God help me, I'm covered in blood from head to toe. Some of it's mine; some of it's not.
I'm almost completely positive that I'm going to die.
The woman that did this to me is the one person I cherish the most. Her name is Jelly'�sometimes. She's standing over me holding my death in her hand and the only thing I can think of is how much I love her and want to puncture one of her major arteries all at the same time. But in a loving way.
No, really.
I guess you kind of have to understand the strange road our relationship has taken to this point to comprehend what I mean. We we're in love. Well, I know I was. Sometimes I'm not sure about her. Was it lust? No, definitely not. She made fun of my looks sometimes. On a few occasions she wasn't even sure why she was having sex with me. Said she wasn't attracted to me. Amongst other things, I know she had sex with me because I was loyal and I worshiped her and I would do anything for her. Like wearing a strap on and fucking her with it.
I know it was strange to fuck Jelly with a strap on when I had a dick of my own. And there was absolutely nothing wrong with it you know; it had performed spectacularly in the past as a matter of fact. No, the only I reason I was wearing a strap on was because it was the only way she would have sex with me.
Of course I got no physical pleasure out of it. It was purely mental. Just the thought of having Jelly all to myself this way was exciting. I ignored the discomfort; Even my own penis chafing underneath the strap on.
We did this a few times over the course of three weeks until I couldn't take it anymore. My balls hurt from not really being able to experience any of the pleasure my rubber counterpart was enjoying. One night I told her that I had bought a new strap on I thought she would love. It was made for double penetration I lied. I simply started the evening with the usual anal. When she asked for the double I gave it to her. I slipped my own penis as I was thrusting. Whether she could tell the difference or not it didn't really matter. She loved it. Louder and louder she moaned until they turned to grunts and screams.
It was too much. I pulled out to keep from coming. In that same moment she went from euphoric to demonic. Her face was flush with rage when she turned around to find out why I'd stopped. How dare I cause her such inconvenience when she herself was ready to come?
When she saw that one of the dildos was real it didn't faze her. To my delight of course.
'Put them back in you fuck.'�
Yes, the sex was good. That's what I was there for. Any form, any way. For some reason Jelly would only have sex with me if there was some sort bizarre circumstance surrounding it. I guess some would have a problem with that. I on the other hand didn't. After all, how else are you supposed to honor your wife?



*

Let me just say that I was a normal guy. I've never been in a war, I'm not filthy rich and I drive a Japanese import car. My everyday life is basic. I work, I eat, I shit and I sleep. That's pretty much the way it's been most of my life. That is until I met Jelly. Nothing in my life has ever been normal since then.
For example, I remember one night we had sex for three hours straight. Three excruciating hours. I had clamps on my nipples the entire time. Eventually they started to bleed but we didn't stop. I didn't even know nipples could bleed. It was of course Jelly's idea.
Speaking of blood, there was another time we cut each other and had the most savage sex in the history of sex while our bodies bled all over our white bed sheets. At least that time I was high.
All in all, Jelly and I had a pretty good relationship. It was a steady one originally built on drugs and sex. Lots of drugs and lots of sex.

*
In fact it was through drugs and sex that I met Jelly. I was invited to a party where these were the selling points. This was a very special party though. How special I didn't know until later. See, the requirement was to dress up as a member of the opposite gender. All fun and games I thought. Right?
There was a reason people were dressed up that way. It turned out that all the men dressed as women were pretending to be lesbians. With each other. I walked in to a bedroom where there were 15 or so men dressed as women. There was cocaine sloppily spread out all over the dresser. Someone had been clearing their sinuses. There were also people clearing their anuses. All I remember is a flurry of skirts, hairy legs and ass pumping. To make things worse, I recognized half the guys in there from my job.
It was vice versa with the women. After rushing out of the fag orgy I stumbled into a room full of college girls in business suits and fake moustaches. They seemed to be having even more fun than the guys. There seemed to be even more coke in this room now that I think about it.
Then I saw Jelly. She still has the short wavy blonde hair she did then. I could see her beauty even through the smoke of the cigar she was smoking as she took the role of fucker. Her fuckee was a small thin, very young looking brunette with enormous breasts. Jelly spotted me at the door's entrance and smiled at me. She winked, waved and then turned to a naked fat girl masturbating next to her and whispered something. Within moments, three more identical copies of this woman joined her in gently escorting me out of the room.
'Girls only faggot.'�
I couldn't get my mind off of Jelly the rest of that night and the following week. By some great cosmic coincidence the next time I saw her was at a church. Except her hair wasn't blonde anymore, it was black and she looked like a good Christian. The ideal picture of innocence. She made no indication that she recognized me when I intentionally bumped into her as she was leaving after the service. Not wanting to let her get away, with no idea of what to do if I did catch her, I followed her to the parking lot. I hurried to find my keys and jumped in my car and slowly followed as she exited.
She did the speed limit for a while but suddenly took off. I did too. We careened around corners and took a few reds I'm sure. I'm not exactly sure what had gotten into me but I wasn't fighting it. Then, in the blink of an eye I lost her. I pulled over to the side of the road and looked in every direction. I sat there sulking upset with myself. My head was leaning on the steering wheel when someone rammed my car from the back. I cut my forehead but didn't care. Somehow, someway, I knew it was her. One ram later she was at my window tapping loudly. I rolled it down and before I could say anything she spoke.
'You're the fag that was staring at me at that party right?'�
She took off her wig and let her blonde hair fall.
'What do you want?'�
'I wanted to talk to you, get to know you.'�
'My name is Jelly, I like girls and rough anal sex. Now get off the bullshit, what the fuck do you really want?'�
'Well, I'd also like to know why you hit my car.'�
Within seconds the police arrived. A scrawny police woman appeared in front of my car and yelled if I needed an ambulance, but before I could answer one had arrived and they were putting me in the back. As they attended to me, I noticed a strikingly large man holding Jelly and cradling her beloved face in his hands. His thick fingers bulged over what looked like a wedding ring to me. Was Jelly married? Did she lay in bed at night with that man? Did she love him? Did she crave him the way I craved her?
Moments before they shut the doors of the ambulance, I tried to look but my head was strapped on to the gurney. I wanted one last look at her. Almost as if she read my mind and knew that I needed one last taste of her I heard her call out to me and say something very unexpected:
'Call me!'�

*

I got the number from the police report. Once I was released from the hospital I went straight home and called her. The phone rang over and over with no answer and no answering machine to leave a message on. So I decided to try later. Later turned into every 8 hours or so. For a while I started doubting that I'd ever spoken to her in the first place. Has the car accident made me delusional and hallucinate? What was I to do?
I stopped eating completely and drove to the church on more than one occasion waiting to see her this time not letting her get away. No luck. I phoned the friend that got me into the first party and found out the date and time of the next 'special'� party. I'd find her again if took me a lifetime.
Sometimes a beautiful woman with a penchant for kinky behavior could do that to a man. Sometimes passion makes you stop at nothing. Sometimes my cock would get so hard it would throb with just the thought of touching her.
So, Friday night I bought two things: A bottle of whiskey and a wig. I shaved my legs and my face. I tried as hard as possible to look like a woman.
Once I finished with my make up I looked into the mirror for one last time. I have to admit I looked damn good in my dress. Then it hit me. I'm in a dress. What was wrong with me? Was it love at first sight? Lust at first sight? Ever since I'd seen her in between those sweaty fat girls, I knew she had to be mine no matter what. No matter what.
Upon arriving to the party, I handed the man/woman at the door my bottle of whiskey. He looked at me funny. Maybe it was because it was half gone. Or maybe he was cock eyed and couldn't help it. My nerves we're a train wreck. I rushed to the ladies room because I felt the need to puke. I wasn't ready for what I thought I was ready for. Turned out the party was more deviant than the last.
There was the normal homo sex that I'd begun to view as mundane. There were drinks and drugs and costumes and threesomes and foursomes and bondage and a few German girls shitting on a guy with his arms tied to bedposts. What really pushed me over the edge was yet to come.
Once I was out of the bathroom I poured myself a double shot of whiskey. No ice. Moving around, drink in hand, as gracefully as I could in my heels, I surveyed the room and noticed someone staring at me. It was a sexy redhead I didn't know. She made her way towards me and the smell of cheap perfume crawled up my nose and made me gasp. I tried to not get distracted and pretended not to notice her. I turned my back but she wasn't dissuaded. I felt a flutter of warm breathing down my neck and heard a smoldering sexy voice ask me if I was following her. My heart skipped a beat. Could it be Jelly in another disguise?
I turned slowly to face her hoping I was right but instead a sultry thick-lipped girl who was up close most definitely not Jelly smiled and dragged me by the hand onto the balcony that over looked the beach. Her boldness, her luscious curves and her perfectly shaped mouth kept me slightly interested. She even puckered when she knew I was looking. Still my mind was on other things. I looked over her shoulder and noticed the one and only closed door in the house. It was the same room I found her in last time. I pulled a box of reds out of my pocket and lit one. The whiskey was talking to me now and it whispered a great idea into my ear.
I grabbed the redhead that stood in front of me by the back of the head and kissed her hard on the mouth. When I pulled away, her face was flush. A deep grin surfaced from her mouth. She started to run her hand down my stomach towards my crotch. I stopped her hand so she wouldn't find my little secret and blow my cover.
'Not out here,'� I said. 'I'm kind of shy.'�
I led her by the hand towards the room Jelly might be hiding in. I had to know if she was there. As I was reaching for the doorknob the redhead hesitated and pulled me back.
'We shouldn't go in there. Come on, let's back out on the balcony.'�
'Why don't you want to go in there? We'll be all by ourselves,'� I lied.
'Trust me. You don't want to go in there.'� Her tone turned serious.
There was something going on in the room that I wasn't supposed to see so of course I wanted to be in there even more.
I let go of her hand and went inside the room anyway.
At first I wasn't sure if I'd tripped over a body or a coffee table but when I landed my purse went flying and everything came tumbling out. I felt like such a fool and kept my head down as I collected all of my belongings, which included my wallet, cigarettes, keys, and a tampon (for credibility). A large hand with a silver wedding band politely helped me some, handing my lipstick back to me. Jelly's husband? I grabbed it quickly and stared into the smallest pair of beetle eyes. It wasn't Jelly so I looked away and kept searching. Assuming Jelly would be close by my eyes and mind darted quickly around the room like a mad banshee with a muzzle clamped over its mouth. The overly abundant man grabbed me by the wrist and said:
'If you plan on staying in here sweetheart I suggest you have a taste of candy.'�
With that he handed me a straw and passed me a glass tray with small mountain of coke. I did as he said to keep my ruse up. I dipped my head low and sucked in with what felt like might be my very last breath. Not ever having done coke, I didn't know what to expect next.
For a second my head was fuzzy and I felt heaviness behind my eyeballs. Suddenly, everything was clear and I was energized. I was so nervous in my little undercover escapade that the cocaine doubled the feeling exponentially. Basically, I was too fucked up to talk. I bounced up from the floor with a hazy smile. The big man started doing a line himself and passed it to the person next to him. With my face finally up from the floor I realized how many people were in the room. There were at least 20 or more and they were all in a circle. I had come flying in so fast that I broke the circle and was now in the middle of it. Everyone was staring at me and my crooked wig.
I looked behind me to see what it was that I'd tripped over. It was Jelly. She was unconscious or something. I couldn't really tell. For a moment I was afraid she was dead. The room was different that it had been the last time. This time it was co-ed. Both naked men and women surrounded me.
I realized something even more 'different'� just then. Yeah, ok, the men all had hard-ons, but Jesus Christ, so did the women. Not strap on's, full-fledged flesh rockets.
During all this, the cocaine kept on getting passed around until it came back to me. The fat man motioned for me to take another hit. When I declined he said:
'So are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna fuck her?'�
I looked at him unsure of what he meant. He pointed at Jelly and then I understood. I slowly walked over to the sprawled body, bent down and touched her on the ankle. She was warm, warm like the summer in the middle of the night. Thank you God, I thought, she's not dead, just completely unconscious. This isn't how I dreamed it. This wasn't the way I wanted Jelly; at least not the first time I was to hold her. Suddenly I knew that this wasn't just about our first time and how it should or shouldn't be. I wanted to protect her, to take her out of this horribly erotically decrepit place. I wanted to love her and pleasure her without piercing, selfish, greedy eyes slobbering over her body. I wanted to bash the enormous man's head in with my bare fists. I wanted to spit in his face and curse the day he ever laid eyes on her.
I looked around the room somewhat frightened. What the hell was I going to do? I pondered feverishly. I turned her body over to buy time while I thought. I noticed Jelly's delicate face. Red lipstick was smudged across her mouth. A puddle of black mascara sat at the bottom of her eyes and she reeked of booze. But in some weird way she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. The fat man was getting angry and screamed at me.
'What are you doing? Are you gonna fuck her or memorize her fuckin' face?'�
Everyone laughed and a sense of fury ran through me. I grabbed the closest thing to me which was an over used ashtray and chucked it smack dab into the center of the large mans face. As the ashes flew everywhere, the bedroom door flew open. The obtrusive redhead came in bellowing:
'Get your hands off of her bitch!'�
I dug my arms underneath her back and picked her up with little effort. She was weightless in my grasp like a fallen angel. Only the redhead and the large man stood between the door and me. He was still slapping away the ashes from his eyes so I didn't have to worry about him for the time being.
The redhead actually seemed like a problem. Her eyes were wild and her teeth were bared. I had no idea why she was angry or intent on stopping me but I didn't give a fuck. I grabbed her by the hair, which I had held lovingly just moments before when we kissed and slammed her head against the door.
From somewhere behind me people were shouting to bring back their slave. I ran as hard as I could pushing my way through hordes of cocks and breasts and lubricated bodies. My wig finally fell off and I lost a pump like Cinderella after three cocktails but it fazed me none.
I could see the front door was less than 10 feet away when someone clothes lined me. My whole body fell violently backwards. Luckily, I broke Jelly's fall with my ribs. Standing above me was the redhead.
'Where do you think you're going?'�
'How the fuck?'� I gurgled. 'I knocked you out in the bedroom bitch.'�
'That was my twin asshole. Now, please hand over our sister.'�
'Your fuckin' what?
'Our sister faggot.'�
At first I wasn't sure if I should laugh out loud or piss on myself or both. The whiskey was finally wearing off and frankly I'd had just about enough bullshit; Overprotective twin lesbian sisters that fought like Marines. Fucking brilliant. I had to get Jelly alone and talk to her. I needed a way out.
Jelly suddenly awoke from her mortal sleep and vomited all over the redhead's shoes. I wobbled forward and grabbed Jelly's shoulders. The redhead went screaming to the other side of the house yelling something about her new goddamn shoes. Meanwhile I ran through the hallway with what I thought was Jelly trailing behind me
Over my shoulder I shouted:
'Were almost there, my car is right around the corner.'�
But when I looked back a short man with hair parted down the middle of his head was skipping hurriedly toward me.
'Who the hell are you?'� I screamed.
I pushed him aside before he could give me answer. I backtracked unsuccessfully. The only thing I found was a ripped red purse. Inside was Jelly's license. Nowhere on it did the name Jelly appear. But Joanna Pittena did. Unsure I had the right license I focused harder but after looking at the picture a second time there was no doubt that it was Jelly. At least, I thought to myself, the night wasn't a total bust. I had Jelly's address and I could pick up from where I left off.
Walking back to my car, my thoughts of Jelly were rapidly pushed out. I was exhausted and my body was weighing me down with fatigue. I needed to get some sleep badly. Back at the car, I found I'd accidentally left my headlights on.
I jumped in and tried to turn on the engine stubbornly all the while knowing the battery was dead. Slowly but steadily sleep crept over me. I sat in my useless car with my head leaning back against the seat thinking of what to do next. Before I knew it, I was fast asleep.

*

Morning came and the sweat dripping down my back awoke me suddenly. Great I thought, I'm still here no juice to turn my car on and no drugs to soothe my aching headache.
'Fuck.'�
I pounded my fist hard against my car wheel and ripped open the door. Luckily a man in a business suit holding a cup of coffee was entering the car next to mine. I ran over and frantically knocked on his car window. He rolled it down and gave me an annoyed expression.
'Yes?'�
'Can I get a jump?'�

*

I made it home late that afternoon. When I went to unlock the door I found it was already open. I suspiciously made my way down the hallway and searched the house for an intruder. No one was there.
'What now?'� I softly said to myself.
Passing the kitchen I ignored my open refrigerator walked into my bedroom and removed my ridiculous getup and jumped into the shower. It was Saturday I didn't have much to do, but sitting on the couch flipping the remote wasn't an option, I had Jelly's address and by all means I was going to use it.
I waited until the sun set and drove across town. Her apartment was on the top floor. I could see in from the street. She moved around happily all the while holding a short drink. She was alone. Her dress was flowing and I could see the curve of her body as she moved in front of the kitchen light. Her shades were drawn open and something told me she just didn't care. I thought if I stared long enough she would look my way maybe feel me staring at her.
Who was this woman? Why did I give a fuck? I was starting to feel like I was going mad. I almost hated her now. Hated her for stealing my every thought. Hated her for not letting me live my life anymore. I smelt her. I longed for. I wanted to rip my heart out and hand it to her.
I was nervous of going to her apartment door. She'd think I was crazy. She would slam the door in my face I was sure. But how would I ever really know? It was worth a shot. So I got out of my car and walked across the street. There was a light that sat high above the stairs that led to her apartment so I picked up a rock hoping to hit it. Instead it flew passed and flicked off the garbage underneath. Jelly walked to her window and looked out. I'm sure wondering where the sound was coming from. For a second I thought she saw me and then turned away.
She went back inside the apartment when she didn't see anything strange. I picked up another rock. It was a bit bigger than I wanted but it was the only one I could find. I chucked it at her window but missed horribly. It went smashing through her neighbor's window in the building next to hers.
Oh shit.
I ducked as if that would do any good. Just my luck the resident of the apartment happened to be home. A large black woman with a Marge Simpson hairdo pulled open the broken window and peered out intensely.
'Who's the muthafucka that just broke my window?'�
I broke into a run and headed towards Jelly's apartment building. I ran up the stairs and hoped that Jelly would help me hide out. How did I know she would? I didn't. But it was the first thing that popped into my mind to do.
From outside I could hear:
'I'm gonna kill you muthafucka!'�
When I reached Jelly's door I knocked loudly like she had when we were in the accident. Briefly it flashed into my head that she'd seen what I'd done and was calling the cops, a paranoid notion but I thought it just the same. She took long to answer the door and a million other scenarios played out in my mind. When she did open up, she stared at me intensely for a moment and then turned and walked slowly away. The wide opened entrance dared me to walk in so naturally I did. I shut it behind me and quickly sat down on a velvet green couch. My eyes never left her.
Jelly poured me a drink from her wet bar. After handing it to me, she sat down on a chair directly in front of me. Her eyes were piercing mine. They sent chills down my spine and tempted me to say something, but words would and could not leave my mouth so instead I sipped.
'Why have you come here?'� she breathed.
My mind was blank.
'Why have you come here?'� she repeated
'Because I had to.'�
'Meaning what?'�
'I'm not sure.'�
I felt like an idiot. I had no answers for this woman. I never thought about it on the way over here. All sensibilities were still sitting in the car and now my drink was empty. This was too much. I didn't want to talk anymore. I just wanted to lay her in front of the fire and caress her body until I heard her moan with delight, but that moment wasn't coming soon enough and she was still demanding an answer.
'I guess you remember me this time?'�
'Yes.'�
'Do you know who I am?'�
'No.'�
'May I have another drink?'�
'Yes.'�
Jelly stood up and walked over to the bar and filled my glass this time she added ice and I welcomed the cold. She returned and passed me my new drink and sat next to me on the couch. I started to sip my drink when I felt cold steel next to my temple.
'No more games. What do you want with me? I see you everywhere I go now.'�
'It's sort of hard to explain.'�
'Try.'�
The cold steel pressed harder against my temple. I wasn't sure if I could rip the gun away fast enough. Her strength surely couldn't surpass mine, but if the gun went off then I'd be in trouble. There was only one way she was going to put the gun down: If she wanted to. I had to make her want to.
'Simply put, what I want is you.'�
'Really?'�
'Yes.'�
'Why?'�
' Because I love you.'�
'You can't love me, you don't know me.'�
She was denting my skull with the barrel of the gun.
'Since I first saw you at that party I knew you had to be mine. Call it love at first sight or whatever you want, but that's what made me seek you out.'�
'You mean follow me wherever I went. To church, to last nights party, to my fucking house.'�
'I promise you Jelly, I have only the best intentions. I've never felt this way about anyone. You make me want to do things I never thought I'd be capable of. Believe me, this is the first time I've followed someone around, and judging from the fact that you knew I was doing it just goes to show how bad and inexperienced I am.'�
I took another gulp of my drink and finished it in a hurry.
'Are you nervous?'�
'You have a gun to my head. Another first in my life.'�
'Question: being the persistent stalker that you are, I know you know about the twins. They don't bother you? My sisters are very dangerous. They'd kill you if they knew you were here.'�
'It's worth the risk.'�
'How do you know that you love me?'� She dug the gun deeper into the side of my head.
'Love is something you can't explain love is deeper than words. Love is more than just admiring the beauty on the surface. Love is more than just an obsession, which I believe you may think I have. Love is me sitting on this couch letting you dig a weapon into the side of my head and never flinching.'�
Jelly turned her head and laughed gently.
'You think you're letting me hold this gun?'�
'No, that's not what I meant exactly."
Jelly slowly slid the gun down my face and over my mouth, which got me slightly excited. I could feel my pants tighten around me. The thought of her power at that very moment turned me on. This was sick. This is what I had become. I wasn't in control of myself anymore. I was in a world I never wanted to return from. I never wanted this night to end. I wanted to sit on this couch until the world ended or she painted her walls with my brain.
The steel ran over my lips and down my throat. I still wasn't scared. Not of her gun at least. I was scared she would send me on my way. Scared that I wouldn't know where to go and scared that I would never see her again. I had to give her something she would remember. Something she would think about and long for when I wasn't here. She kept the gun moving south. I felt the gun rub my stomach and slide down my pants and heard a loud click. I jumped for a second out of instinct at the sound of the empty chamber. I quickly grabbed it from her hand and threw her on the floor. I pinned her arms above her head and put my face close hers. Her mouth opened slightly and she closed her eyes.
'You're dickless.'� She whispered.
'Bitch.'�
'If you don't like it, get the hell out.'�
'What's your deal?'�
'Fuck you. Get out.'�
'No.'�
'Yes!'�
'Do you really want me to go?'�
Jelly fought my grip away and grabbed the collar of my shirt tightly until I felt dizzy with pleasure.
'What I really want is for you to fuck me and get it over with so then you can go. That's why you really came here isn't it? That's what you really want. I'm not stupid.'�
I kissed her hard, harder than I kissed the red head. This kiss was real. I wanted to swallow her and keep her locked in my stomach so no one else could have her. I could feel her wetness seeping through her underwear and through mine. I wanted so badly to move them to the side.
Then I heard a key turning in the front door.
'Not now, God, not now.'� I whispered under my breath.
Jelly's eyes sprung open with fear.
'We have to go! Move it!'�
Quickly I jumped to my feet and grabbed her. I ran into the bedroom, yanking her along and lightly shut the door. I left the lights off and we stood in the darkness.
'Who is that?'� I whispered.
'That's not important, but leaving right now is.'�
I cocked the gun and hid it in the backside of my belt. Just in case.
I led Jelly to the side window and climbed down the fire escape. The model 19 Smith and Wesson dug an uncomfortable hole into my back as I slithered my way down the stairs. The ladder didn't reach all the way to the bottom so Jelly jumped and I followed.
When we hit the ground my left ankle bent awkwardly made what sounded like a snap, but I ignored the searing pain shooting through my leg. I limped around the corner towards where I had left my car. Only it wasn't there.
I looked in every direction but it was just fucking gone. I felt a tinge of panic creeping up my spine. All at once I could feel each individual pore on my body leaking sweat. I looked at her and she was drenched in sweat too. For a moment I lost myself and almost licked the sweat of the nape of her neck. I wanted to sweep the hair away where it was caked on in crazy swirls and loops. Her voice snapped me out of my trance.
'Hey, who are you?'�
I didn't really hear the question because I was only concerned with our escape from our invisible pursuers.
'Ok listen, we're going to have to run. I don't know where my car is but it doesn't matter we have a good step on whoev-'�
Whap!
All I saw was a blurry Caucasian flash. It was her fist.
'Get the fuck off me! Who are you? Help!'�
I staggered backwards from the first punch. I felt the blood dripping from my nose.
'Jelly, it's me. What the hell was that for?'�
'HELP! Let me go you creep!'�
'Christ, stop screaming for help! I'm here to help you! Jelly, listen!'�
Whap!
'I don't know who you are and that's not my name. That bitch is dead!'�
'What do you mean that's not'�so what the hell is your name?'�
'If you have to know, my name is Joanna. Now let go of my fucking arm!'�
Whap!
It was a knockout. With that last swing she connected directly with my chin. Not only did I let go of her arm like she wanted, but I also fell hard to the cement. Flat on my fucking face.

*

When I woke up, my mouth was wide open and my cheek was glued to the sidewalk from the dried spit. My last memory was Jelly (or Joanna?) cold cocking me.
We'd been running away from something and my ankle started to give out and then the bitch knocked me out. Or maybe it wasn't her. I struggled to balance myself on my one good foot. I checked my surroundings and my pockets. My keys and wallet were gone. Jelly's gun had vanished as well.
If things could get stranger I couldn't imagine how. My car was missing, along with everything in my pockets. I had a pounding headache from getting beat up by a girl who was impossibly strong and I was afraid to look but I was sure that a bone or a part of it was sticking out of my ankle. Worst of all, I'd lost Jelly. Again. Maddening was not a way I would describe my life. It was much worse than that.
I limped half a step when I decided to lie back down. I felt a sense of desperation creeping over me. There I was sprawled out on the sidewalk, eyes closed when the glare of the sun disappeared. Someone was standing over me. I opened my eyes and it wasn't someone but some people. There was a crowd forming around me.
A kid with a backwards baseball cap got really close to my face. He stuck his finger underneath my nose to see if I was still breathing.
'You ok man? I think your leg is broke. See my pinky? See how it's bent? Yeah, that's your leg.'�
I pushed the kids face out of mine. There was about seven people hovering but with the sun in my face I couldn't really make out any of their faces. So, I shouted to no one in particular:
'Can anyone give me a ride to the hospital?'�

*

When I got home, there were seven messages on my answering machine. Without listening to them, I deleted them all. I wobbled my way to the couch and lifted my cast bound ankle onto the cushion. My only thoughts were of Jelly and how she was as unpredictable as the wind changing its course. I slid my hand over my forehead and down the top of my head. I had to work the next day and I thought about quitting all together. Instead I called in sick for the next week.
I slept all of two hours that night. Partly because my ankle throbbed and partly because I wondered where the hell Jelly was. I gave up trying to sleep and called a cab. I headed straight to the only place I knew I wanted to be: Jelly's house.
Upon arrival her closed curtains worried me. I agonizingly made my way to her door and tapped lightly. No answer. So I tapped harder. My face was itching from the stubble that was steadily growing. Still no answer so I tried the doorknob. Both sides of it dropped to the floor and the door swung open cleanly.
The place was cleared out not counting the two boxes sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace. I turned back around to look at the numbers on the door. It was the correct apartment, but everything was gone.
'Jelly.'�
What was going on? What she just a dream? A nightmare?
I felt deflated and sunk. I leaned back against the wall and slid down to the floor. Sitting there moments from crying, out of the corner of my eye I re-discovered the two boxes by the fireplace. Sheer curiosity carried to me them. Someone left these boxes of garbage on purpose like maybe it was just too much trouble to take with them. One mans trash, another mans treasure.
Inside the first box there was a broken lamp and 3 empty Smith & Wesson shells. I cringed at the thought of whom the spent shells had ended up in. In the second box there was some leftover packing popcorn. Green and pink, not the usual white kind and the remains of someone cleaning out their purse. I suddenly had hope. What better source material than the fillings of a woman's purse could help paint a description of who she was. Better yet, through some sort of clairvoyance that I knew in my heart I would find something that would lead me to her. There were unused condoms, old compacts, a personal massager the size of a fist and a few business cards. I shuffled quickly through them and couldn't find anything but cards to pizza joints, a dry cleaner and a few house contractors. It wasn't until I came upon the last card that I found something worthwhile. It was a business card for a law firm: Carlson, Sanders and Pitteno. As in Joanna Pitteno, attorney at law.

*

Early the next morning I was up in better spirits than I had been in days. I sat in my bedroom, looking at the whole room all at once and found that I felt sort of lost. For a span of a few seconds my head felt cloudy like I'd just woken from a dream. When I opened my eyes, I didn't know where I was. Why I was here and how could I leave. Then a word popped into my head. Jelly. Suddenly I was fully awake and in a great hurry. Jelly's real world business card sat on my night table. I grabbed it and stuck into the right pocket of the jeans I was wearing. I hadn't taken off my jeans the night before because I wanted to be ready for the next day and not waste any time.
I decided to eat breakfast before I started my big day of Jelly hunting. When I went to the kitchen I found the refrigerator door still open. I still hadn't really thought too much of it when I'd seen it open before but now I was in a much clearer state of mind it hit me how weird that was for the door to just be open like that on it's own.
Back in my room, I dug through an old shoebox for my dad's gun. If there was someone fucking around in my apartment, I needed to be ready. I put it in its holster and strapped that around my chest. I wasn't doing any of that gang member tuck it in my front belt shit. I liked my dick where it was.
I felt a sudden breeze crawl across the nape of my neck. It gave me goose bumps and I shivered nervously. Floating in from no particular direction I heard a woman moaning. Then I heard two women. They had the same voice and moaned in unison. It went on for two minutes. Meanwhile, I spun in circles in the dining room searching helplessly to get a fix on where the moan was coming from.
Then it exploded without warning into a scream. A shriek. I couldn't tell if it was in pleasure or pain but it was deafening. I thought my eardrums would burst and bleed. When the noise finally subsided, I was on my knees hands clasped over my ears and tears rolling down my cheeks.
I stood up and wiped my eyes. I searched the house pointlessly. Satisfied there was no physical threat and I was merely insane, my thoughts turned back to my stomach. Not having had a proper meal in days I was starved. I continued back towards the refrigerator and found that it was now closed. And it would stay closed.
I gripped the handle tightly and tried to pull it open but it didn't give. I pulled harder and harder but managed only to move the fridge around the kitchen floor. The door was sealed shut. I didn't know by whom but I did know that it had something to do with the shrieks. They, whoever they were didn't want me to open that fridge door. So of course, just like before, I had to know what was behind door number one.
I had forgotten all about Jelly and the hunt for her. But somehow, I knew that my locked fucking fridge was just as important. I tugged the handle so hard that it tore off. Next came a crowbar. I tried and tried and failed each time. I yanked the gun from the holster and aimed at the space where the handle had been. But before I could pull the trigger, the fridge door opened on its own.
Instinctively I knew that I was the reason it opened. Someone had let go of their grip on it. I dropped to the floor to get my reward. The cold I'd felt before blew gently into my face and made me close my eyes momentarily. When I stared back in, staring right back at me was Jelly. She was smiling at me. It was just her head, but she was smiling at me.
The blood oozed slowly from the neck where the head had been severed. At first I felt like laughing. It was a joke. It had to be. Then I reached out and grazed my fingertips over her forehead and cheeks. It was real. I didn't hold back when the tears came. I didn't try either. Jelly was dead. And in a sense, so was I.

*

I had the same the type of whiskey sitting next to me as the one that Jelly served me the night I'd gone to see her. I also had a gun pointed at the same temple she had that night.
Three weeks passed since I'd found her head. In that time, I'd done absolutely nothing. I hadn't seen any of my friends or family or gone to work. A few people came to check up on me. I would stay deathly quiet until they went away.
That afternoon the smell of sweet perfume crept throughout my apartment and awoke me from a drunken sleep. I thought I was still asleep when I saw her. Jelly stood before me draped in a crisp white gown. Her cascading black hair fell over her right breast. I couldn't move my head or blink. I was too afraid, maybe she would disappear and send my world crashing down the way she had before. Even if she was a figment of my imagination, I didn't care. I was grateful. I was grateful for a second chance to see my beloved.
With all my strength I lifted myself up and moved towards her. The closer I got the more she floated away. Her eyes weren't fixed on me liked I had hoped. They darted around the room and scornfully stared at the full ashtrays and empty liquor bottles.
I grabbed her wrist and brought her towards me. Her gown fell to the ground and her naked body shined opaquely. My face cast a shadow over her mouth and I inched my lips closer and closer moving in slow motion. She started to moan when I got on my knees and kissed her stomach and thighs and everything in between. Amongst the moans, I heard her trying to say something. I never heard what it was.
Outside, the sky had turned black and thunder was crashing violently in the clouds and in my fucking head. It brought me reeling back onto the couch that was located in the real world with only a pillow wrapped up in my limp arms.
I beat the pillow until the feathers flew around my head. I kicked the couch and cracked three beer bottles in half.
I crawled to the kitchen, not knowing where my crutches were, and opened the fridge door to get my 500th look at Jelly's head. I'd done the same thing everyday since finding it. It was my masochistic way of coping I suppose. The cold was keeping her fresh because she still looked half alive. I pulled the head out for the first time ever and I kissed her on the lips. The head kissed me back.
I pulled my head away quickly. Jelly's head was winking at me and smiling.
'Jelly?'�
'Hey. You know I'm alive right?'�
'I'm imagining this. You're a head. That means you're dead.'�
'I have to tell you, you're cute but stupid.'�
'I don't understand!'� I was on the edge of madness. It's like when all you want to do is cry and have someone comfort you and tell you everything will be ok.
Her eyes opened wide and she screamed at me.
'Two words, one meaning: WAKE UP!'�
So I did.
I was flat on my back on a freezing cold floor. I tried to get up but I couldn't. My hands were tied at the wrists and my feet at the ankles. I was tethered on both sides to pipes sticking out of the walls. I tried to prop my head up and this was a task as well because it felt like it was at least 30 pounds heavier than when I'd last used it.
I seemed to be in someone's basement. There were more pipes all around me and in the corner stood an ancient furnace. Above my head behind me I could tell there was a small window because it was letting some moonlight in. The only other exit was the wooden door on the other side of the room. I wasn't going to be leaving that way because two beastly red headed women were guarding it.
One noticed my feeble attempts to loosen the ropes and smiled at me.
'Good morning, sunshine. Glad to see you were able to recover from that beating Marco gave you.'�
'Yeah,'� the other one interjected, 'took it like a man. I didn't think you were that tough.'�
They stood over me now and I saw they were both gorgeous women. Identically gorgeous twins. That made sense. When they stepped into the light I could see one was wearing a red dress and the other a black. They were built too; both had tree trunks for arms. I thought back to when I'd gotten clothes lined by one of them and I realized why it'd hurt so damn much.
'Where am I?'� I said groggily.
'Honestly, I can't tell you.'�
'It's not our place. But maybe Marco will after he gets some answers.'�
They spoke almost in unison as if continuing the others thoughts telepathically. It was freaking me out.
'Alright, is there anything you can tell me? What are your names?'�
'Molly.'� The one in red said.
'Mary.'� Said the one in black.
'Molly and Mary and Marco. How adorable.'�
My ill-advised attempt at sarcasm was not well received. They swooped down wordlessly upon my body. Molly grabbed my balls and Mary put me in a chokehold.
'Say something funny again.'� Mary whispered in my ear.
She was cutting my windpipe off so couldn't really say anything except:
'Acchhk!'�
I don't think Molly was interested in me saying something or not. She was content with squeezing my nuts tighter and tighter without provocation.
I was beginning to feel light headed when a booming voice entered the room.
'Stop fucking around girls! Let him go!'�
They did and having suspended my head in the air, when Mary let go it slammed against the concrete floor. It hurt like hell but I was more concerned about my balls that were safe for the moment.
Big burly Marco had entered the room. He seemed to be in charge so I immediately appealed to him.
'Listen, Marco, my friend, I don't know what I did to offend to you fine people but I'm very sorry and if you could just __'�
'Shut the fuck up.'� He interrupted. 'Whatever we do with you it's not my decision. It's up to Joanna.'�
'You mean, Jelly.'�
WHAP! In a fleshy flash I was swiftly silenced by the back of one the twins hands.
'Don't dare mention that name if you have any hopes of getting out of here alive.'�
'Why? I don't understand.'�
He looked at me sternly and in a low whisper he said:
'There are a lot of things a lot of people don't understand. Don't feel left out.'�
Behind him a door squeaked open.
'Here she comes. Remember what I told you.'�
Jelly walked in and stopped next to Marco. She looked like a movie star straight from her trailer. She had on a short black dress and a black blouse. She had a big hat covering the same black wig from the day of the church and matching oversized sunglasses. The only contrast in the outfit was the brilliant string of pearls hanging around her neck. She removed the sunglasses and tucked them into a petite handbag. She loosely held it in front of her and crossed her arms.
'So, what do we have here?'�
'Well, Ms. Joanna, this is the guy that's been stalking you and your'�uh, sister.'�
'Yes, I vaguely remember him. What's he know?'�
'Not much apparently. Poor guy has been at the wrong place at the wrong time for weeks now it seems.'�
'Ok. Could you and the ladies excuse us for a moment? I'd like to have a minute with him in private.'�
'Are you sure that's safe?'�
'Marco, please. He's bound pretty tight isn't he? Besides, I can take care of myself.'�
Jelly kissed him on the cheek and waited for the trio to leave the room before she turned to me and tore her wig off with delight.
'Wow, I didn't think I could get away with that! Ok, now let's get the fuck out of here!'�
'I'm sorry,'� I said more confused than before, 'who the hell am I talking to?'�
'It's Jelly! Who else would it be?'�
'What was that Ms. Joanna stuff?'�
'I'll explain when we get to the car. Let's go.'�
Jelly pulled a mini blowtorch from her purse and quickly cut the ropes off. She replaced the torch with an electric zap gun. She grabbed my wrist and yanked me towards the wooden door. I ignored the fire in my testicles and trotted behind her. She motioned for me to be quiet with her finger then she eased the door open.
On both sides of the entrance stood the twins. Jelly wasted no time and zapped the one on the left while I grabbed the other one and cupped her mouth so Marco couldn't hear her wherever he was. I lost my grip on twin #2 when she uppercut me in the gut. Jelly came to my rescue however and zapped her in the face.
With both twins down we hurried down a long hall that was a pure white. Overhead, fluorescent lights buzzed. We whizzed past locked rooms with small windows on doors. It was dead silent all around us not counting the loud rapping of our feet racing towards freedom.
Jelly stopped so sudden that I ran into her. She held me back with one arm and shushed me. We were at a fork in the hallway. On the right was a door that led outside into the night; on the left there were a row of offices and a noise. Heavy footsteps. They were picking up their pace. Without a second thought Jelly took off towards the door and I followed best I could on my weak ankle that was beginning to ache. Behind us I could hear a man shouting.
'Ms. JOANNA! Come back! Don't make me do anything I don't want to!'�
'What's he talking about?'� I shouted.
'Ignore him and run!'�
Outside there was a black mustang with the lights on and the engine running. Jelly jumped into the driver seat and I sat shotgun. I'd barely closed my door when she gunned it. In my side mirror I saw a figure. I figured it was Marco but I couldn't tell what he was doing. The flashes of light and loud pops in the air solved the mystery.
Shots ripped through the rear window and shattered the side mirror I'd just been peeking through. I was caught in such a surprise that at first I didn't even feel the bullet enter my shoulder. It wasn't until I felt the warm blood trickling down my arm that I sensed anything was wrong.
Jelly had been ducking and when the shooting ceased she looked up at me and smiled then frowned in that same instant.
'Shit! You've been shot!'�
'Yeah, doesn't hurt as bad I always imagined it would. It does sting pretty bad though.'�
'It's not too bad. I can patch it up when we get home.'�
'Home?'�
'Yes, my home. Our home.'�

*

Home was the penthouse of the tallest building in the city. It was on the very top floor where the wind always between 20 and 35 mph. The elevator had it's own operator who winked at Jelly and she winked back. I barely noticed when she slipped a fifty-dollar bill into his coat pocket.
When we reached our floor, some sort of concierge led us to our apartment. He seemed to know Jelly as well and he received a very generous tip as well.
I also found it odd that neither one asked about the gun shout wound in my shoulder.
When I walked into the penthouse a sweet wave floral scent greeted my nose. The house was enormous. I could immediately count at least 4 bedrooms and two separate water fountains on either side of the living room/foyer.
'Come on. Let me clean you up.'�
I followed her into one of bathrooms that was just beyond a wall of windows that held a majestic view of the city below. I sat on the edge of a stone bathtub that had potted plants growing from the corners. She pulled out a med kit from beneath a cabinet with a black marble top.
'Prepared aren't you?'�
'Well, considering that I am me, I have to be. I never know what sort of emergencies I'll run into.'�
'Interesting. Tell me. What exactly is it like to be you?'�
'Both hell and paradise. By the way, this is going to hurt. A lot.'�
Jelly plunged stainless steel pliers into my exposed wound and dug deep until she found the bullet and tore it out. I grinded my teeth and closed my eyes. I was sweating and shivering. With the extraction complete she covered the hole with a wet rag and started cleaning it. With the worst part over I continued my interrogation.
'Jelly, I love you and I feel like I would do anything you asked me to do. You know that right?'�
'Yes, that's why I decided to save you and make you part of my plans.'�
'Well, what I'm trying to say is that I barely know you but I can't live without you. Could you do me a favor? In exchange for my undying loyalty, could you fill in the blanks for me and clear up what the fuck is going on? I mean, just yesterday you were a decapitated head preserved in my fridge and today I'm having a conversation with you that's not one sided.'�
'What do you want to know?'�
'Ok, lets start from the beginning. Who are you?'�
'I'm me. You can call me Jelly.'�
'Who's Joanna Pitteno?'�
'That's my sister.'�
'So, why was Marco calling you that?'�
'Because I'm also Joanna.'�
'English, please, not crazy speak.'�
'I have multiple personalities. Two specifically. Jelly, that's me of course, and Joanna, her. Marco and the twins work for her. When I came to see you today, they thought I was Joanna. That's I was able to get you out. Joanna is a real bitch. A real rich bitch I should say. I say we're sisters because for me it doesn't feel like we're in the same body. Even when she's in control, I can see her and hear her. I'm completely aware of everything around me I just can't communicate to the outside world. But that's all in the past now. I've discovered a way to wrestle control form her for good. She's never coming back.'�
'How can you be sure? How did you manage to take over?'�
'There's a new drug on the street. It's called Nirvana. It's supposed to let you connect to the inner you or some bullshit. I don't know. Point is as long as I keep taking it she can't come back. Up to now, I've only been taking it in small doses at a time so she wouldn't notice. Especially when I'm doing something kinky. She hates to surface when I'm fucking. She's asexual and morally disgusted by the things I do so she stays away during those times. In addition to fucking my brains out I've been methodically stealing money from her account into my own. That's why we can hide out in style now.'�
'Hide out? Why are we hiding out? And what do the Three Stooges do for her exactly?'�
'Molly and Mary are mainly enforcers. Joanna has a flourishing a business, through her law firm contacts, with organized crime. She was becoming pretty powerful herself and she hired the twins to make people listen if they were being stubborn on their position. Marco is her bodyguard and best friend. She trusts him with all her secrets including the one about her and I. The reason we're hiding out is because now that they're aware that I've taken over they have only one job left to do.'�
'Which is?'�
'To kill me and make sure I don't talk to the wrong people about the things I know. It's the twins and Marcos best interest if I don't make it past my next birthday.'�
'So, are we safe here? Nobody knows about this place right?'�
'We'll be fine for now. But in a couple of months we'll have to move because by then they'll have checked all over the city. Believe me, they won't stop until we're dead.'�
Jelly was already dressing the wound with bandages as she told her tale and revealed to me that we would be fugitives from a couple of thugs for the rest of our lives. I decided I knew enough and was all out of questions for the night. Except for one.
'Do you love me Jelly?'�
'I don't know yet. But you're growing on me I can tell you that much. Let's not worry about that stuff just yet. I say we get shit faced and fuck all night. Are you in?'�
'My cock is all yours.'�
'Who said we'd be using your cock?'� Jelly smiled deviously. She pulled in close and kissed me passionately.
A pound of blow and 8 long islands later, I was on my knees covered in oils getting rammed in the ass by a naked, crazed and gorgeous blonde wearing a Richard Nixon mask and an eight inch purple strap on. I loved every minute of it.

*

We stayed at the penthouse for 6 months where our relationship really blossomed. I became more and more dedicated to her (obsessed) and she found new and more humiliating methods of having her way with me. I don't know how many different nurse and schoolgirl outfits I tried out. My ass was always bruised and I couldn't bear to sit half the time from the beatings I received weekly. She'd let me heal and then it was back on the rack she'd imported from Europe. Sometimes we would hire hookers to watch us. Most of the time we'd end up fucking the hookers too and then kick them out the door before the cum had even dried on their faces. This was love in my world.
The day Jelly said t was time to leave the penthouse and find a new hideout, she told me it was because Joanna's thugs were getting close. I think that was only half true. The elevator boy and the concierge weren't very friendly anymore. I think the hotel owners wanted us gone. I don't blame them. They probably got fed up after the night when we had all those prostitutes and farm animals in the hallway. What a mess that was to clean up. Not for us of course, for the hotel people. Either way, we left.
Jelly's new idea was to stay mobile from then on. So we bought an RV. It was almost as luxurious as the penthouse and seemed almost as big on the inside. One day while we were driving towards the west coast I told her about my weeks spent staring at her head in my fridge. She responded with:
'I'm afraid to tell you that they had you heavily drugged for a while under Joanna's orders. Anywhere you went, restaurants, work, home, they'd probably been there before and slipped any number of things into your food and drinks. Most of your memories never really happened.'�

*

We settled on a lake covered in dense forest for the night. IT was one of our rare 'recharge'� days where we didn't drink, smoke, snort, inject or fuck.
I was slipping into my dreams when I heard a knock on the door. Jelly was dead asleep, not letting the noise arouse her from her slumber. I cautiously approached the door paranoid as ever.
'Who is it?'�
'My name Adrian sir. I'm a park ranger. I'm sorry to bother you but I have to speak to you urgently.'�
'What's the problem?"
'Sir, if you could just open the door I'll show you. There's something wrong with your camper.'�
Against my better judgment I did what he said. There stood a young man dressed in a ranger outfit. He couldn't have been more than 17. I felt something was very wrong. It was cold outside but he was sweating.
'Sir, if you could step down I-'�
BLAM! A gunshot cracked through the night and next to my ear. The young ranger's head exploded and his body fell weightlessly to the pine needle covered ground. From behind the side of the camper one of the twins jumped out and pointed the gun at me. I dropped down on my back kicking the door shut. She shot a hole through the wood that just missed me because I was trying to lock the door at the same time.
Jelly was yelling from the bedroom.
'What the fuck's happening!'�
'We're under attack honey! Please tell me we still have some protection!'�
'I'm looking, give me a second!'�
The redhead was making Swiss cheese out of our door screaming like damn madwoman. I was crouched behind the driver seat ready to pounce on her if she made it in.
'I don't really have a second here Jelly. Any luck?'�
'No! What happened to that small lady's gun we had last week?'�
'It wasn't ours! Besides, you left it in that Korean girls vagina!'�
We had to scream to be heard because the twin seemed to be reloading at a phenomenal rate. She was relentless with the gunfire.
'Fuck! Who is it?'�
'It's either Molly or Mary!'�
Jelly dashed to the front of the RV and kneeled next to me. She was butt naked. Even in the face of certain death I could feel my dick getting hard. Amazing.
'I couldn't find a fucking thing. What are we going to do?'�
I looked into her eyes. I knew then that I didn't care what happened to me. I could not let any harm come to her. Out of the corner of my vision, I saw something big and heavy. It was the closest thing to a weapon I'd find in such a short time.
Suddenly, there was no more noise. No more maniacal barking and no more bullets coming through our near nonexistent door. There was only the light sound of an empty gun chamber clicking.
'Shit!'� The redhead muttered from outside.
I took my opportunity and lunged from the top step of the entrance. I shattered what was left of the door. My attack caught her unaware. She didn't have time to fight back because I immediately started whaling on her with my blunt object. I was possessed. I'd never felt such rage and strength. I beat her with everything I had. I didn't stop when she went limp and I didn't stop when clumps of blood and hair splattered onto my face and bare chest. I only stopped when Jelly shouted:
'She's dead! That's enough.'�
I stood there breathing shallowly my chest heaving up and down rapidly. Jelly wrapped her arm around my waist and lightly put her head on my shoulder.
'It's over baby. You killed her. We're safe.'�
I turned to her and held her hands.
'No, you're wrong. We're not safe. I can't do this anymore. Running from town to town is a fucked up way to live. This one is gone but there's still two more. We have to go back. We have to get rid of the other two and then we'll be free.'�
'You're right. Let's go.'�
Jelly went back into the RV first. I turned to the dead redhead and dropped the bloody dildo I beat her with in her lap. I got back on the camper and drove straight for 12 hours more focused and determined than I'd ever been in my life.

*

We made one pit stop in the middle of our cross-country trek. It was in Las Vegas. We got married. It was Jelly's idea. Since we were in somewhat of a rush, we opted for the drive thru wedding instead of the Elvis as clergy spectacle. During the ceremonies, we realized that we didn't have wedding rings to exchange, so instead, I pierced her nipple and gave her a nipple ring and she pulled my pants down and applied a cock ring with her mouth. Once we both said our 'I Do's'� we got back on the road in a hurry.
With that out of the way, we discussed our immediate future. Jelly recognized our assailant to be Mary. I don't know how she knew and I didn't ask. I did know that it left Molly and Marco. From what Jelly told me, it seemed they wouldn't be as easy (if you can call it that) as Mary was to kill.
When we reached the city two days later, I had to rest. We parked the RV in an empty parking lot. When I fell asleep Jelly was laying next to me. Seven hours later when I woke up, she was gone. All of a sudden I was transported back in time to the year prior when I thought I had Jelly only to have her vanish. The first thing I wanted to do was get drunk. I willed myself not to succumb. I needed to stay sober and clear headed. There was work to do and we had to plan and'�WHERE WAS SHE!
I couldn't concentrate without her next to me. All my trains of thought derailed. I was sitting on the couch eyeballing a bottle of Jack when our new reinforced metal door swung open.
Jelly.
She had two large brown paper bags. I rushed to her and grabbed her violently.
'Where the fuck have you been? I've been going out of mind with worry!'�
'First of all, get your fucking hands off of me.'�
I did. She made me feel small and ashamed.
'Secondly, I was out shopping for us. Necessities'�
Jelly emptied both bags out onto the dining table. A hoard of various semiautomatic pistols and knives spilt out.
'I used to know a guy in this area that could help. He's dead now, but his son inherited the family business.'�
'You did good baby. I'm sorry I yelled before.'�
'Make sure it doesn't happen again.'�
With that, she grabbed me by the throat and threw me onto the couch. We fucked like wild monkeys all night.


*

The next day, we went over the plan. First to go down was Molly. It was a Thursday and tonight, just like every other Thursday night Jelly assured me, Molly would be at a lesbian Goth club. It was Cunt and Runt night. That meant that all the women would have lesbian midgets on leashes as their companions. If one dyke was interested in banging another dyke, the first dyke would offer their midget in exchange for a bit of muff diving. The particular dyke I'd be searching for tonight would be dressed in high heel, a red vinyl dress and a Jason Halloween mask.
I was going to cross dress for the event. Again.
On such short notice I had a hard time locating a midget hooker at first but I got lucky at a strip club that employed such a creature. She was a fucking ogre but beggars can't be choosers.
I arrived at the club looking even better than the last time I'd tried to crash party dressed as a chick. Legs shaved and cock taped down I strolled in wearing a sexy black leather bustier and matching shorts and heels. The midget wore the same. She was a mini me even though I must say I was the prettier of us two.
Hidden in each cup in my bra I had twin revolvers.
We walked around for an hour so fighting off advances from butch dykes and lipstick lesbians. I was trying to fit in. But to not get off track I had to reject girls and break a few hearts.
I finally found my target near midnight. I don't know how I'd missed her before. She towered over everyone else. Her log arms had gotten bigger since our last encounter. The Jason mask made her look all the more intimidating. She had a small group of girls around her all trying to vie for her services. I boldly broke through the circle and strode straight to her. I whispered into her:
'Pick me. I killed Mary.'�
Molly craned her head back and I could tell her eyes were wide open glaring with hate, even with her mask on.
'Let's go buttercup.'�
The other suitors groaned in disappointment. My midget took the hand of her midget and they led us to a room in the rear of the club. My ogre had done this before. We reached two sliding glass doors that had their panes covered in black paper. This afforded privacy for temporary lovers. Molly went in first. I closed the door behind me when I entered. Molly had her back to me. She started to speak but stopped. It sounded like tears were choking her.
'Repeat what you said about my sister.'�
'I killed her. It was out west 3 days ago.'�
'Then you must be'�'�
'Here for you. We're not running anymore. Jelly and I want to lead normal lives.'�
Molly whipped around laughing. She was holding a knife Crocodile Dundee would've been proud of.
'A normal life? How fucking naïve are you? Do you really think Jelly loves you? Don't you see you're being used?'�
'You don't know what you're talking about. Jelly wouldn't do that.'�
'Yeah, she wouldn't, but Joanna would.'�
'This was my idea, just so you know.'�
'That's what you think.'�
'Fuck you.'�
I pulled out both guns. Molly leapt at me with the blade. I shot her six times but she still managed to plunge the knife into my left thigh. My leg went dead and I toppled over on my right side. Molly lay face down lifeless. Blood oozed from her open mouth. It mingled amongst deserted panties, beer bottles and broken shoes.
I clawed my way up the wall until I was standing upright on my one good leg. There was a knock on the glass door. I slid it open and saw no one. I felt a tap on my waist. I looked down. It was my ogre midget.
'What happened?'�
'She wasn't my type.'� I said in my deepest manliest voice. She stood paralyzed staring at the body on the floor. I needed to get away so I punched her out of my way. From there I hobbled out the club. Jelly was waiting in the parking lot with the engine of the RV running.
Jelly held the door open while I dragged myself up the stairs.
Once I was inside, I lay down spread eagle, exhausted.
'Are you ok?'�
'Yes.'� I answered, hiding the pain in my voice.
'Is she dead?'�
'Yes.'�
'Did she say anything before you killed her?'�
'No.'�
'What now?'�
'Marco. Tomorrow. I want this over and done with.'�

*

We had breakfast the next morning at an IHOP. I had the Rooty Tooty Fresh and Fruity with an orange juice laced with ecstasy. Jelly had a coffee and French toast sprinkled with angel dust. We were ready to begin our day.
The last stop on our field trip was Marco's house. We were taking the fight right to him. Jelly said she wanted to go in with me this time. She wanted to personally put a bullet in his head.
Marco lived just outside the city. Jelly navigated while I drove. When I reached our destination I was stunned to say the least. We were in the heart of suburbia.
'Are you sure we're in the right place?'�
'Yep. We must be. This is where Joanna's address book said he lives. We're looking for 3860 Deer Creek Lane.'�
'There it is.'�
On our right sat a quaint looking house painted all white with light blue trim. It had a white picket fence and neatly gardened shrubs. There was a burgundy minivan parked on the driveway.
'This is fucking surreal.'�
'Let's not waste time. C'mon.'�
I parked the RV on the side of the road. It took up half the street. I could see people in other houses peeking out their windows about the strangers treading across their neighbors manicured lawn.
When we reached the door, someone was already opening it. It was a little boy of about five. He looked very familiar.
'Hi mommy!'�
I looked at Jelly begging for an answer with my face. She kept focused on the child. Kneeling down she brushed his hair and softly said:
'Hi sweetie. Is daddy home?'�
'Yeah, I think he's in the bathroom making poop.'�
'Thank you honey. Listen, can you do mommy a favor? Run upstairs and play with your toys, daddy and I have to have a grown up conversation. Mommy will be up there later to play with you. Ok?'�
'Ok, mommy.'�
Jelly kissed his forehead then sent him on his way.
I was still staring at her when she finally addressed me.
'Joanna's kid. Damn shame what I'm going to have to do his father.'�
'Wait, Jelly, if this guy has a kid maybe we can talk this out.'�
'No fucking way. You said it yourself; we'll never be free until they're all dead. Don't pussy out on me. Get inside.'�
Jelly shoved me in the back and I reluctantly stepped forward. I heard a toilet flush and our target came into view.
'Wow, you guys got here fast. Ya'll aint fuckin' around I guess.'�
'I guess not.'� Jelly said coldly.
She raised her pistol and cocked back the hammer.
I grabbed her wrist. My mind was racing with doubts. All around me on the walls were family photos of Marco, Joanna and their son. They looked happy. They looked like a family.
'What are you doing?'�
'I can't let you do this. This is wrong.'�
Jelly turned and pointed the gun in my face.
'If you're not with me you're against me. Guess what happens next.'�
For a big guy Marco was quite nimble. Neither Jelly nor I sensed him charging. He trucked Jelly and sent her flying into a glass coffee table. The gun was free on the ground. Marco picked up before I could. Again I was staring down the barrel of the gun.
'You're here to kill me right?'�
'Yes.'�
'I guess you know most of the story.'�
'I guess.'�
'But I know you don't know it all.'�
'Tell me.'�
'Joanna not just my employer. She's my wife too. We have a son together. I love her and she loves me. We never told the twins because it's easier to keep a secret between two people. I've been protecting Joanna from herself for a long time. This is the strongest Jelly has ever gotten. She's been trying to take over for years. Joanna Pitteno is the original. Jelly is the intruder. She doesn't even have a last name. She could never stand the idea of being only half a person. She wanted Joanna's life, or at least a perverted version of it. Joanna once told me that if Jelly ever took complete control that I should kill her without hesitation or the sake of our son. That's what I'm gonna do.'�
'That's what you think fat fuck.'�
Jelly was back on her feet with another gun I didn't even know she had snuck in. Marco still had his weapon aimed at me when she opened fire. Once more I was bathed in someone else's blood. She was firing recklessly hitting anything she could. One bullet ripped off a chunk of my ear and another grazed my ribcage narrowly missing.
Marco's huge body started to fall in my direction. I caught my foot on the carpet and I couldn't scramble out of the way on time. I was soon pinned underneath the fat man. His blood soaked my clothes. I tried to push him off in vain. He was too heavy. Jelly walked over to me and shot my foot.
'AAAHHHH!!!!'�
'I'm going to torture you now sweetheart. You should've known better than to disobey me.'�
In order of events she proceeded to shoot me in my right hand, my left knee and then since she couldn't move Marco either, she shot me in the stomach by firing into the fat mans back.
A few times I was on the verge of passing out but every time Jelly would smack my face. The last time I could feel her slapping the shit out of me but my brain didn't respond. It wanted to sleep.

*

I'm awake now. Here we are, her and I. Me, the love struck fool and Jelly, the postmodern Sybil of the new more violent century. I can see that she's managed to drag Marco away. She sees that I'm conscious.
'Welcome back. Thought you crapped out on me. But, no, you're much harder to kill than you seem.'�
'I'll take that as a compliment.'� I say as I cough up some blood.
Jelly sits on my chest and kisses my bloody lips. I close my eyes and next thing I know the gun is jammed in my mouth.
'You've been good to me but you're time has run out.'�
I don't fight it and I don't want to. I'm so tired. My eyes are still closed waiting for the barrel to explode inside of me. But it doesn't. Instead, it comes from somewhere else. The gun isn't in my mouth anymore. Jelly isn't sitting on my chest either. I open my eyes. Jelly is on the floor. Dead. There's a bullet hole in her head.
With some effort I lift my head in the direction that the sound of a gun came from. Standing at the bottom of the stairs that lead to his bedroom is Joanna and Marcos son.
'That wasn't my mommy. That was the bad lady that lives inside of her. Are you ok mister?'�
'I'm much better now. Thank you.'�
'I called 911 like my mommy taught me. Did I do good?'�
'Yes. You did. Did your mommy teach you what to do if the bad lady came here?'�
'Uh huh. She said that even if I couldn't see her anymore, she'd always be with me and that I'd have daddy. But daddy's not breathing. Is he in heaven with mommy?'�
'Yes, he is.'�
'Will you be my daddy?'�
'I'd love to. What's your name?'�
'Jeremy.'�
'Do you have any brothers or sisters, Jeremy?'�
'Yes, one brother. But only I can see him. His name is Jam and he's invisible. He's here right now.'�
I couldn't help but smile.
'Of course he is. Of course he is.'�
Nearby, I could hear the sirens approaching coming to rescue my two sons and me.

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