Chapter 2
The heart sometimes evolves into patterns of gray, but always present along its edges are the colors that ebb and sway, creating the natural balance between stone cold, and warmth eluded. It’s of particular interest that within the structure lay the abrasion of love’s desolation, the mind and heart at odds with the souls search for the inevitable.
The tuba case sat in cold conformation on the floor of the travel trailer, surrounding Lilly’s small body like a red velvet cocoon. Caressing her in its sheltering arms, and to bare witness to her eventual decay. Her lips pursed and her large milky eyes half enveloped by darkish purple flesh, almost as if she felt at peace with her dark journey into the night. Slack smoothed out her black silk dress and tucked the access material into the edges of the case. His large hands were slow and gentle as they persuaded the material into perfect creases. She lay in repose in the curvature of the case, her delicate hands tucked under her pale face as if she would wake at any minute……….And love him. Slack closed the heavy lid and sat back on the couch and began looking into the black window of the microwave that was perched on the cluttered countertop across the isle. His face was drawn and gray, but a small smile began to part his lips as wet eyes wandered upwards towards the decoupage kitchen cupboard door of Lilly’s old side show poster. His glassy eyes brightened as he read the main heading……..”Lilly, the Famous Dog Faced Girl.”
Lilly’s small hands took hold of slack’s cock and messaged it gently as it grew thick and long, and to her amazement it lengthened to an extraordinary size. Her warm moist lips could not even manage to suck the bulbous purple head, and she became frustrated in her attempts to make love to him. She slapped his cock violently and then sat back and began to cry, Slack watched her, then suddenly became aware of their dilemma.
“What am I supposed to do with that tree truck cock of yours Slack? We can’t even fuck….”
His large thumb moved along the wet folds of her labia’s until his small finger gently entered her and began to fill her opening…..
“I will always have ten hard cocks to love you with Lilly……Is that not enough?”
She began to purr as his hands did the magic…..Touching , and caressing her like the hands of a concert violinist….Moving his fingers along her delicate flesh in a crescendo of dark kisses, his tongue sliding along her inner thighs and lingering …….
Slack sat up from the couch startled as a loud knocking on the trailer door interrupted his waking dream. He latched the tuba case shut and carried it to the back of the trailer.
“Just a sec……………Hold on to your fucking horses!”
Slack opened the door outward as the two sheriffs deputy's stood back.
“Mr. Crowley?…..Slack Jack Crowley?”
Slack’s eyes narrowed as he bent his head down in order to exit the trailer….
“Were from the Cuyahoga county sheriff’s office, someone has reported that your wife had died three nights ago…..Lets see……Yes, that would be on the 9th.”
The two deputy’s hands rested instinctively on their revolvers as Slack stood to his full height, and undaunted, towered above them.
“Yes, Lilly passed away in her sleep a few nights back…”
“A coroner will have to determine that Mr. Crowley, we have a meat wagon on the way to pick her up. Your boss Mr. Simpson called them, were just here to follow up with the paperwork.”
Slack’s arms began to tense up as the two men tried to gauge his intentions, one of the sheriffs unsnapped his holster..
“No ones taking Lilly anywhere, and especially you two fucks!”
Before they could draw their revolvers Slack reached over and slammed their heads together hard, a sickening crack could be heard….Then a thump as they crumbled to the ground..
Slack turned and began to hitch the trailer onto his black ‘64 Lincoln, he looked back towards the two deputies as he turned the handle to let the hitch down on the greased ball, the trailer rocked as it seated itself to the Lincoln. His mind traveled in twenty different directions, but one thing was certain, he would get Lilly to Boise….If he had to kill every son of a bitch along the way.
The clown………Becoming the killer.