Marie Lavallois
Really Experienced
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- Jun 14, 2003
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OK all, here’s the set up. The main character, Marilyn, is the wife of the biggest mobster in town. She is short, about 5’1, and very tiny because she never eats a damn thing if she can help it. She was born with dark hair, but dyed it blonde as soon as her mom would let her. I want a tough cop to pull her over, someone who knows exactly who she is, and maybe had a run-in with her husband.
ON:
Marilyn swung her silver jag around the “50 mph” sign at Dead Man’s Curve at about seventy miles an hour. Once she passed the curve, she put her foot down hard. The car effortlessly sped to ninety miles per hour. The road straightened out, so she only needed one hand to steer. She dropped one hand to her knee. The car stereo blasted some early rock and roll, Elvis, when he was still a trucker. “Thrill Mad Pussy Cat,” or something like that, was the title.
“What the fuck!” She yelled when she saw the flashing lights behind her. The car was in her name. The cop should have recognized the last name when he ran the plates, it was in all of the papers. What the hell was this trooper thinking, she wondered?
ON:
Marilyn swung her silver jag around the “50 mph” sign at Dead Man’s Curve at about seventy miles an hour. Once she passed the curve, she put her foot down hard. The car effortlessly sped to ninety miles per hour. The road straightened out, so she only needed one hand to steer. She dropped one hand to her knee. The car stereo blasted some early rock and roll, Elvis, when he was still a trucker. “Thrill Mad Pussy Cat,” or something like that, was the title.
“What the fuck!” She yelled when she saw the flashing lights behind her. The car was in her name. The cop should have recognized the last name when he ran the plates, it was in all of the papers. What the hell was this trooper thinking, she wondered?