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Looks like Iā€™m back on the merry-go-round and ridinā€™ into Brooklyn after her.

It wonā€™t be the last time.

When I got to the neighborhood I checked the time. I knew the schedule and how they did shit. I knew when she was supposed to be in the garden and when I didnā€™t see her come out it made me feel queasy.

Did they see her come back?

Did they give her a different job and schedule?

Itā€™s been months since Iā€™ve been here.

I kicked back against the sissy-bar and waited just in case. Another group came out, but no Fi.

Snaps where the fuck are you?

Fi. Not Gingersnap!

There hadnā€™t been time for me to watch the news in case somethinā€™ had happened to her on the subway or walkinā€™ alone in the City. Iā€™d wanna eat a bullet if somethinā€™ happened to her because I gave her the boot. After I found and killed whoever did it to her. I checked on my phone and found nothinā€™ about a nun gettinā€™ fucked up anywhere in the area. Where is she? I decided to wander around to see if there was a sign of her anywhere. One of the nuns looked at me weird, but maybe it had somethinā€™ to do with me beinā€™ in a Royal Bastardsā€™ rag and havinā€™ a braid almost to my ass. I couldnā€™t just leave the bike sittinā€™ so I had to go back before it grew legs and walked away.

Fuck! Fi where are you?

I rode off with my balls in my throat. I couldnā€™t bring myself to go back to the Mounds, so I stopped in a diner and rode back to the convent a couple times. Still no Fi.

Every time I saw that damn convent I thought of the night they gave me the boot and how she tried to come after me. Stupid little girl! Stupid me now! I barely had a bag of stuff to my name and that crazy chick snuck out to be with me. Just like then, the only thing I could try to do was let it goā€”let her goā€”especially since I was the one who slammed the breaks on shit. How long do ya think thatā€™s gonna last? I decided to do the motorcycle version of puttinā€™ one foot in front of the other and to get where I needed to be.

The Moundsā€”buried deep inside Rock Candyā€™s sugary, sweet snatch.

The Ultimate Sin

The Mounds Bar later that night

There was a small tap at the door and Rock Candy peeked in. I was more than ready for her after thinkinā€™ about Fi. I hadnā€™t been able to ride her outta my head, and there wasnā€™t enough business with Redhook, or Jack, in the world to get the job done.

ā€œCasket called and said you wanted to see me.ā€

When the titty-dancer walked in dressed in a vinyl habit with stockings, I was ready to go. Just get back on the horse. My office was set up to look almost like a churchā€”dimly lit, with red and black leather, and candles everywhere. There was a kneelinā€™ bench and a St. Andrewā€™s. My signature crosses were worked into all the leather like the seat of my bike and hanginā€™ on the walls. Nothinā€™ was done in a blasphemous wayā€”my childhood shaped me and the room was a combination of my past and present. I ainā€™t against God, but I got zero love for the church. Them pricks and cunts fucked me up and still had the woman I love. The one Iā€™m stalkinā€™ again. Thankfully, Iā€™d learned to make the best of my bad situation, but it didnā€™t make me hate it or them any less. It hadnā€™t ever been as bad as it was that night.

ā€œCome on in, kid . . . you said you need to confess.ā€ She walked over to the candles on the shelf and lit a few. I pointed to the floor and snapped at my boot. ā€œKneel . . . tell me all the sins youā€™ve had while I was gone.ā€

Try to show some enthusiasm, motherfucker.

Candy was a money maker. I knew sheā€™d have a ton to atone for. She also had a big fuckinā€™ mouth and I was always more than happy to use it to punish her.

ā€œCrucifix . . . Father . . . Iā€™ve been greedy . . . and seduced men for that greed. I lost count of how many men Iā€™ve made come in their pantsā€ She lowered her head and looked up at me with big doe eyes. ā€œI wonā€™t even try to think of how many hand-jobs and blowjobs . . . Iā€™ve been really bad for you guys.ā€

You donā€™t know when to shut it, do ya?

The confessinā€™ of her bullshit is what got me off. I wanted the money she made and there was no denyinā€™ that. I turned a blind eye to whatever the girls did to make it. She coulda told me she got wet by lookinā€™ at some guy on the subway and it woulda been enough for me. Candy just wanted to blow up her own skirt to get points. I wanted the kneelinā€™ and confessinā€™. I needed the punishment and I didnā€™t give a fuck what it was for. I grabbed her face and turned it up to me.

ā€œDid you forget the sin of beinā€™ a prideful slut? Thatā€™s the only fuckinā€™ reason youā€™d say all that shit. You wanna get in my good graces by confessinā€™ and lettinā€™ me know you lined our pockets while I was gone.ā€ I yanked the veil at the back of her head and forced Candyā€™s face to my boot. ā€œLick it with that dirty mouth . . . like you licked their cocks and like youā€™re tryinā€™ to lick my ass right now.ā€

Fi wasnā€™t prideful and if she wasnā€™t such a pain

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