to school?” Mary pats her belly. “I think this little adventure will start me on my way nicely.”
Shirley, why don't you go to nursing school? That way you can get close to sick and dieing people. You know how when someone in the community is dieing everyone comes around and sits on the front porch trying to be helpful in any way they can. You know, ‘I’ll take the old milk cow up to my place till you get on your feet’, and maybe, O'l Jim-Bob will work your back forty for ya. Pretty soon the old folks have given away everything they had to all of these nice friendly people. That same group of good neighbors always seems to show up at a die'n. The funny thing about this, "fleecing of the dead" or die'n is that the fleecers get credit for being nice people, when the fact is they're a bunch of damn thieves. That old man hasn't gotten cold yet and his barn is picked cleaner than a turkey bone on Thanksgiving Day. Everything’s gone. Quilts, dishes and canning stuff anything that's not nailed down, and if it's nailed down, huh, ‘Now don't you worry none I'll come back ta get it tomorrow’. Now these people learned this game over the years and to them it's not stealen it's helpen out, and a redistribution of the wealth so to speak. Well that's what we’re gona do. You think ya can do it Shirley?” “Well I'll try; I'm not too good at school stuff, not like you”. “Well try nursing, if it's too tough, become a nurse's aid, you know take temperatures, hold hands and things, be loving and caring.” “ Well I can do that all right.”
“Mitsy”; “Yeah?” “Your pretty good at schoolen stuff aren't ya?” “Yeah, pretty good.” “Well how about if you go to school and become a paralegal”. “What's that?” “Well mostly you fill out papers for lawyers and things. You get your degree and I'll get you a spot in our local hospital where Shirley will be working”. “How am I gona pay for that?” “Don't worry, I'll help you both get grants from the government. You don't have to ever pay it back, it's free money. How do you do that? Well you know Ol' Senator Kintley?” “Yeah”, “well he's a horny old goat and sometimes, when he's in town, he likes to have company at night, especially “Girl Company”, get my mean'n? You know everything has to be hush-hush with these guys and “hush- hush” part cost money. These politician type guys can make money just fall out of the sky.”
“First off we need to get Mitsy that car she wants. “Yeah I've been looking around the car lots and I think I found a mark. Gordon Jefferies?” “Oh, no, no, God no, he's a con-man, never con a con. I want ya to remember that. If you don't you'll be sorry, believe you-me, “No, I think you need to set your sights on Paul Issom. He's married with two kids, a church man, but he had a girly magazine in his out basket. I think he has a hankering for long legged women and besides he owns that new car dealership that just happens to have the car you have your eye on. So you just get slinky and go over there, ask for him personally and tell him that I had sent you over there, that way I get my two hundred bucks. Remember now, deal only with him, no brush off, got it?”
Now I know you ain’t never bought a new car in your life, so listen up. This is how it works: Whenever you buy a new car ya get to take it for a test drive, to see if you like it, right? So you test drive it. Be sure to test drive it someplace where you can learn all about the buttons and knobs, you know putten the top up and down 'n' things. Do I need to tell ya anymore?” “ No, I can take it from there”. “Here's another idea, after he's had his fun with ya, and make it good, you might suggest that you could be a sales person for him after all those guys at the school will go crazy over that car. You’ll get a commission and the free use of the car just like the other salesmen get. If he should change his mind a little later down the line you might get some pains in your belly and you can tell him how you been feelen sick lately, like throwing up in the morning. If at that point your wanten a different car that's the time to move on it. You get the car; he pays for the tags, the insurance, maintenance and maybe even some gas. Now ya got all of that?” “Yeah, every word.
“Shirley? I got a different road for you to drive. Remember last year when those Hopewell’s were killed when that chicken truck hit them? Yeah? You remember Larry, their son don't you?” “Yeah, Oh no, he's not too quick.” “What's wrong with that? He is now eighteen and has money, and a house, all paid for, along with a nice car. If you play it right he just might fall for ya, hook_line_and sinker. Now remember you’re not after his money. Not one penny. After you get married and all, don't get pregnant. You'll need a credit card or two or three and maybe a loan on the house or two or three. You know Sally, my sister, is the branch manager here in town and she can make things like that happen, of course she needs a little, tax-free, cash in her pocket from time to time, I want you to remember that. Then when all this mismanagement on your part forces him to sell the house I have a friend that's a Real Estate Agent. She can help you both with your unfortunate circumstances, she'll also pass a little cash back to ya. Of course, it's now divorce time. You take your new clothes, your car, some furniture and the cash you have stashed away from all of those cash advances on the credit cards and sadly leave him. He won't want to talk about this to anyone, he'll feel kind-a stupid, so your foot-lose and fancy free able to look around and pull the same trick again, right there in town. Now, here you are a poor little old divorced nurse' aid helping poor dieing folk. Just like those assholes on the front porch.”
Shirley, shaking her head, “I have to admit it, it does sound like something that would work. I like it.” “So we all work together helping each other out, Banker, Lawyer, Nurse. Now because of me doing all this planning and thinking, the kind of thing bankers do, whatever you guys get I think I should get, say, 15 percent in cash, what do you think?” Misty says, “Sure why not?” and Shirley nods in agreement, they are both more than happy to agree.
Mary’s plans are accepted and agreed upon: “So much for the long term program; the only thing left for us to do now is to get those government grants, you know, to help you poor little girls get your needed education.
Mary and Mitsy go to visit good Senator Kintely for the week-end. The papers were all in ready. The next weekend it was Shirley and Mary that went for a visit. Outside of enjoying himself to the full the senator didn’t have to do a thing but sign the papers. The funds come through in short order and the girls, all three of them, were off on their pursuits of happiness.
Their little town will serve as the "Home Page" for the group. Mitsy goes off in one direction to a Junior college to study to be a Para-legal, while Shirley goes in the opposite direction to work at some degree of nursing. Mary, on the other hand enrolled in the local branch of the State full term college to become a banker. I believe she’ll do well there.
So that you don't get lost in the flip-flop of these three lives I'll tell you about them, one at a time. First Mitsy; Five foot seven inches tall, slender build, a beautiful complexion, a positive social way (a good talker) and self employed, I might add.
MITZY:
Mitsy has just gotten the latest model sports car and with-in the first two weeks of school sold three of them. It seems that she is earning her "dealers car" legitimately and enjoying it to the full. The young men in her school are interested in her car all right but they do have other interest and Mitsy finds this cultural exchange both exciting and rewarding to say the least.
It isn't long before she sizes up the market and can see that there are some males here that may not be interested in a flashy car but more into upper-class cars I'm talking about teachers this time not students. After she feels that she has sold all of the flash for this semester her dealer provides her with, "The Truly Upper-Class Car” and like worms for the carp the fish bite and special deal after special deal is struck. Remember, it’s customary that the sales-person takes the client on a test drive where he or she can point out all the buttons and switches. Misty has added refresher rides, provided at an additional charge, kind-a-like driver’s education. In fact several have expressed a desire for weekly refreshers.
This has put Mitsy in the higher income category. Even the part that she pays tax on is quite nice. It's rare to find a person on a college grant program living in the most expensive apartment in town. Mitsy is living well and her grades are top notch. If this should continue it would not be surprising to hear her giving the commencement address. Cum Loud?
This seems to be the group she likes and is serious about proceeding into Law. They say that only the smartest survive in law school. Mitsy wonders if she has what it will take to make it there. As the saying goes, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained". Now don't get me wrong, Mitsy is a smart young woman and smart is ok. But clever and smart is great. Mitsy is clever and smart. She no longer panders for a bottle of Jim or Jack she's in the several hundred dollar wine category now. The sparkle on her fingers doesn't come from "Cubic Zirconium" and the watch? Yep, it's a real Rolex.
The last visit home and her meeting with the "Sisterhood" was impressive. She gave her mentor an envelope containing fifteen percent of her gross, amounting to one hundred and thirty thousand dollars along with a personal gift of a watch like hers. To celebrate she presented the group with a one hundred and twenty five dollar bottle of French Champagne. Some might say that a fool and her money are easily parted, but Mitsy knows which side her bread is buttered on. Mary is justly proud of her student and shows her off at her College Frat Parties. Mitsy being the girl she is, gets one of those flashy top notch cars with a custom plate, provided by her dealer friend. The party was a "Bang-up" success, as Mitsy would put it. That night she sold the car she went in and took an order for another. She made eight grand while attending a party, not bad for three hours work. Mary can’t recall a party at which Mitsy hadn’t sold at least one car.
It has become apparent to Mary that Mitsy won't be going to work at the local hospital as she had planned. Let's say that she is a bigger operator than that. The way she's going she may become the first female President this country has ever seen. If that should ever happen Mary would want to be her campaign manager for sure.
This car business is good but like real estate, you can spend just as much time selling a cheapy item as you do sellen a classey item, the difference being eighty percent more commission. You don't need to be a mathematician to see where you want to spend your time. Mitsy says that you can find what she calls,”Good payen Service Perks" in the high class items that you will never find in the economy models: Amen to that.
As Mitsy moved on in her education she discovers that these fellow students were so deep in debt that any car was beyond their ability and they became the health-nuts riding the bicycles. Although they had great bodies they had empty pockets. It has become her appraisal, that the heck with the body, it’s the money she's after. With money she can have her pick of anything she wants but taking the body she's left with just that.
One day Mitsy made an appointment to meet Mary for lunch, there was something important she wanted to talk about. They meet in the lobby of a swanky hotel and proceed to their table. “Mary, I want to fly this idea buy you. Now that I'm in Law School I found it to be a different world. I thought that it would be loaded with money people, it's not. In fact, so far I have only found three people with real money and they already have swanky cars. This is an expensive dry hole. So here's my idea: Just like you trained us, how about if I was to train some of them to make money, kind of like a pyramid thing. They make money and we all make money”. “Mitsy baby, do you want to know what your problem is?” “Problem?” “Yeah, problem? You missed the cross-match.” “What do you mean cross-match?” “ When I chose you two, and I might add only you two, we had something in common, and that was we were all poor. Not just broke like the over-drained guys at school. We were flat ass poor. That's what makes some people do drugs and things with all those dead end tricks.
Because we were alike and could see that there was no future in our little home town, we had a bond. So far these circumstances seem to be pretty much alike, to Misty, but they weren’t. “Look we loved each other, we rooted for each other, we trusted each other, we would lie, cheat or steal for each other. We knew if something were ever to go wrong that we wouldn't have to worry about the other guy turning us in or spillen the beans. We had a "Sisterhood". That means something, that's what I mean by a cross-match. Tell me do you have a gut feeling that you would feel safe sharing this with those people you know at school?” “Well, now that you put it that way, I guess not.” “I understand, you’re so anxious to do something, get the money flowing again, that your willing give your ass away. One of those guys just might be so scared about his money situation that he might black mail you the way you would him. Then either you go to jail or he ends up dead. Now we’re in really deep. Deeper than anyone of wants to be, right?”
“Misty Honey, my advice to you is to go back to your roots and find someone as poor as you were. They'll admire you, they’ll trust you and most important of all you will be able to trust them. I think that now your beginning to see that as you go through life the game changes a little, as the old saying goes, "Make hay while the sun shines"? As a country girl you know what that means. So when you've got a young beautiful body, "Make hay". Sure enough, as you move along with your age group the game changes, right now you want what you used to have. I’m sorry to have to tell ya this kid, but that seldom happens. So I'd say, sell your rings and your watches move down to common place stash away the assets you've got, but not in a bank I might add, concentrate in the area of your greatest source. Like the "Lady of the Night" when she pretty and hot she's great. When the shine is gone she becomes the Madam. Now you’re a really smart and I might add good looking young woman, clever to boot. You've had some gray areas in your life that's for sure, but you don't seem to have left any prints behind, maybe you need to think about politics, they need smart clever young people like you, especially coming from law school, that's where the best crooks come from, you know. That way you can help the needy around you and like Senator Kintley you can have your cookie and eat it too. Does that tell you anything?” “It sure does. That's why I wanted this talk, you see thing differently than I do, I would have moved right on. You’re a very smart person Mary, and I'm not saying that just to be nice”. “Mitsy, honey just one more thought for ya. When you go out there in the orchard of life no matter how careful you are you’re bound to get at least one apple with a worm in it.”
“Do you think that you got one with a worm in it?” “Not saying for sure, but it could be”. “That's not me is it?” “Oh No, No dear, it's not you.”
“Well that only leaves?” “You guessed it:”
Shirley
Shirley: Five foot eleven inches, husky build Tom Boy type. Projects kindness, tenderness, and a caring nature.
Shirley took the advice and dangled herself in front of Larry. Larry wasn't used to that kind of action so just like Mary said, he hit, hook_line_and sinker. It didn't take long for her to get a string of credit cards and a house loan. She used the house loan to pay heavy on the credit cards and make timely payments on the house loan as well. She had to be sure to intercept the mail each day because Larry knew nothing about all of these actions.
Like Larry the Credit Card Companies also Hit, Hook_Line_and Sinker and one not wanting to be left with the smallest cut of the pie upped her limits faster than she could spend it. In less than a year her credit card limit went from three thousand dollars to fifty thousand dollars. A second house loan was needed now, no problem. The home front was working real well but the Nursing School turned out to be too much for Shirley, you really had to know something and all she wanted to do was just hold hands or anything else that needed holding.
She shifted to Nurse's Aid training that way she could be there, but wouldn't have to do anything important. She volunteered for permanent night shift. That way she would have less supervision, and make a few extra bucks, so she told them, as if she needed it. The duty nurse spent a lot of time on the telephone or in the linen closet with her favorite doctor friend. This gave Shirley the freedom she needed. Shirley's out-side training, namely Mary, taught her how to get patient information from the computer. This way she could spot a mark.
After about two weeks on the job she found one. It was a lady, seventy five years old. Illness: "No true cause, Geriatric in nature". Armed with their home address, she would go by to visit the husband, to offer any assistance she could while scanning the house. The old fellow was glad to have someone to talk to that wasn't sick. He would tell her anything she wanted to know. Soon the questions got personal, very personal. Thinking that she was a health practitioner he willing shared his wants and desires with her quite freely. Then she would share with him, her loneliness and her need for a new dress to go to church. He was more than willing to let her get the dress on his credit card, just to help the poor girl out.
About a week later the wife was sent home and Shirley asked if she could be the care giver. She was permitted to do so. The Mrs.’s bed was moved into the dinning room where the "Nurse" could see after her. Unbeknownst to anyone, she had taken up a friendship with the son of the local undertaker. While Shirley was working nights at the hospital she and her undertaker friend had spent several of these nights in the hearse, parked in back of the hospital. In more ways than one the son of the undertaker and Shirley had become attached. Several hospital employees gave witness to these frequent occurrences. Although these meetings could have been said to be on hospital time, it could also be argued that it was on her lunch break and that they were eating sandwiches together.
On the second night of her 'care duty' the lady died and by eight the next morning the Undertaker’s Son was removing the body, even before the ladies husband, sleeping in the same house, knew anything had happened. The body was cremated that afternoon. It was so fast that the husband was concerned that maybe she wasn't really dead. Shirley assured him that she was and that the undertaker had taken her to the hospital for a doctor to look at her before taking her to the crematorium. The husband, with Shirley's help, came to feel that his wife was in a better place now and no longer sick. Shirley would call on him every day, on her own time. As the husband told his son,” we were have'n sex every day". The son didn't believe this, thinking that it was just an old mans fantasy.
A month later the husband became sick and was taken to the hospital. Again it was "Geriatric in nature" and Shirley was on night duty. During the quiet hours Shirley and her new 'mark' would plan their marriage. She got the paralegal to come up to his room and prepare a marriage document and will. They had two staff physicians examine the man and judge him competent, I might add that both staff physicians were well acquainted with the,” Linen Closet". The papers were signed and now they were married. All of his possessions were to be hers, which included a house and three acres, two trailer lots one rented to her mother and one to her daughter, and a fairly new car, which she promptly sold.
The son knew nothing about this marriage arrangement. After two nights out of the hospital the man died and by eight o'clock the next morning the undertaker had removed the body and that afternoon it was cremated before any family member was notified.
The son attempted legal process but everything was quite legal and nothing could be done about it. Despite the strange nature surrounding the deaths of both parents there seemed to be no criminal evidence, nor a body to autopsy.
About a month later the undertaker’s hearse was found parked in the back of the hospital. The Undertakers son was found dead in the rear. No body marks were found, and it was classed, "Death by Natural Causes." Strange isn't it? The young man was thirty-two years old seemingly in good health, he didn't smoke, didn't drink, wasn't over weight, yet he died of "Natural Causes”?
MARY
MARY: Five foot-nine inches about 125 pounds. She was physically very attractive, intelligent, educated, and definitely management material.
Mary felt trapped in this little Southern town. She was often angered by her relatives joking about how well they made out on "Deaths Doorstep" last night like it was a Halloween, 'trick or treat' thing. It seemed that death and dieing were the only way that a person or family in these parts could get ahead. People would deliberately sabotage their crops to collect crop insurance knowing that they made more on the insurance than they would ever make off the crop itself and they didn't have to work it all summer. The battle of the poor is written in the pages of history and this town is no exception. What can one do? Scream out? Cry? Beg for mercy in the form of welfare? Or just go somewhere else and die? Mary wasn't about to do any of those things. She would find a way.
The High School Football and Basketball games were nearly the only thing that brought excitement to town. They would have a parade and cold drinks, but no beer in public, it was a dry county. This was a twice a year celebration. Then of course, there was the Thanksgiving Day Parade and the fourth of July, with Fireworks. New Years Eve wasn't much. Then again I guess you could say it was really the tops. Many barns were active with couples having Moonshine, Sex and Dance'n' parties, where there was the big event, to see which couple would have a climax right at midnight? Talk about fireworks, Wow? What a display. You know what the big joke around town was? If your birthday was near Labor Day, and we always thought that Labor Day meant, well, Labor Day. All the men would have off from work that day, if they had a job of course, and be home with their wives or girl friends that day during, "Labor", then it was pretty sure where your mom and dad spent New Years eve.
It's no wonder that the barn loft was our favorite place for activity. What else was there to do? No movie house, no TV, just moonshine and sex, the hell with the dance'n, that’s all we had to do.
Getting back to other sports: It always turned out that the quarterback was the son of the richest man in town. I guess it was a “gene” thing, well not quite, no one else could possibly be good enough or smart enough to be a quarterback, and besides his old man supplied all the uniforms. It was tough being a quarterback believe me. Everyone wanted to kill ya even your own team. You were the hero with no friends. So, if a girl should make a play for ya, this guy would go crazy, especially if she had nice boobs and wore a short skirt, (Cheer Leader). I was one of those girls.
I saw myself in two lights. Here I was planning to screw the quarterback because I thought he was tough and maybe well hung. This would really make his day as well as mine. The other light was I was aiming at getting pregnant to blackmail his old man. He wouldn't want a low life brat running around town calling him, 'Gran-pa' would he? Ok, so I'm an asshole, and I'm into it just for the money. Ya just got to make a liven somehow.
I looked around and saw that no matter how hard or how long you worked you never got anywhere. So worken harder wasn't the answer. Maybe, worken smarter, was what it took. So I read a lot and did a lot of thinking. I knew that you could make a lot of money sellen booze and drugs, but if the cops didn't get wise to ya then a jealous friend or neighbor would point you out. That's that, your history. There's got to be a better way.
I could see that everybody, even the President of this United States of America, lies. They cheat and they steal, they even screw around when the cameras aren't lookin. The big thing is that these people will pay or do anything not to be found out. I guess that’s human nature for ya. So what could I do that people would pay dearly for me not to tell anyone about. Well first and foremost it would be sex. No one wants to admit that they have sex, not even married people. God forbid, that they thought about sex most of the time. This seems to be the big taboo. Maybe even the big money maker. First off no girl wants to be branded a whore so if you were going to spring a trap, you had to be the bait and the victim. This took a lot of thought and some real careful planning.
I was already a victim. This abortion was gona pay for my first year of college, along with some from my Government grant. How were we going to get that car for Mitsy? First I need to scout these dealers. In a day I knew who the hoods were. That took care of ninety percent of them. I interview the remaining ten percent and thought I could work up a deal with one of them, Paul Issom. He owned the largest dealership in town. I wanted to know if he would cut me a commission if I sent some sales his way. I could tell he was a leg man, and he let me get real close, that's a good sign. He did cut me a deal; it would just be a straight out two-hundred bucks per car. That was ok, after all I didn't come here for the money, but he didn't know that. He stepped out of the office for a minute and I noticed a porn magazine buried in his out file, not the Playboy type either. There was a plaque on the wall from the local Church with his picture on it. On his desk was a picture of a woman and two children. Why wasn't he in the picture? I know, He doesn't like his picture taken. Maybe his suit didn't come back from the cleaners. He was away on business at the time. He was too busy at the office. Maybe they are not his kids. Maybe she's not his wife. Well anyway it gives the look of a family man. Yep, I think this is our man. I need to get Mitsy all polished up for this dude. Not too much glitz might scare him away, just business-like.
Now Shirley? She's not too swift on the books and I think she likes to give away her as-sets too easy. I really think that this nursing thing would be just right for her. I just wish she was a little more of the head nurse type, but she's not and I gotta work with what I’ve got. Hum, What about that nerd, Larry Hopewell? He works over the electronics plant and his folks left him a good bit of dough, after that accident.
Mary calls her sister at the bank to do a credit check on ol' Larry. What do ya know he's right up there. Her sister tells her that he could be a lot higher on the score card but he doesn't have any debts. Well we can take care of that part real fast. The assets? A little over a half a million. If Shirley works this right she can come out loaded. I need to keep a short rope on that girl, just to keep her from going crazy.
Now what about me, I got them all set up. Well I got abortion number one, $20,000. Grant $20,000 a year for four years. Somewhere along the line, the “Larry deal" should bring me about $40,000 provided I can keep Shirley honest with me. Misty? That’s a big question mark at this point, but maybe $10,000 a year. It looks like I still need to pick up some real solid cash maybe about $20,000 a year for expenses. A couple more abortions should take care of some of that. So far I haven't mentioned work. God, I hate that word. Oh, I almost forgot about the Senator, he'll be good for gas money, to say the least. Well it looks like a gamble. Only two of my sources are gold the rest could fold. Well I really haven't lost anything no matter which way it goes, and I got a hundred grand in the bank, so to speak. Ok, go for it.
A couple of years went by and it was time for another meeting of the "Sisterhood". The three met at the local motel, definitely not a classy joint. The girls had a few drinks and shared stories. Mitsy gave Mary and envelop with $52,000 and a diamond ring. Shirley who had gotten little in the way of cash out of the last job gave Mary an envelope containing five-hundred dollars. Mary addressed Shirley in a stern fashion as she passes back and forth. “Shirley, to the best of my records on your first job with Larry you netted a cool $320,000. At least $150,000 of that should have been in cash. Now on your second job you netted $108,000 in real estate and a car worth $8,000, not to mention one dress for $265. along with two credit cards worth another $18,000 This envelop was your first and only envelope and in it you saw fit to put five-hundred dollars, it seems to me that your short about sixty-eight thousand.”
Shirley defends herself: “Yeah it's ok for you guys but I had to take all the risks and you didn't have to do anything.” Mary replies, “what, what kind of risk are you talking about?” “I told you to learn how to hold the hands of dieing people how much risk is there in that?” “Yeah, that's not what you told me”. “Oh really? Then just what did I tell you?” “You told me to do whatever it would take.” Mary turning to Mitsy, “Do you remember anything like that being said?” “No, nothing even close to that;” “Shirley, I think that when you got your hands on the money sweetheart, you weren’t about to pay the cost of your education. I'm surprised that you showed up here at all, I don't think I would have, I probably would have left town all together. I want to make something very clear to you dear, I never, repeat, NEVER told you to murder anyone.” “I didn't kill anyone, they were old and gona die anyway”. “Anyway? What do you mean, anyway? They were old so you helped them out. Did you try to screw the old guy to death?” “Yeah,I tried but it wasn't working” . “So the pillow over the face trick, is what it took?” “Yeah”. Mary rubbing the back of her neck shaking her head mumbles, "The worm in the apple".
Mary walks behind Shirley, “Shirley; you have the right to remain silent. Anything you do or say can be used against you in a court of law. You have a right to an attorney if you can not afford an attorney one will be provided for you. Do you understand this statement?” “What? What is this some kind of joke?” “No, no joke at all Shirley. You are under citizen arrest for the murder of Mr. and Mrs. William George. This entire meeting has been recorded and will be provided to the court as your free-will testimony relative to these murders.” Mary turns off the recorder she had hidden and extracts the tape. She inserts another tape, then turns to Shirley. “Would you like to hear the whole plan as it was related to us by your boy friend, the late Undertaker’s Son?” Shirley is confused and lost at this point. “You’re doing this just because I didn't pay you.” “No, of course not Shirley, It's because you killed two defenseless elderly people that trusted you. You’re just scum Shirley, lying, cheating, murderous, no good for nothing stinking scum.” “I'll give you the money whatever you want, but don't turn me in, promise?” “You want me to make a promise to you after the way you treated me?” “I'm sorry Mary, I'll pay you.” “Well pay me then? Ok. In fact pay me right now, not tomorrow or next week, right now, every last damn cent of it”. “Ok, but we have to go the barn where I hid it.” Ok, let’s go, I could use some fresh air about now. Mitsy will drive your car, and you, Shirley will go with me in my car. As they drive off Mary assures Shirley, remember I wouldn't hesitate slippen a blade between your slimy ribs.
The two cars pull out of the motel lot and head up the highway after a few turns they pull off into an old barnyard. Shirley tells Mary, drive up close to the barn door and leave the lights on. Mary unlocks Shirley's car door and Shirley gets out and proceeds to the barn. Mary is close behind her. Although Mary was truly unarmed she had a plan of her own just in case Shirley pulled another one of her treacherous tricks. If one person was to come running out of the barn, she had told Mitsy, it would be Shirley. Mitsy had a blue police flashing light that she had set on the dashboard. Mitsy was ready to turn on the high beams and the blue light. This would confuse Shirley who knew that she couldn't drive out of the field without going through a deep rain ditch. Shirley's car that Misty was driving was blocking the only real exit.
Mean while Shirley with the aid of Mary's flashlight opened a stall door. Shirley went in and moved a stack of old burlap bags then lifted up a door. Under it was a metal box. She pulled it out and handed it to Mary who backed off. No, I don't want the box, you open it. I can't, I don't have the key. It's in my purse back at the motel. Mary shakes her head. Ok, (plan number two). Let’s go back to the car. You bring the box. Together they walked to the car. Mary flashes Mitsy and Mitsy drives up to the barn. Mitsy brings the police light and a bag with her and gets in the back of the Mary's car. The three drive off. They take a different way back along some back roads. They come to an intersection where there was a free-standing pay telephone. No booth just a drive-up free-standing pay phone.
Mary stops at the phone and reaches into the glove compartment and takes out an envelope, From under the seat she pulls a roll of duct tape. Tearing off a piece of tape and attaching it to the envelope she gets out of the car and sticks the envelope to the roof. Leaning in and saying to Shirley, leave the box there and get out. Together they approach the phone. With a pair of handcuffs in her fist she breaks the shield and the light bulb over the phone. We don't need any light do we Shirley? She grabs Shirley's hand and clips the cuff around her wrist. Yanking her to the rear of the phone where she clips the cuff to the phone stand. Mitsy bring me the other cuffs please. Why are you doing this? Shirley is getting nervous. Mitsy hands over a set of cuffs and Mary slaps them on Shirley’s other wrist and then to the phone stand. Using a shackle she cuffs her ankles to the phone base. She grabs the envelope off the top of her car and sticks it on the telephone behind Shirley's back.
Now standing in front of Shirley; “It's dark here I wouldn't attempt to call for help. The envelope on the phone says I killed Mr. and Mrs. William George. Inside are the directions to where they will find the recording. So we’re going back to your purse for the key. If I find what I'm looking for I will call you, two rings. Then I'll come back and cut you lose. Is there anything else I should know before I leave? No, nothing. Ok, have a good evening. They drive off. Shirley hopes that the police don't cruse by this corner anytime soon.
Mitsy and Mary get back to the motel. The office is closed and dark. They proceed to their room. In side they carefully search Shirley’s purse. The key was there. Wearing gloves they open the box and find incriminating papers and a deed to the George house and property along with $122,000. They close up the box and put it under a bed and return the key to Shirley’s purse. Mary pockets the money, then turns off the lights. The two get in their cars and drive off. They drive about twenty miles up the road to another motel to which one of them already had a key. They go in. Mary pulls the money from her pocket. Well, let’s just split this money right down the middle. Mitsy asks, are you gona call her? No, the games over; But, what about the envelope? Will on the front of the envelope it says, proceed to station 4. Inside it says, Oops, I forgot to put the key in here. Sorry! Have fun now, ya hear?
Remember when I told you "Never con a con"? Well, this is what can happen. Let's go.
Love ya.
