Hooligans

YEAH!

NOW...

Later..

I‟m going to be sore for a week, you damn crazy...

Hey, you‟re the one keeps cryin‟. for more.

Yes. More.

Not enough anything for you, is there?

Not that.

Not just cock, ANYthing.

After tonight we‟ll have it all.

No such thing as ALL, baby. And no such thing as enough.

Fuck me again.

Gotta save u some spunk, lady. it‟s gonna be a long night.

When it‟s over.

We‟ll celebrate. I‟ll luck your head off.

Promise?

You got it.

Crazy doin‟ it tonight.

When‟ll he be here?

Fifteen minutes.

That‟s takin‟ it to the edge.

Ilove it. Gimme a kiss.

Sure. So long, babe.

He caressed her throat with his thumbs, running them, side by side, from her collarbone up along her

carotid to her chin and back and then again, and this time he pressed harder and her face bunched

up.

Too hard...

Too late. His thumbs suddenly seemed to spasm, digging deep into both sides of her Adam‟s apple.

Her eyes bulged, her tongue shot out, quivering obscenely.

He pressed deeper. Something cracked. She gagged, fought, tried to scratch.

He stopped suddenly, straightened up, struck her sharply with two fingers in the temple, and her life

blinked out.

He rolled her over in the bed, arranged her as if sleeping, killed the light, and went to the window.

Ten minutes. Two black limousines pulled up. Four men jumped out of the first limo, perused the

street. Two of them entered the apartment house while the other two waited at the door.

Footsteps on the stairs, some muffled talk. He moved silently across the room and entered the closet.

One of the men inside opened the front door of the apartment house and nodded to the two outside

and one of them ran to the second car and opened the rear door. A till, chunky man, whose face

indicated that he had once been thinner, got out and hustled into the apartment. One of the goons

checked the second floor hallway and waved him in. He was nattily dressed in a dark blue blazer, tan

gabardine pants, a pale blue shirt, and a dark striped tie. He climbed the stairs, nodded to the man by

the door of the apartment, who went back down. The chunky man took out his key and let himself in.

The four men gathered just inside the front door of the apartment and started pitching silver dollars

against the wall in the carpeted hallway.

The chunky man stood inside the doorway, looking at the woman on the bed, sleeping on her side, the

bed a mess. He started getting hard, thinking about it. What a wanton bitch she was. He smiled and

walked to the end of the bed and began to shake it very easily.

The closet door opened without a sound. The chunky man never heard anything until the whirrr of the

rope as it whipped around his throat, then the sudden, awful vise around his neck. He reacted almost

instantly.

Almost.

A leg wrapped around both his legs anal he lost his balance and fell forward on the bed. He was

thrashing, trying to break loose, but the vise tightened.

He began to jerk...

And jerk...

And jerk...

Downstairs in the hall, the boys pitching dollars could hear the bedsprings squeaking.

That Tony, he didn‟t waste no time.

Fuckin‟ bull. Go on, Ricky, pitch.

The silver dollar twinkled as it soared down the hall and hit the carpet and bounced against the wall

And the winner sang:

“Yuh kin t‟row a silver dollar, across the floor,

It‟ll roo-ool, „cause it‟s ro-ound,

Woman never knows what a good man she‟s got,

Until she lets him down.”

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