The Last Moll

THE LAST MOLL

October 11, 1983

If you consider some of the places I may have ended up, the Pinedale convalescent home wasn't so bad, though I guess we're supposed to call it "assisted living." What a crock.

My room was small but that meant I didn't have to put up with some pain-in-the-ass roommate. I had a fair sized window with a view of the woods and got a nice breeze on the rare occasions I was allowed to open it. Instead of numbers, the rooms were named for trees and flowers and such. Mine was Birch. How's that for screwy?

The nurses...I guess they like to be called caregivers but so what?...are mostly are pretty good bunch. Tina is my favorite. She works nights and always has time to gab. She's a cute kid, blonde with big blue eyes and a nice smile. I guess I shouldn't call her a kid. She's pushing thirty with two small kids of her own. But me and Tina get along swell and my life ain't so bad as it might have been. I guess the only real squawk I got is about the day nurse always leaving the damned remote control where I can't reach it.

I'd been listening to Ronnie Reagan blathering about Christ-only-knows-what for nearly a half hour when Tina stopped by for our evening visit.

"How are you tonight, Millie? Can I get you anything?"

"No, but you can turn that goddamned TV off. I've heard all of that gasbag that I can stand."

"You don't want to listen to the president's speech?"

"Hell no," I told her "He was a lousy actor and now he's a lousy president. It's a sure sign the country is going to hell in a hand basket when people will vote for a guy like that."

Tina clicked the remote control and the screen went mercifully dark.

"Millie," she said. "I'm afraid I have some bad news. Walter Moore passed away about an hour ago."

"Wally's dead?" I turned away so she couldn't see me misting up, but I'm not as quick as I used to be. Tina pulled a couple tissues from the box and handed them to me.

"I'm really sorry, Millie. I know you and he were old friends."

"Friends? Wally and me?" I blew my nose on a Kleenex and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. "We were never friends. But we go way back. In fact, I guess we were just about the last ones left from the old days."

Right away Tina jumped to the wrong conclusion. "Walter Moore was in Jimmy Terrell's gang?"

"Hardly," I laughed. "Wally was a guard at Spaulding Correctional prison for women. I did nearly three years in that shithole. Funny how we both ended up here."

Tina's big blue eyes looked as though they might pop out of her head. "Millie! I had no idea. I mean, I knew you were Terrell's girlfriend but..."

"Aw, it was nothing," I cut her off. "I got pinched driving a friend's car from Chicago to Milwaukee. The car was legit but the license plates belonged to someone else. And there was a gun in the trunk. Jimmy was public enemy number one by then so they threw the book at me."

"You've never said much about, um, you know...your past."

It's true, I seldom spoke of the months I spent with Jimmy Terrell. It was over fifty years ago, ancient history best forgotten. Of course I never forgot a single moment of those days and Wally Moore's demise brought all those old memories flooding back.

Tina was watching me with an eager, almost hungry look. Ah, what the hell. Why not spill a few beans? What did it matter anymore?

"You have to remember," I said, "things were different back then. The Depression hit everybody hard. The whole country was broke. Nobody cared that Jimmy and his gang robbed a few banks. Everybody figured bankers for crooks anyway. And the cops were crooked, too. Otherwise they'd have caught him sooner."

"How did you two get together?"

"Just luck, I guess. Jimmy liked dark girls with nice figures. I'm half Chippewa you know, so I caught his eye right off the bat. I'll let you in on a little secret," I said with a wink. I spread my hands like a fisherman describing a nice blue gill. "That man had a cock on him and he knew how to use it."

"Millie!"

"What? You grow a new cherry since yesterday?"

"No, but..."

"Then stop pretending you're shocked," I said. "Now you want to know how we met or not?"

"Yes, and don't leave anything out."

So I told her how I came to be in Chicago working at a dime-a-dance club and how one night my friend Evie, the hatcheck girl, invited me to an after hours party. One of the other girls...Madge Albright was her name...knew some swell fellas who had an apartment just a few blocks away. Lots of booze and food and Madge vouched for the guys. "It'll be fun," Evie said.

Madge Albright thought she was the cat's meow but as far as I was concerned she was one short step up from a street walker. But things were tough and free drinks and eats sounded pretty good. So at closing time we all piled into a big Hudson touring car and drove over there.

The food turned out to be bologna sandwiches and pretzels but they had an icebox full of beer and plenty of liquor. The three guys told us their names were Freddy, Mike and Red. Not that it mattered. Right away Madge latched onto Freddy and Evie got cozy with Red. Mike was a big, raw-boned sort of guy from down south somewhere. He didn't seem interested in anything besides getting drunk and that was fine with me. After a sandwich and a couple beers, I curled up on the couch for a nap.

Of course that wasn't going to happen. They were all laughing and talking loud and listening to music from the radio. Then Madge got up on a chair, not really dancing, just shaking her big ass around. She started taking off her clothes and in just a minute she was buck naked. The guys egged her on but believe me, she'd have stripped even if they'd asked her not to.

Madge just loved to get naked and show herself off, though I never could understand why. She sure wasn't nothing special to look at. Her tits were soft and droopy and had these huge, rubbery looking nipples. Her legs were thick, her ass was flabby and she had the hairiest pussy of any woman I ever saw. It was like the thick, curly pelt of some wild animal.

I had just about decided to walk home when Jimmy Terrell came busting through the door, hopping mad. I knew him right away from his picture in the papers and you can bet I was plenty scared.

The first thing he did was switch off the big Philco radio. Then he grabbed the guy who called himself Freddy and said, "What the hell is wrong with you stupid bastards?"

He kept his voice low but he gave those fellas an awful cussing, bawling them out for making so much noise. "You want the neighbors to call the goddamn cops?" He raked everybody over with those steel-gray eyes and then settled back on Freddy. "Party's over," he said. "Get rid of the dames."

Then big mouth Madge pipes up. "Aw, we were just gettin' warmed up."

Jimmy gave her a dirty look and told her, "Get off that fucking chair and put your clothes back on."

Madge was pretty drunk and claimed later she didn't recognize the most famous bank robber in the world. Any way, she wiggled that big ass and sang, "Every party needs a pooper that's why we invited you."

Quick as a cat, Jimmy Terrell reached out and grabbed Madge by the snatch. Not just a pinch of pubic hair, mind you. No, he caught a thick, hairy pussy lip between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a mean twist. Madge opened her mouth to yell but Jimmy slapped her face so fast she never got the chance.

"Keep still," he hissed.

Tears as big as horse turds rolled down her cheeks, but Madge didn't make a sound until Jimmy finally relaxed his grip and told her to get out.

That sounded good to me. I picked up my coat and handbag and started toward the door, but Jimmy stepped in front of me and wouldn't let me pass.

"Do I know you?" he said.

"No." I kept my eyes on the floor. "I've never seen any of you guys before."

He lifted my chin with his finger and looked me over for a minute. Then he smiled that great smile he had. "Are you a whore?"

Scared or not, that really pissed me off. "Hell no, I ain't a whore and I don't much like the question, either!"

Next thing I knew he dragged me across the floor and pushed me into a bedroom. I was fit to be tied, bitching and cussing the whole way. He slammed the door and turned that killer smile on me again.

"You got a mouth on you, sis. I'll give you that."

"I got teeth, too so you'd better..."

"What's your name, doll?"

I glared at him for a few seconds then said, "Millie. Millie Charbonneau. Now let me by you sonofabitch."

Of course he didn't. He grabbed me and pulled me close and kissed me. Kissed me hard. I thought about biting him but just for a second. Fact was, I liked being kissed by him. I liked it a lot. Next thing I knew we were sucking tongues and he's got his hands all over my ass. I liked that too.

Just then Sarah, the other night nurse popped her head in my door. "Tina? Can you give me a hand in Maple?"

Maple was old Harvey Niles' room. Harvey had been giving the nurses a lot of trouble lately, refusing to get into his bed at night or out of it in the morning. It always took at least two to handle him. While the women wrestled him around, he took the opportunity to feel them up a little. The nurses hadn't caught on yet and I'd promised Harvey not to tell.

"I'll be right back, Millie," Tina said. 'I'm dying to hear the rest of this."

I leaned back into my pillows and closed my eyes. Half a century melted away...the years in prison, three bad marriages, a life of booze and pills that landed me here in Pinedale...all gone as if those fifty years had never been. I was back in Chicago in that same apartment and in the same bedroom with Jimmy Terrell, the most wanted man in America...

He tossed his hat and coat in a chair and unbuttoned his vest. A pair of forty-five automatics hung under his arms in shoulder slings.

"Get undressed," he said.

"Not until you lose the hardware."

I don't know why I thought I could act so cocky with him, but he just laughed and hung his guns on the back of the chair. I unpinned my hair and shook it out and then slipped out of my dress.

"I'm glad you don't bob your hair," he said. "I like it long. Are you Italian?"

"Half French, half Indian," I said. "Born on a reservation up north."

This seemed to please him. I rolled down my hose and skinned out of my slip and garter belt. This seemed to please him, too.

"You're gorgeous," he said. "Now let's see the rest."

I shrugged like stripping in front of a man was nothing new to me even though it was. But I wanted him to see me. Even more, I wanted him to touch me. My little brown nipples were hard and practically screaming to get out of my brassiere. I lost the bra and panties quick without bothering to make a show of it.

I never had much to be proud of except my body so I just stood there for a minute and let him look. My breasts weren't as big as some but they were perfectly shaped and just right for my frame. Round and firm they loved to be petted and kissed and sucked. I had great legs and narrow ankles, a tiny waist and a perky ass. Jimmy took a good, long gander and then whistled softly.

"Now you," I said, my hands planted on my bare hips. "Or do you want to shut off the lights first?

He laughed again and peeled off his clothes. He was lean and hard muscled, no more than average height, but he moved with a confidant grace that was a pleasure to watch.

Jimmy pulled down his shorts and for the first time I saw his big cock. It wasn't freak show huge but a solid seven and a half inches and thick as my wrist. The second I saw it I wanted to touch it.

We reached for each other at the same instant. He fingered my black curls and then the folds of my cunt. With the lightest touch, I stroked his shaft and teased at his pale purple knob. He bent to kiss my breasts and tongue my nipples. I pinched his fingers between my thighs and ground my pussy on his hand. I was wet and hotter than I'd ever been.

"On the bed," he whispered.

I lay down in the center of the bed and spread my legs wide. I'd never before given a man such an invitation to view my open pussy but I wanted Jimmy Terrell to see. And I wanted him to like what he saw.

Like a panther, he crawled between my legs. He kissed a path from my knee to my inner thigh, then licked at my hot, pink crack until I begged to be fucked.

He hovered over me, his upper body weight resting on his hands. I felt the crown of his prick bump against me. Eagerly, I reached down to guide him with my hand. He entered me slowly with gentle thrusts of his hips.

It was good...God, it was good! But I wanted more. I wanted it all.

I put my hands on his hard flanks and thrust my hips up to him. The pain was slight and momentary and soon lost in the pleasure.

Orgasm had always been a hit or miss proposition for me with very few hits. But when Jimmy Terrell came, I came with him. Rocked to my toes with shivering ecstasy, I shouted out my joyful passion. I was on fire, slippery with sweat and jizz and happier than I'd ever been.

For a few minutes we just lay there. He was quiet and still. I panted like a dog until my heart slowed to its normal beat. Then I wiggled out from under and wrapped myself in the sheet. "Be right back," I said.

The apartment was empty except for Mike, snoring on the couch. I found the bathroom and tidied myself up and then grabbed a couple towels and a wet wash rag.

Jimmy was lying spread eagle on the bed, his head propped up by pillows and the lower half of his body covered by a blanket. I kissed the dimple in his chin and pulled the blanket to his feet. Kneeling on the mattress edge, I swabbed his chest and legs with the damp cloth. When I reached for his cock, he groaned and closed his eyes. In seconds he was hard again.

I dropped the rag and licked him clean. I kissed his stiff flesh and fondled it lovingly like a new best friend, then closed my mouth around it. He groaned again and raised his hips.

"Oh, that's good, baby," he said. "You like sucking cock?"

I'd sucked a few cocks before, but never because I really wanted to or because I particularly liked doing it. But this time it was different and I told him so. "I like sucking yours."

My right hand slid up and down his wet shaft while the left kneaded his balls, I toyed at his slippery knob with my lips and tongue. His hips moved rhythmically up and down. I opened wide and invited him to plunge at me, to face-fuck me.

He tensed and then laid a hand on my shoulder. "Come here, baby."

I shook him off. I wanted to finish what I'd started. His hand moved from my shoulder to the back of my bobbing head. I sucked him in deeper and deeper until I could take no more. He moaned and his legs went rigid as rails. I squeezed his sac and stroked his prick with a firm grip until he spewed in my mouth. A strangled noise came from deep in his throat as I swallowed and sucked him dry.

Afterward we cuddled and talked and laughed a lot. Jimmy was the terror of the entire Midwest, a cold-blooded, vicious criminal to hear the papers tell it. But to me, he was just a big, fun-loving kid who like to crack silly jokes.

We had a lot in common, me and Jimmy Terrell. He told me how he grew up on a hardscrabble farm and I told him about life on the reservation. He showed me where a bullet had scarred his shoulder and I showed him where a mongrel dog had bit me on the ass when I was seven years old. We smoked and split a bottle of beer and then we made love again.

Jimmy lay beside me, kissing my breasts and skipping his fingers over my belly, my ass, my thighs. I opened my legs and raised my hips, eager for his touch. He fingered the moist trail between my lips, teasing and exploring. When he found my tender bud I sang out and ground my pussy on his knuckles until another climax shuddered through me.

I got up on my hands and knees inviting him to take me from behind. I reveled in the penetration of his cock, driving and pounding within me, his balls swinging between my thighs.

He was tireless and for the first time in my life, I couldn't get enough. We fucked on the bed, on the floor, against the wall...

"Millie? Are you awake?"

"Huh? Oh, Tina. You're back."

"We finally got Harvey settled in for the night," she said. "That old fart is all hands if you know what I mean."

"Tina, honey, I'm pretty tired myself."

"Oh, come on, Millie," she begged. "I've gotta hear the rest of your story. Please?"

After a long and private journey down memory lane, I wasn't in the mood to talk. Besides, there are some things a girl should keep to herself. And just for herself. Special things. Memories no could share or understand.

But I had to say something, right?

"There's not much to tell," I told Tina. "We fucked and we fell in love. I was his girl from that day on."

She didn't say so, but I could see Tina was disappointed. She thought I was lying or making up some bullshit story with a happy ending. Well, this story didn't end like that.

"We traveled a lot," I said. "Always stayed in swanky hotels, ordering room service. He bought me jewelry and furs and tons of clothes. Eleven months we were together." I looked away, first at the ceiling and then at my own reflection in the window beside my bed. "I was in Spaulding when they finally got him."

Tina was eyeing me closely, waiting for me to tell what she already knew. I kept my eyes on the window and talked fast to discourage any questions.

"Somebody snitched," I said. "Doesn't matter who, does it? They were waiting for him outside that restaurant and...Anyway, that's it. End of story."

"That's it?" said Tina. "What do you mean that's it?"

"You don't need me to tell you the rest, honey. I'm sure you've seen all those horrible pictures."

"Yes, but that's not what I'm interested in, Millie. I want to hear about...you know, the good stuff."

"The good stuff?"

"Yeah. Like how was he in bed? Did he go down on you? Did you ever do anything really kinky?"

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised to hear her ask such intimate details, but I was. For about a minute. And then I cracked up. I laughed until tears streaked my face and my tummy hurt.

When I was able, I said, "Tina honey, while you were off wrestling with Harvey Niles I was thinking about the first time Jimmy and I had sex. What we did and how it felt and..."

"Yes? Go on."

"Well, just thinking about it made me so damned horny I couldn't possibly talk about it." I leaned over and patted her arm. "I'm sorry."

"Oh, that's okay, Millie," she said. "I understand perfectly. I'll leave you alone for a while."

"Alone? For what? Oh, you don't mean...Tina! For Christ's sake I'm nearly eighty years old!"

She waved and breezed out the door saying, "You're never too old for a little tickle."

Hmm. Maybe she's right.

The end