Date: Mon, 7 May 2012 00:58:18 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Vigilante. Part Seven.

            This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All
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            Part Seven

   We were there in that prison for three months before we came to trial,
or I should say two months before we were officially charged and then had
recourse to a solicitor that was appointed by the court for the third
month.

   For some reason, I was disappointed, no, annoyed that things were coming
to a head. I was enjoying being the queen of our block having the respect
and status that went with the position. Lucy and I would enjoy each other,
mostly on the lower bunk as it wasn't that far to fall if we got too
excited. But it was also for the odd alternative that made themselves known
that they would not be averse to dallying with me or Lucy for a short
spell. So a few of the other inmates had a chance of playing with my
breasts as long as they could satisfy me when they went to service me down
below.

   I even let Lucy have a bit of fun with another, but after, she said she
was glad that I was there to really give her the love she needed. I said
the same, because, when it boiled down to it, the others who I allowed to
play with my body, were only currying favour where the true love I had only
lay with Lucy.

   I kept much back from our solicitor because as soon as we got into court
I stood up and said that I wished to address the court. I was told to sit
down, but I refused. I declared that the solicitor that the court had
appointed was not of my choosing and therefore I would either conduct my
own defence or have a solicitor of my own choosing.

   This objection was upheld and we were sent back to our last place of
abode and given a month to sort things out. Now we were getting into the
serious part of the business, and I had the money so got the best there was
and we had a long talk.

   The upshot was that we went back into court and he got us off. The down
shot was that as soon as we walked out of the courtroom, we were arrested
again on the charge of the murder of one Edward Drew.

   `You're taking the piss?' was what Lucy came out with. `Three fucking
months we've been inside for the trumped up charge of killing some Wop, and
now you want us for another one. Who's this one, a fucking Kraut?'

   We didn't get an answer and it was back to that little box and a
derisive welcome from the other inmates. The derision changed to cheers
when I said to Lucy, fuck the Governor and I pulled off my prison dress and
walked the last few yards to my cell bollock naked, giving the screws a
bump and a grind before I was pushed inside.

   In the mess hall at the next meal it was nice to see that my usual seat
was left vacant as was the one opposite. There were calls of welcome that I
acknowledged as Lucy and I sat down and I let the table know that I wanted
a meeting with the Queens of the other three blocks at two o'clock in the
laundry and to pass this message on.

   There were four blocks to our prison and each block had a reigning
Queen, top dog if you like. I was the Queen of C block and wanted the help
of the others to organise a riot. The message had been passed around the
tables of the mess hall and the answers all came in the affirmative and we
met at the arranged time. The laundry was the only place where such a
meeting could be held as you could easily get lost behind the machinery.

   Every afternoon between three and four was our exercise period out in
the yard and it was from here that inmates had their names called out if
they had a visitor. These visits took place in the mess hall, one prisoner
and visitor per table and it was during this time that I wanted us all from
the yard to break in and disrupt the visiting hour. I knew Doris, Lucy's
mother would be coming in two days time and this was when I wanted it to
happen. We would only have two guards at the entrance to the block in this
period and I said that I would take out one of them and I wanted a
volunteer to take the other one. As there were more than one applicant for
the job, it was decided that four of us would take them. The Queens were
all for the riot as it gave them a break from the usual routine and it
could also be fun, and so it was set.

   I got Lucy, before lights out, to phone Doris to tell her that the
weather forecast for the day of her visit looked bleak so she'd better wear
a raincoat as well as her top coat. That would have to do for Lucy as her
mother couldn't really enter the prison with two raincoats on, so I would
have to make do with what I could get in the riot.

   Visitors were let in at a quarter to three to sit at any table in the
mess hall and wait till those that they had come to see had their names
called out in the yard. So when we were let out into the yard at three
o'clock, many would hang around close to wait for their name to be called
out if they knew they were getting a visit, so all appeared normal for that
time of day.

   The first twenty names had been called, Lucy being one of them, and they
had gone back inside when I gave the signal. My block were ready as were
the others and we surged forward and quickly overpowered the guards and
then raced down to the mess hall.

   At a quick glance as we erupted into the hall I estimated that there
were about eighty visitors which was good for my plan. There were screams
of alarm at the suddenness of our arrival as we all spread out and turned
over tables and chairs and made as much noise as possible. I don't know
whose mother I hit, but she went down and in the press of bodies moving
about, I got her coat off and worked my way up to the front.

   Lucy, in the know, went straight under the table at the beginning and
dragged Doris down and got the raincoat off her and put it on herself and
then crawled with Doris towards the outer doors.

   The guards had quickly assembled in a line across these doors and were
helping the visitors to get through this cordon to safety behind them. The
problem they had was that our sudden influx into the hall had overtaken
half of the visitors so that we were all mixed up together and it was here
that I was pushing myself up to the front where I went down onto my hands
and knees to crawl towards the line of guards.

   Doris, now prepared by Lucy, saw me and darted past the guards towards
me shouting for help. So with the help of a guard, I was lifted up and half
carried behind the line. With my head down and sobbing and that I was
wearing a civilian coat, the guard didn't know otherwise.

   The noise was deafening with nearly two hundred women screaming abuse at
the line of guards as well as throwing chairs at them. Over all the
shouting, the visitors were being urged to get out of the hall and we were
being ushered out and before we knew it, we were on the outside in the
stream of visitors leaving the prison.

   There wasn't any dinner for the inmates that night as they were slowly
pushed back into the yard and then separated into their respective blocks
and got back to their cells. So it wasn't until the final cell count just
before lights out that they found that they had lost four prisoners. Two
from our block, one from B and one from D. Six inmates were in the hospital
ward as well as three visitors who were injured in the melee that had taken
place.

   As with any prison break, police all over the country are put on alert
with the names, descriptions, photographs and known addresses of those
escapees. Boy did we cause a lot of police overtime. Our home was raided
and a man placed there on watch as well as another on the home of Doris,
but as the Godmother in our neighbourhood, we were taken in and protected
by people who knew us.

   In those few months that we had been inside, muggings, theft and
robberies from the local shops had started again, with the police as usual,
being rather sparse on the ground. But now with us at large, there were
rather more than there had been before, though they still didn't walk the
streets at night but patrolled in cars which was as good as useless against
the muggings.

   But now the word was out that the vigilante was back, the people
assuming from what they had read in the papers that it was I that was not
only the Godmother of the area but also this vigilante. Lucy and I didn't
go out during the day because of the two man foot patrols, but they
disappeared as soon as it got dark which was the time that we could then
walk around quite freely.

   The muggings stopped after I caught two of them, but I didn't kill them
this time. I just severed the tendons in the backs of their legs so that
when healed, they would have a permanent limp, and this marked them and
they were shunned. This also prevented them from being able to run away if
they took up knocking old people down again to snatch their money. One
family actually moved because of the shame of having their son caught and
maimed by the vigilante.

   The small shopkeepers welcomed us back as they knew that with us
prowling around at night made them feel a lot safer and the petty thefts
and robberies came to a virtual halt. The small time drug dealers soon
learned not to peddle their shit around at night when they started to find
that those caught were losing the thumb of the right hand.

   We were hailed as heroes in our community and they protected us too from
the law. If we were seen in the street and a police car was spotted, we
would be hustled into the nearest open shop and got out through the
back. This was how much they thought of us.

   It was now known and accepted that Lucy and myself were lesbian lovers
as had Doris some time back now, so when we were in a safe house, they knew
that we slept together. This we now tended to do, sleep most of the day
when not making love, and out protecting the people at night. There were
occasional raids by the police on various houses, but it was usually some
nark trying to ingrate themselves with the police, but we moved about and
so stayed hidden.

   I like to think that because I now didn't kill anyone and the place was
a whole lot safer, the local police didn't try too hard to find us, but
that is only a thought for there were still coppers who would try to make a
name for themselves by catching us.

   We would quite often drop into one of the many pubs of the area to have
a drink and were made welcome at nearly all of them, but would only stay
for one because we didn't want to cause them trouble with the law and their
licence. Also, it was in pubs that most police narks hang out, so it was
prudent not to stay very long in such a public place.

   Like we were in the pub one night by the railway station, you know, The
Railway Arms. Lucy and I were having a drink when a fight broke out between
two men, and me being me, stepped in and got between them.

   `Stop it,' I shouted at them as I stood in the middle. `Don't we have
enough trouble without coming in here and seeing more of it.'

   `You mind your own fucking business,' one of them said pointing his
finger at me, almost touching my nose with it.

   `If you don't take your finger out of my face, I'll break it off and
stick it up your arse,' I said defiantly.

   `Why you big titted cow,' he snarled and pulled his arm back, his hand
closing into a fist, but before he could use it he was grabbed from
behind. As he was dragged back and away from me I heard one of those
pulling him mention my name. I turned to the other man and told him to go
and sit down and finish his beer, which he did with a rueful grin on his
face. The place had gone very quiet when I had stepped in front of the two
men, now the noise broke out in a babble as I went back to sit down with
Lucy. Her face was shining and it melted my heart to see that loving smile.

   `You should have let them get on with it,' she said as I sat down.

   `A fight like that could get worse and before we know it, we'd have the
law in here...' I broke off as the man whose finger I had threatened to
break off came up to the table with two large gin and tonics.

   `I'm sorry, er, Sally. I didn't know who you were. I'm sorry I called
you a big ti...' he stopped and actually blushed.

   `Big tits? Yes they are aren't they,' I smiled looking down at my
front. `Do you like them?'

   `Very much,' he stammered, `they're very nice to look at.'

   `And that's all you can do, look. Now thanks for the drink and
goodnight,' I said, looking at him quite hard in the eye. He stammered out
his apology again and left us to our drink. Lucy gave a little giggle
behind her hand before we raised our glasses to touch them together before
we drank them.

   `Excuse me Sally,' it was Wilfred, the pub landlord collecting empty
glasses, and was speaking very low. `Nasty Nick has just been on the
phone. I think we might have a visit very shortly.' I knew exactly what he
was saying and we quickly emptied our glasses and stood up.

   `Thanks Wilfred.'

   `No, it's me who should thank you for stopping the fight.'

   `Well have a word with Nasty and tell him that if one copper steps in
here tonight, I'll break both of his nasty little fingers later, so he'd
better stop them.'

   `Will do,' he said as we left the pub and made ourselves scarce.

   It was nearly two weeks later that we went back into The Railway and
asked for two gin and tonics and stood at the bar as we weren't staying
long.

   `On the house,' Wilfred said as he passed us our drinks.

   `Cheers, did you get a visit the other night?' I asked as I took a sip
from my glass.

   `No,' he grinned. `I had a word with Nasty and told him what you said
and he shot straight outside. I made a point of having a look through the
window and he stopped the car load from coming in. He'd obviously said that
either he was mistaken or that you'd flown, for they didn't come in.'

   `Well thanks Wilfred.'

   `No, it's for me to thank you. We've got a name now of being a safe pub,
so trade is getting better and some of the wives are now coming in.'

   `Good for you,' I said as I finished my drink for which I thanked him
again and Lucy and I left to do our rounds as we now called it. Stopping in
various shops that stayed open late and hear of little problems, some of
which we could do something about. Like we went off to where Joe Spinks
lived with his wife and two children. Mary Spinks went red when she saw who
was at the door and invited us in and took us into the parlour where Joe
was watching television. He welcomed us in but looked very uncomfortable as
Mary opened a bottle of beer and gave us a glass each. We sat down at the
table and Joe turned the television down as Lucy and Mary made small
talk. I kept quiet as I looked at Joe as he fidgeted, not knowing what to
do but guessed why we had come into his home.

   I just sat there sipping my beer knowing that by not speaking to him and
only looking, was more fearsome than using words. His agitation increasing
the longer I sat and watched him.

   `I'm sorry Sally. I couldn't help it! I didn't mean to. I'd had too much
to drink and I was angry.' He was sweating.

   `Then why take it out on Mary?' I said softly.

   `I didn't mean to, I just snapped. I swear I didn't mean to, it just
happened,' he was actually wringing his hands now.

   `You know what happens when I snap Joe?' I said still speaking softly as
this comes out more deadly, more threatingly.

   `I know! That's why I'm saying sorry.'

   `Don't say it to me Joe. Say it to Mary. It wasn't her that told me what
you did so don't even think of touching her.'

   `I'm sorry Mary,' he said, tears now coming out of his eyes and she gave
out a little cry and went into his open arms.

   `Thanks for the beer,' I said getting up, Lucy quickly finishing her
glass. `We'll let ourselves out,' and we left the two of them crying in
each other's arms.

   `That was nice,' Lucy said as she put her arm through mine as we went
down the street. `I don't think he'll ever hit again.'

   `I don't think he will either,' I said, hugging her arm closer to me,
feeling warm inside that it was getting to the point where I didn't have to
threaten, maim or kill to stop this violence. We strolled the dimly lit
streets and were happy being together. Occasionally we would stop in a dark
spot and kiss each other with love and passion and then sometimes, go
straight to our present abode and make love, revelling in each other's body
and love.

   We'd been on the run as they call it for over a year now and our streets
were so clear of violence that we actually met single women out walking
home alone at nights where they would never had dared done so before. Then
we had word that a new gang of drug dealers were moving into our area
thinking that they could do business where there weren't any others working
their filthy trade.

   We had identified who these two men were and made our plan to hit them
the next night where we knew they would be. But the best laid plans etc,
which was disastrous for us to say the least. What we didn't know was that
the police had set up an operation to take these men on the same night as
us. Another big difference was that they knew that the pushers were armed,
and so they too carried weapons.

   The police had set up their ambush and were there ready unknown to us as
we made our move towards these dealers. It was down near the railway arches
that we moved in, but one of the men spotted, not us, but a copper and drew
out a gun and fired. That was it. Guns were being fired and Lucy and I got
caught in the crossfire for the police were on two sides of us.

   I saw the two men go down just as I was hit in the side by one police
round, knocking me back as though I'd been kicked by a horse. The pain was
nothing as what I felt for Lucy as she too was knocked back to land half on
top of me and I could see in the dim light that she had been hit twice in
the chest.

   I screamed out in anguish as I saw the two dark splotches on the front
of her blouse grow and merge to become one as I held her in my arms. Her
body was shaking as I held her tight and looked into her frightened eyes
that had tears forming in them.

   `Sally,' she whispered, `It hurts,' and her eyelids fluttered and she
died there in my arms. I didn't even have time to say that I loved her.

   They say that they heard my screams for miles as I sat there rocking her
in my arms, not hearing the silence of the finished gun battle. I howled
and howled and fought the police as they tried to take her from me,
screaming at them completely oblivious to the bullet lodged inside me. I
know I crippled one by mashing his testicles in my hand as it took six of
them to get Lucy away from me as I still fought on till I was knocked
senseless.

   The news of Lucy's death and my wounding and capture stunned the
neighbourhood and they say that by the end of the next day there were well
over four hundred wreathes placed by the arch where she had fallen. The
whole neighbourhood went into mourning and over ninety percent of the shops
closed for her funeral which I couldn't attend, and almost everybody was
there to see her laid to rest. I was awake by this time and cried the whole
day in my hospital bed the day she was buried.

   Myself, I was told later, had fought like a demon, incapacitating four
officers, one seriously before being subdued in spite of my bullet
wound. Soaked in blood, I laid about them after they had got Lucy away from
me and it was only by being hit with a truncheon that brought my stand to
an end. Many people had come out of their houses and pub when the gunfire
stopped to witness my fight. Two ambulances had arrived for us, one for
Lucy and the two dead dealers who had also been killed in the battle, and
one for me and the copper I had maimed.

   I was on the operating table in the hospital for two hours for them to
get the bullet out which had lodged itself in my pelvis, pumping blood into
me to replace that what I had lost during my fighting. It was two days
before I came round properly, in pain both in body and mind. It was the
last that hurt the most knowing that never again would I have Lucy kiss and
caress my breasts and tell me how much she loved me. Nor could I tell how
much I missed her and of the pain I now had at her loss to me.

   I was that bad that they had to have restraints put on me to keep me as
immobile as possible and it was very difficult for them to keep me clean
because of this. Also I was on this crying jag and would lash out at all
and sundry though this was not meant and I think that it was understood
that it was grief that made me as I was for that first week.

   It was several days after the funeral that I found I had cried myself
out and had then come to accept that what had happened was now done. I
think a huge sigh of relief was felt in the ward where I was
confined. There were two other occupants in this special ward which had
locked doors and bars on the windows, and they said that if they`d been
able, would have killed me themselves for the racket I had made.

   I apologised to them and they got more friendly when they found out that
I was known as the vigilante and had organised the prison break out. Lucy
and I were famous in not being caught so easily as the other two, they
being taken within two days, whereas we were out for well over a year.

   Even though we were in a secure unit with a police guard outside the
door, we were still allowed visitors, one at a time so if three turned up,
two had to wait. My first visitor was Doris and we spent the whole half
hour of our allotted time, holding each other and crying at our loss of
Lucy. We did manage to speak when she came the next time. I cannot say how
many bunches of flowers that I got, there were so many and I spent a small
fortune on cards to write and thank all those who sent them as well as the
hundreds of get well cards, some coming from far away parts, people I had
never met, but knew what I had been trying to do. The other two were happy
to help me eat the enormous load of chocolates and sweets that arrived too.

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