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Messa And The Test

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Reluctantly when our dinner was done I had to draw cards. I had begged my friends not to do this as I was doomed to at least twenty-four hours on the cross and there was no reason for them to suffer as well but they all insisted and eleven of closest friends an even Joan Tree dined and wined with me!

But now I had to draw cards. I pulled two cards from the twelve before and the other ladies turned their cards, the ace to the queen of spades, over. My first card was the ace of hearts. Natasha would join me on the hill.

The second card was the Queen of Hearts. Roxie held the corresponding queen. The other ten women’s emotion ran from relief to disappointment they would not participate in the final lotteries.

Blaire was disappointed but assured me she would dig my grave should I need it. Professor Barb Moore promised to cover my crucifixion in her class at the University of the Virgin Martyrs. Siss asked for my ‘little black book’ and swore to take care of all in it. I doubt she knows Bull and Gunner are in it!!!

They do all vow no matter the outcome they would be there for me when I am crucified and raised. Ten leave and Natasha and Roxie join me in a bedroom where for all I know will be the last bed I sleep on. After noon tomorrow the only thing my backside might know is the squared stipe of ‘Messaline’s Premium French Crucifixion Wood™’ and Roxie and Tash risk the same!

They do their best to comfort me and their best is better than I could have hoped.

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They assure me that even if they joined me in death it would be worth being with me crucified. I tell them Tree has offered me two options. I could be crucified with my arms in a narrow ‘V’ but if I only had do twenty-four hours I had a great chance of surviving. If he nailed me with my arms spread wide and the dice didn’t go my way I would die sooner- more than twenty-four hours but not days on end.

They tried to be helpful with Natasha suggesting I have my arms in a small ‘V’ so if I won the roll of the dice I could live the twenty-four hours. Roxie suggested the arms wide so I wouldn’t suffer so long. I remind her she might have only 24 hours to do. We decided not to talk about it again.

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-Messa

Tree
 
‘Messaline’s Premium French Crucifixion Wood™’

On my catalog, I can propose these kinds of crosses :

1) The common model , Premium Oak, best finition , a very prized model and the best yield quality / price :

clear ... z-Vanpoulles3797shop1.jpg or darker ... oak-16-wall-cross_MED.jpg
2) An extra-large model, for a maximum of "comfort" :

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3) A "luxe " model, with incrustation of precious wood ( okoume ) , but obviously, very expensive ... :

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... make your choice ... newpm.gif
 
Thursday night and deep into Friday morning the three of them participated in a lust frolic with Messa knowing she would be crucified and Natasha and Roxie aware they had a 50/50 chance they could be also.

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What none of them knew would it be for twenty-four hours or the long ordeal of death on the cross. If it were to be twenty-four hours it would have behooved them rest more than they did but if it were crucifixion to death there was no reason not to enjoy their last night before their bodied were nailed to the crosses!

They had already been told that all three would carry their crosses up the hill whether or not Tash and Roxie got a favorable roll of the die. As the came out to take their crosses Roxie’s cellphone rang. She looked at who was calling and answered it…

Hi, Mom, how are you?

I’m good too, for now at least…

No, Mom, I’m not coming down with anything…

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It’s just I might be going up on something…

No, I’m not afraid of heights or airplanes. Mom, I don’t know how to tell you but just straight up. At noon today I might be crucified. What???

They are going to roll a die. If it comes up odd I’m off the ‘hook’ but if it is even I get nailed to a cross…

…no- stark naked…

Mom, catching cold is the least of my worries. It’s hot as hell here. What?

No, don’t worry about buying a casket and having funeral. If we die on the crosses we’ll be dumped naked in a pit that will be our unmarked grave.

Mom, I have to go. They are giving me my cross. Give dad my love…

Then they were given their crosses. The Premium French Crucifixion Wood™ of the crosses had been kiln-dried but the oak crosses still weight more than the women dragging the wood up the hill. Natasha led the trio with Roxie behind and Messa bringing up the rear. Messa was mortified she was allowed to bath and be perfumed…

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Tree
 
May I have a moment here before I have spikes driven through my wrists and feet?

I have no problem verifying my Premium French Crucifixion Wood™ is above reproach. But not being allowed to bathe and being crucified on a hill above one of my forests is somewhat insulting! I had visions of walking proudly to one of my crosses in Anjou escorted my friends.

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I do appreciate Roxie and Natasha accompanying me but we are to be crucified as common criminals!

-Messa

Tree
 
Natasha led the trio with Roxie behind and Messa bringing up the rear.
First two crosses look well made and premium timber, but Messa's is poorly made with what looks like rough wood. Is there skullduggery so Messa's wood fails the test, and looses the contract?
Does the just and honest Admi, her main competitor, have anything to do with this?
Can Tree cope with poor quality timber?
 
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First two crosses look well made and premium timber, but Messa's is poorly made with what looks like rough wood. Is there skullduggery so Messa's wood fails the test, and looses the contract?
Does the just and honest Admi, her main competitor, have anything to do with this?
Can Tree cope with poor quality timber?
It's just the lighting:devil::cool::doh:
 
Natasha, Roxie, and Messa drag their crosses up the hill and find their friends from supper from the night before waiting there to lend support to the women. There was also the top crew from THT, Inc. waiting for them. Tree, Gunner, and Bull were waiting for them along with nine ugly square-shanked rust covered spikes.

Tree addresses the trio saying “Before the die is rolled to see if Tash and Roxie bracket you on their crosses I need to know what you have decided. I can fix you to the cross stretched out and if the second roll condemns you the time it takes to die will be quicker.

“If I nail your wrists closer together with your knees bent you have a better chance of lasting 24 hours but if you lose the second roll you will suffer longer before you die. So before the first roll I need to know how you want me to do it.”

“We deferred to Messa’s judgement” Roxie said.

“So what is the decision?” Tree asks.

The women hugged each other for perhaps the last time.

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Messa purred “Tree, I am certain I would look spectacular stretched beautifully on a cross but how would we dance?”


Tree
 
The single die was rolled and not only was it even but it was a ‘boxcar’… number 6.

Quickly Tash and Roxie were nailed to their crosses and raised soon followed by Messa. The other ten ‘disciples’ enjoyed Madame Wu herbal tea, commenting on how beautiful Tash, Roxie, and Messa looked so beautiful nailed to their crosses.

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Barb and Thessela snuck off with the judge and the rodent for a drunken night of debauchery. Dorothy took Bull and Gunner in tow. Let us hope they survive the night with her.

Tree picked something out of the dirt… maybe cleaning up one of his cigarette butts… and staggered down the hill by himself.

I thought these guys knew what to do with my fine timber but the cross rocks with every move I make. The joint above my head groans while the square shanks of the spikes shave bone from inside my wrists and my feet when I move. I know I must look stunning but all I can see is my breasts and knees!!!

-Messa

I pour a drink and light up a Marlboro on the deck of what has become ‘Tree house France’ when Siss walks out. She has my hat and duster on and smokes a Madame Wu

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“You are the last angel I expected to see” I say.

“How did that happen?” Siss asks absently.

I dig into my pocket and pull out the dusty red die I had picked up from the dirt. I toss it on the table and it comes up six. I do it a few more times and the results are all the same.

“Christ, a loaded die!” Siss says…

Tree
 
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