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THE MURDERS OF THE BLACK WIDOW AT THE AIRPORT (I) Gatwick Airport, November. The Black Widow gave a last look at her pink bum, reflected in the mirror of the ladies' bathroom, her black lacy knickers half- lowered to the knees, the red skirt raised to show her bum, in delicious contrast with her red-gold head of hair. Interpol detectives would have paid the jackpot to have a picture of her bum, she congratulated herself smiling, but nobody had ever been in a position to describe it.
A second mirror behind her
All those who had seen it had, say, disappeared. In their place there had been found a spider, a black widow, the hairy and disgusting spider, in a little cage made of crystal-glass threads. Patricia Strongshield raised her pants and went out to give a second glance at Johnny, her next victim, who was waiting for her. But she would not show him her bum, as she had promised to in order to convince him to the encounter, not this time. She had to allure him to the villa of Mondello. Now she would pretend to sob. Oh, Johnny, I am shy, this is the first time that I have been involved in such an event. I can’t go through with it. I beg your pardon I am not able to maintain my promise to show you my bum. How many victims had she accumulated? She couldn’t remember their number. It all began in Bournemouth many years ago, she could remember her first victim, a rich trader, a Scot who imported salami. The Scot had given his card to her in order to impress her. Charles Scroogle , Import Export. Goodbye Scroogle. At that time, she was no more than a young girl with a delicious bum. At every murder she had promised herself that it was the last one. But she could not stop. This was the black widow's destiny. To slowly attract the victim into her net; to choose and to save the black widow that was destined to it; to raise her spiders in a cylindrical crystal cage, in that safe place, the attic of the villa in Mondello. Their poison could kill in a few seconds, a selected variety, the only one in the world available, was in her hands. While she was watching Johnny, a shiver of fear jolted her, she thought about her future. How would she manage things, when her bum would not be that round and hard anymore? Gym, sports in the sun, creams, massages, fruit and vegetables, nothing had been spared in order to maintain a splendid bum that most girls would still envy. But it could not last for ever, things come and go, curse. Perhaps she would attempt to find a girl to train, an accomplice to send ahead in her place. She, Patricia, would continue to choose the victims, to attract them, to play with them until the moment would come to show . Then the bum of the young accomplice would enter the scene. What is going to happen next ? Will Johnny really be the next victim of the Black Widow? Why does the Black Widow kill men, after showing them her bum? _
How is my bum?
THE BLACK WIDOW LOOK DO NOT TOUCH
ALL STARTED WHEN PATRICIA
WAS SEVENTEEN . -A WELL PULLED CORSET WILL MAKE YOUR BUM ROUNDER AND WELL POSITIONED ON YOUR HIPS. IN THE PAST ALL GIRLS AND LADIES PLAYED THIS WAY. -BUT I CANNOT BREATHE. -YOU WILL GAIN THE FIRST PRIZE TONIGHT TOO. MY LITTLE GIRL WILL COME BACK HOME AS A QUEEN.
- CURSE, AUNT MOLLY, I HATED TO
DO THIS THING. LAST WEEK I
-ONE OF THE GIRLS SAID SHE SAW
FATHER BROWN HIDDEN BEHIND THE STRETCHES, HE COMES TO WATCH US, IT SEEMS. HE
ASKS FOR MONEY TO REPAIR THE ORGAN, BUT HE SPENDS THAT MONEY TO COME WATCH THE
GIRLS. FURTHER WE MUST ALSO STAY LISTENING TO HIS SERMON ABOUT THE GIRLS WHO GO
TO LONDON . -LET US SAY HE WILL VOTE MY BUM. -IT IS ALL GOING FOR THE BEST, AS IT SEEMS YOU HAVE THE METHODIST CHURCH ON YOUR SIDE. -ON MY BACK SIDE. AUNT MOLLY.
- DO YOU WANT TO WEAR PINK PANTS
OR SKY-BLUE ONES ? THE PINK ONES SEEM MORE -IT 'S RAINING CATS AND DOGS, LUCKILY THEY ARE COMING TO DRIVE YOU IN A GIG. THE QUEEN IN HER HORSE-CART , I WILL GIVE YOU A BIG UMBRELLA , BEWARE NOT TO WET YOUR HAIR . THESE CATTLE FAIRS ARE A BLESSING, THERE WILL BE AT LEAST ONE HUNDRED PEOPLE ATTENDING AND BETTING ON YOU GIRLS TONIGHT. -ALSO WE GIRLS ARE PART OF THE CATTLE-FAIRS, AUNT MOLLY. I CANNOT BEAR THIS KIND OF HAPPENING. I WISH I COULD KILL ALL THOSE THAT COME TO WATCH AND TO BET ON US GIRLS. -IT DOES NOT SEEM A GOOD IDEA.. AFTER ALL THEY ARE RESPECTABLE AND RICH PEOPLE .BUT PLEASE, EXPLAIN TO ME AGAIN HOW THIS THING OF THE BETS WORKS. - RATHER SIMPLE AUNT MOLLY. EVERY MAN PAYS 250 BUCKS TO ENTER OUR ROOM, WHEN THE ROOM IS FULL, WE GIRLS HAVE TO BE STANDING ALIGNED, OTHER WAY ROUND, IN ORDER TO SHOW OUR BUMS NOT OUR FACES. AT THE BEGINNING WE ARE COMPLETELY DRESSED, THE MEN PASS ALONG THE GIRLS AND BET WHATEVER MONEY ON THE BUM THEY PREFER. EVERY GIRL HAS A NUMBER, WRITTEN ON THE WALL OVER HER HEAD. THE BETS ARE SECRET, THE GAMBLER PUTS HIS MONEY IN AN ENVELOPE AND WRITES THE NUMBER OF HIS GIRL. THEN HE PUTS HIS ENVELOPE IN A HAT ON THE SECRETARY'S TABLE, WHO WILL CONSIGN IT TO THE MANAGEMENT.
- THEN WHAT HAPPENS? - -AND WHAT DO THE GAMBLERS WIN? - THE GAMBLER WHO PUT THE MOST MONEY ON THE WINNING GIRL WILL BE REWARDED WITH HER PANTS. THAT' S ALL. - YOUR GIG ARRIVED , VIRGINIA, WEAR YOUR CAPE. -
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