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Author: Dax Willow Rosenberg turned restlessly on her bunk. For nothing in the world would she ever be able to get any sleep in a place like this. There was the constant tip, tip, tip of the water tap, accompanied by heavy footsteps from the catwalk above her. 'What am I doing here?' she thought. 'I did nothing to deserve ending up in a place like this.' Willow pulled the skimpy blanket up to her chin. Even though it wasn't cold here, she felt chilly. Suddenly she heard words uttered from all around her, uttered by woman she could not see. Different woman who all uttered only but one single word. Six Squish Uh, uh Cicero Lipshitz Over and over again these woman whispered their words and faded. Now replaced by a disembodied male voice saying, no more like announcing: in their rendition of: the cell block tango. The female voices returned. More forcefully they repeated their words, accompanied by music. Six Squish Uh, uh Cicero Lipshitz By now Willow was on her feet and stood in front of the iron bars of her cell. They started to slide aside, while Willow wondered how in all places she had come to end up in Cook County America. After all she wasn't even American - she was English! Willow stepped out of her cell and into a seemingly endless room, no more like a stage. In the middle of it stood a single chair in front of a little table. She sat down on the chair and waited for the things to come. In front of Willow appeared a line of iron bars and behind it a group of six woman, each standing behind her personal pace of bars. They where all rather sexy-looking, clad in black stockings, panties, bras and dessous. Music drifted through the air, though Willow could nether see speakers, nor an actual orchestra. More and more Willow felt like she was sitting in the middle of a stage show or musical, as these six woman, what had the voice called them? The six merry murderesses started to sing, Squish Uh, uh Cicero Lipshitz Pop He had it coming Pop One of the woman stepped around her bars and moved into the centre of the stage where a guy had risen up from beneath then stage. She engaged the guy in a tango, while she told, or so it seemed, her story to Willow Like Bernie Bernie he liked to chew gum, no not chew - pop! For a moment the scene changed and Willow found herself inside a cell block, looking down at the same woman walking down the hallway talking to her fellow inmates. And I'm looking for bit of sympathy And there's Bernie laying on the couch, drinking a beer, and chewing No not chewing... The scene changed back to that strange stage world again. So I said to him I said: 'You pop that gum one more time...!' And he did So I took the shotgun of the wall She sent the guy down to the ground and extracted a small red piece of cloth from his shirts collar. 'Probabrly symbolic for her killing him,' Willow thought, as all the women started to break into song together. He had it coming He only had himself to blame If you'da been there If you'da heard it I betcha you would've done the same She danced away with the guy she just "killed" and the second woman slowly walked to the centre of the stage. She too was soon accompanied by a guy. And told me he was single And we hit it off right away Again the scene changed to the one of a real prison, and something the way this prison looked struck Willow as being clearly odd, if not completely wrong. He'd go to work, he'd come home I'll fix him a drink, we'd have dinner And then I found out In the strange stage world the guy was lying flat on his back by now, with the "Six - Girl" hovering over him. You know Some guys just can't hold their arsenic With her teeth she pullet a red peace of cloth out of the guy's mouth. And Willow thought to herself: 'Poisoned - no kidding?' He had it coming He took a flower in its prime And then he used it And he abused it It was a murder But not a crime The next woman took centre stage while the others and their respective partners-slash-victims, kept tangoing in the background. She was an African American, with - as her Grany would have called it: "Pepper in her bump". Again Willow found herself unable to keep herself from staring at the dark brown beauty, though she did remind herself once again that: "You have a girlfriend!" Carving up the chicken for dinner Minding my own business In storms my husband Wilbur in a jelous rage You've been screwing the milkman! He says He was crazy and he kept on screaming You've been screwing the milkman! Willow found herself standing right next to the black woman, in a row of sinks, brushing her teeth. Listening what the other woman had to say. He ran into my knife ten times If you'da been there The next girl's performance - if you would like to call it this way - was quite different from the others. For once, she wasn't clad in hot black underwear, but wore what looked like a plain black dress. She was foreign, talking a language Willow couldn't understand, she guessed though that it might be Hungarian. She danced a lovely ballet with her man. After which Willow found herself asking somebody: "Yea, but did she do it?" To which the Hungarian woman answered: She pulled a white cloth from the guy's neck. Maybe she really was innocent. And my husband Charley travelled around with us Now in the last number in our act we did twenty acrobatic tricks in a row One, two, three, four, five, splits Spread eagles, back flips, flip flops, One right after the other ... said a woman, who looked suspiciously like Catherine Zeta-Jones to Willow. The next moment she knew, Willow was walking past the cell with her giving an interview. And we where down at the Hotel Cicero The three of us boozing, having a few laughs And we ran out of ice, so I go out to get some. One of the reporters shot a picture and as the flash went of, Willow realized what had been so odd to her about that prison scenario she was poping in and out of; it was definitely set in the nineteen-thirties, and that when Willow knew for a fact that she was really living in the year two thousand and eight. And there are Veronica and Charlie doing number seventeen The spread eagle! Well I was in such a state of shook I completely blacked out, I can't remember a thing It was only when I washed the blood off my hands I even knew they where dead They had it coming The last of the "Six Merry Murderesses" took centre and seeing that she too was clad in a hot black nothing, Willow looked down at herself to see that she was still wearing the dirty grey prison dress. 'I'm not a murderess," Willow thought, "'I never killed no one.' He was a real artistic guy, sensitive - a painter They were sitting all together on a long table in a big hall, and on the blow of a whistle they all turned around their metal cups at the same time. Every night he went out looking for himself And on the way he found Ruth, Gladys, Rosemarie and Irving 'A bloke?' Willow thought, sitting on the stage again. 'Well that got to be hard." For a straight woman to find out that your boyfriend is not only cheating you with other woman, but also with a man. That we broke up because of artistic differences He saw himself as alive And I saw him dead! For some reason, Willow expected that following the last woman's tale, there would be the grant finale of this musical-like number. But far from it. All six woman and their various partners withdrew from her into the darkness of the empty stage and Willow found herself standing right in the middle of a spot light pointed right at her. She also noticed that she was no longer wearing the grey prisoners garb, but stockings, incredible high high-heals, and some hardly large enough black bra and panties. Before Willow knew it, she too was starting to tell her tale. As with Tara Maclay She was my soul mate, the better halve of myself She only looked at me and I was wonderful A figure emerged from the darkness, a girl with long dark blond hair and clad in a plain white dress. Slowly this girl started to dance around Willow, never quiet facing her, so Willow could not tell if it really was Tara. Nevertheless Willow joined into the dance, mirroring the other dancers movements. Dancing opposite her in a wide circle. I knew her since college When I was with her it didn't matter that I wasn't among the most popular girl on campus Or that I was in love with another girl We simply where in love They both stopped dancing, the white girl standing with her back to Willow and from the left a dark looking guy moved slowly into the circle yet remained in shadows. Tara and I helped our best friend To spoil the planes of some evil lunatic He however decided he had to get even with us So one fateful evening The dark figure raised his hands holding them together, making them look like a gun. Willow wanted to yell at the white girl to run, but it wasn't words of warning that came form her lips. Then he run away But while running away he fired some shoots into the air Sending a stray bullet right to my girlfriends heart All of the sudden, the white dressed girl stood right in front of Willow facing her and Willow looked see that really was Tara. Her eyes where opened wide in surprise and her mouth formed two words, but no sounds came from the red soft lips. Instead a bright red spot formed over her heart, growing bigger and bigger until all of Tara's dress was red as blood. Then she slowly droped out of side, leaving only Willow and that dark figure. And with the love of my life taken from me There was nothing to restrain me So I indulged into the darkest of dark magic's Thus empowered I went on hunting down the man Then man that had taken my Tara form me With slow elegant steps, Willow walked towards the murderer of her girlfriend. He tried to run from her, but from Willow's wrist shot red ropes binding him to the spot. Closer and closer Willow came to him staying connected with him with the red ropes. He stood rooted to the spot, even as Willow let go of the ropes from her hands. First I let him feel the pain The pain of being shot By very slowly pushing a bullet into his body She lifted her hand and in a pushing movement send the imaginary bullet into his body. He wriggled in agony. Willow made a fast movement with her hand and soon had a large table cloth sized peace of red cloth in her hand, sending the guy to the ground. Now all of the other woman, plus many more got onto what now clearly looked like a theatre stage. Together with all these women, Willow burst into song That dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum He had it coming Ever more powerful, ever more steamer the performance became with every time they repeated the chorus They had it coming They had it coming all along I didn't do it But if I done it How could you tell me that I was wrong He had it coming They had it coming They had it coming "I didn't do it! I didn't do it!" Willow repeated over and over again. "Willow, Willow! Wake up Dear yeh've been having a bad dream!" Tara said, gently stroking Willow's hair. "You're save with me." As usually when woken in the middle of the night, Tara's Scottish accent was particularly thick. During the day she usually managed to "tone it down" in order to make it easer for her colleagues at the law firm she was working at as a family lawyer to understand her. Willow, of course, loved her girlfriend's accent. It was after all the very first thing that had attracted her to the shy blond Tara MacClay. "I was in a prison, death row... " Willow babbled away. "For killing a guy... who'd shot you!" She looked at Tara, like she needed to make sure she was really alive. "I was a witch," Willow went on, "I went after him and flayed him alive." "You a witch?" Tara asked surprised and Willow nodded sitting up right next to her girlfriend. "But yeh never were a witch, yeh're a manager of a computer store. Yeh never even behaved like a witch." "I know, but in this dream I was. You were too." She looked into Tara's deep blue eyes. "I know you're not a witch ether," the redhead said. "But in this dream... it was so real." "Except for the singing." "Pardon me?" "Yeh've been singing in yeh sleep Willow," Tara said with a loving smile, though clearly trying hart to suppress a giggle. "I have?" Willow asked in mock horror. "I'm afraid so. So witch London West End musical was it this time?" "Chicago," Willow said and gave a pout. "Oh, I like this one!" Tara said with a laugh. "All these sexy woman in their black underwear!" She gave a wolf-whistle. "Very funny," Willow uttered under her breath. "Remind me again, why did I fall for you?" "'Cause yeh thought that the only thing tha' would annoy yeh mother more then a lesbian daughter, would be yeh marring a Scottish gal!" Tara offered helpfully. "Right," Willow said and kissed her Scottish girl passionately. They both settled comfortably under the blanket again, only their bare shoulders looking out. Snuggling tingly, since the bed room was rather chilly in this cold London winter night. "Yeh know Willow," Tara said, kissing the tip of Willow's nose. "I did worn yeh not ter eat tha' heavy burger after we left Dominion Theatre." "Oh did you?" The redhead said pulling up an eyebrow. "But that did not stop you from eating one yourself!" "Yes. But then I'm not as susceptible ter musical nightmares as yeh are," Willow laughed out lout. "Oh shut up and keep on snuggling me, oh my lovely Scottish family lawyer!" "Yeh forgot gay type lesbian lover," Tara pointed out, bur soon found her mouth covered by her girlfriends wanting lips. Single my ass! He ran into my knife ten times Uncle Sam Number seventeen. The spread eagle! Artistic difference Flayed him alive Pop |
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