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# 'pardon me detective, but my name is Emily. I've been legally blind since birth....*

*tries desperately to continue the production*
(I helped save b3ta! M3Essential and The Essentials. LIVE!, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 21:18, archived)
# *wanks furiously"
(I helped save b3ta! discomeats This canoe, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 21:19, archived)
# *gets back into character*
"she was a lady, legs all the way to her ass, she had those candy red lips but due to her blindness the lipstick went a bit off the mark... I noticed she was carrying a piece of paper."
(I helped save b3ta! GrandmaOfShoes, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 21:20, archived)
# "This piece of paper, or so I'm told because I can't read, contains my late husbands last wishes
and states the location of a key to our safety deposit box. Excuse me, but can you possibly open a window? There's a very strange aroma in here..."
(I helped save b3ta! M3Essential and The Essentials. LIVE!, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 21:24, archived)
# "I opened the window, she must have caught a whiff of my man-aroma it was enough for her to let slip the letter, I knew it was important but the city's autumn breeze caught the rag and before I could spit my cigarette out in shock, it was just a memory...
like the leaves to the fall branches, I wasn't going to tell the blindy, I still thought I had a chance, see."
(I helped save b3ta! GrandmaOfShoes, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 21:27, archived)
# I'm actually in tears here laughing at you two
(I helped save b3ta! Laird Dave Draws Now charges to take off his clothes., Thu 20 Sep 2007, 21:31, archived)
# Emily could practically taste the aroma in the room now, and it made her feel ever so guilty for some reason... like a long ago savoury she had stolen from a street vendor
she calmed herself, and made an effort to halt this sweet sensation that was building in her.

"Tell me Detective, can you... would you, help me?"
(I helped save b3ta! M3Essential and The Essentials. LIVE!, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 21:32, archived)
# "at this point I was testing her other senses I could tell from her previous reaction she really could smell...
I waved my hands in front of her like I was hailing a cab she didn't flinch, she was blind or had nerves of steel, my sweat patches were quite a sight, I took out a new cigarette and took a drag, I offered her one, she's blind, she couldn't see, shit, this is going to be a tough case"
..."sure sweetheart we'll find out what your husband was up to his neck in"
(I helped save b3ta! GrandmaOfShoes, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 21:35, archived)
# "Perfect" thought Emily, "I've found my man!"
Down below on street level of the building Emily was in, her '55 Packard was waiting. Emily was wishing her Marley .32 was under her arm and not in the trunk of the car. Setting a dead beat detective up for a murder rap and no weapon was not her idea of good sense. She casually reached into her clutch and felt the sharp steel knife. "Sure, it's no bullet," she mused, but it felt better to have something heavy and deadly in her hand.
(I helped save b3ta! M3Essential and The Essentials. LIVE!, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 21:39, archived)
# A shocking twist!
(I helped save b3ta! SugarSpunSister Yeah, whatever, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 21:41, archived)
# This Novel is packed with 'em Cutie, stick around, a gal could learn a thing or two
;)
(I helped save b3ta! M3Essential and The Essentials. LIVE!, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 21:43, archived)
# Haha, reckon ah might just take you up on that offer
A gal like me don't have much to do round these parts 'cept listen in to two handsome strangers like you.
(I helped save b3ta! SugarSpunSister Yeah, whatever, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 21:49, archived)
# then fetch me a bourbon Dollface and pull up a pew, we'll be here for a while
(I helped save b3ta! M3Essential and The Essentials. LIVE!, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 21:56, archived)
# You want a refil in your coffee Sugar?
(I helped save b3ta! SugarSpunSister Yeah, whatever, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 21:58, archived)
# you come over here and sit on my knee, I'll show you where I want... erm.... to refill?
well, shucks, that makes no damned sense...
(I helped save b3ta! M3Essential and The Essentials. LIVE!, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 22:12, archived)
# I put my cigarette out on the back of my hand when I got in the 55 Packard, "FUCK" I yelled realising she couldn't see me permanently scar myself in a show of cockiness
I've no idea why she was sat in the driving seat... I imagine it reminded her of her husband, I let out a deep sigh and asked "Darlin' you can't expect me to drive us to 4th on Grillby if you're sat in the driving seat" she slowly sidled over, it was electric... her sweater had rubbed on my nylon and a flash of blue affection sparked from my hand "OW YOU BITCH" I was caught in the moment, I wanted to rub my bits on her.
(I helped save b3ta! GrandmaOfShoes, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 21:44, archived)
# Emily cursed herself for such a mistake, after all this planning and preparation...
"Oh Dear", she offered "I'm just so used to being in England" and feigned what she thought to be a cockney accent "awright my son, luvvly jubbly"

She had to think quickly now, or lose him. As she slid across the seat she allowed her skirt to rise exposing her firm and voluptuous thigh which capped itself off in a black garter. "That should keep him occupied for a moment" she thought.

A big-rig zoomed past, its exhaust brrrapping as the driver downshifted.

"Shall we?" breathed Emily...
(I helped save b3ta! M3Essential and The Essentials. LIVE!, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 21:52, archived)
# what a woman, the car was an automatic but in the car at that moment was a manual gear stick... if you see my point, which she couldn't
I dropped the car into drive and pulled away, her breath was warm as she leant herself toward me, I could feel every breath so soft like her last on the back of my neck, I was getting a distinct feeling Emily was going to be trouble, I'm sure I caught "oh you're so dead tonight's your last chance with a woman and hooch" under her breath.

the night was dimming the twilight rose over our skulls like a cloak conceiling a dagger, I needed a drink, I started my investigation in the seedy bar I frequent for information and hooch.

Her tit's were ace.

(I helped save b3ta! GrandmaOfShoes, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 21:58, archived)
# Emily was glad to be back on solid pavement, the detective drove like a madman, and that damned aroma kept making her squirm
She thanked him, and stepped out of the vehicle, leaving a damp spot on the leather.

She raced to her apartment and immediately began to masturbate. Massaging herself to climax in just moments. When she was done fixing her needs her hands were warmed up from the effort and streaked with rust and grime from the tools. She wiped off as best she could and made straight for Jake's place, for a wash and a refill of her hip flask, and in the hope that he had some pie left.
(I helped save b3ta! M3Essential and The Essentials. LIVE!, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 22:09, archived)
# I virtually hadn't stopped before Emily jumped out of the car into the bar, I noted she'd been twitching the whole journey, perhaps she needed a poo? It certainly seemed that way from the moisture point on the car's upholstery
I followed her into the bar... The room was deafly silent, which she could tell because she was blind, not deaf. IT was her however who had silenced the room, she was busily rubbing at herself, it was like a rhino convention such was the horn.

after a very short while, clearly my man-aroma had worked it magic, she ran out, I gave chase, I didn't make much noise because I had accidentally stood in dog shit making my footsteps soft and squelchy rather than loud and slappy. She dived into the laundrette and took a deep swig of some of the laundry water, I moved behind her and greeted her, she stepped back in shock pushing her pencil dress enveloped ass into my crotch, you could cut the tension with a knife, we were in a laundrette no knives were to hand.
(I helped save b3ta! GrandmaOfShoes, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 22:16, archived)
# "How did you enter this line of work?" Emily asked the roly-poly detective.
He had no time to anser before the shot was fired. She saw nobody, no cars, no people. Well, she was blind. She ran from the laundrette, catching her skirt on the coin change machine. It ripped it from her body like a 4 year old rips open a christmas present.

She rounded the corner of 34th and Vine. Stopping briefly to purchase a bottle of Love Potion Number 9. Mrs. Gilmore, her landlady, was walking north on Vine. She raced over and begged her to lead her home. If Jake had been telling the truth, she would have seen him on 9th Street and right now she felt more vulnerable than ever.

Mrs. Gilmore lead Emily back to her apartment and both ladies sat down to talk...
(I helped save b3ta! M3Essential and The Essentials. LIVE!, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 22:34, archived)
# It was merely a glancing blow, it had hit him in his right buttock and slipped out of the side without contact with major arteries or bones
still there were women present he was milking it as best he could.

he stared longingly down the cleavage of the woman who was mopping the blood up and repeatedly shouting "GET OUT OF THE FUCKING LAUNDRETTE, WHAT ARE YOU A RETARD, ARE YOU STUPID YOU BLEEDING GO HOSPITAL!" I got back in the 55 Packard.

I couldn't help feel guilty I was bleeding on a dead man's car and I'd just seen his wife rub herself off like a cat backing onto a garden hose.

I drove a few miles south I knew a good surgeon he'd stitch me up for a couple of dollars, I had time to think... I had time to smoke.

Smoke like ribbons out the window of the car, dimaonds flashed as I crossed the black ice on the ground I was drowsy I'd sleep off this headache and find Emily in the morning, she was a clever girl, blind but clever.

I pulled into the surgeons back entrance...
(I helped save b3ta! GrandmaOfShoes, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 22:41, archived)
# "Look" demanded Mrs.Gilmore "Either explain to me why you have no skirt on in the middle of mahattan in broad daylight or I'm calling the police!"
"No" sobbed Emily, "No, please don't. Look, I'm in some very serious trouble, and I need people around me I know I can trust. You are one of those people"

Mrs. Gilmore stopped scratching her arse, not a light scratching, but the kind where you have to really dig your finger in deep to ease the pain. She adjusted her bodice and spoke softly.

"Emily, I know it's been hard ever since James passed, and I know you are a good woman. But just recently your late night moaning and the constant flow of men in and out of your apartment at all times of the day and night has me concerned"

Emily picked her nose.

"I want to help you," continued Mrs. Gilmore "but I need to know you are being straight with me."

Emily nodded and let out a little trump.

"Yes, Mrs.Gilmore. I understand. Ask me anything and I swear to tell you the truth" offered Emily.

"That's wonderful dear" Mr's Gilmore said approvingly "Just let me open a window and we can begin"
(I helped save b3ta! M3Essential and The Essentials. LIVE!, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 22:57, archived)
# his arse was sore, in fact it was a little too sore for his liking, he had one hole for a reason, he certainly wasn't a fan of the second one.
The Surgeon was dragging deep on a joint "man your ass, it's like whoa, so... whoa white."

I'd admit I wasn't the first to show my arse to the sun, this was the first time I'd been out of my office for a month... always for a broad.

I piped up "do you stitch up bum's often?"
"no son, I can't say it's something I do that frequently"
"I'm stuck on this case, I lost my only evidence and I'm not sure about the broad"
"it's about time you realised where you sta...."

everything went black... I got the whiff of chlorophorm...

I push my arms and legs away, the foetal position is how I wake, I feel a tightening across my side, FUCK, he's had my kidney, THAT UTTER TWAT...
(I helped save b3ta! GrandmaOfShoes, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 23:08, archived)