Lights turn on and someone is walking up the gallows’ steps. I groan “Bull, just pull the lever. I can’t do another 18 hours.”
“I ain’t Bull and I’m not pulling the lever.”
“Tree? What are you doing here?” I ask.
“Bull needs to get his ‘beauty rest’. I’m doing this shift of water. You don’t expect him to stay up 24 hours a day, do you?” he replies.
“But you expect me to stand here for 36 hours” I hiss back. “Look, I am tired, hungry and bored and I need to take care of the Joan Tree horny potion thing so badly I even offered to let Bull fuck me. Let’s call it a night, OK?”
“You know all you have to do is finger clit and say three times ‘I want to cum’” Tree says as he scoops ice out of a cooler then fills it with straight Seagram’s.
“Really fucking funny, Tree, I would have by now if I could reach it” I scowl.
I’m pleased my plan is working better than I thought. The mind-fuck is part of the training. I decide to stay with her a while and push the lever to reset the pins and set the safety so the trap can’t drop. She gasps as I walk onto the platform and cries “Get back! You’re going to make it drop!”
“Relax, Barb, I locked it.”
“Then why the hell is it still moving?”
“It’s been there at least 15 years. The nails have elongated the holes and the wood has shrunk” I tell her.
“Well who the hell built this piece of shit? I could have done better!”
“I built it. I’ll invite you out when it gets replaced. Speaking of shit, you haven’t” I say.
“And I’m not going to!” Barb says angrily.
“Whatever you want, Barb. Do you want to?”
“Fuck you, Tree, I’m not telling you a damn thing!” she yells at me.
‘Fair enough’ I think. Barb starts to jump up down on the trap’s platform. I ask her what the fuck she is doing. She turns and screams at me “I am tired of your fucking games! I’m not going to shit for your perverse pleasure! I’m going to jump on this damn thing until fucking thing opens!”
“I never took you for a quitter. But jump all you want. I set the safety lock” I tell her. She stares down the dark main street. I watch her breasts heave with each deep angry breath. After a while I say to her “Your only way out of the game is to hang yourself. I’ll make it easy on you and pull the lever halfway back and take off the safety. Is that what you want?”
Goddamn it, he knows how to push my buttons! I do not quit! He stays with me quite a while. I ask him if he is going to do my crucifixion. He tells me the rules say he cannot but he will be there to coach the crew. I ask “What the hell can a coach do to help me win a medal?”
“I helped write the rules. I know how to break them” he tells me.
I think for a few minutes and say “Don’t you dare get me disqualified when I win, Tree!” -Barb
Tree
“I ain’t Bull and I’m not pulling the lever.”
“Tree? What are you doing here?” I ask.
“Bull needs to get his ‘beauty rest’. I’m doing this shift of water. You don’t expect him to stay up 24 hours a day, do you?” he replies.
“But you expect me to stand here for 36 hours” I hiss back. “Look, I am tired, hungry and bored and I need to take care of the Joan Tree horny potion thing so badly I even offered to let Bull fuck me. Let’s call it a night, OK?”
“You know all you have to do is finger clit and say three times ‘I want to cum’” Tree says as he scoops ice out of a cooler then fills it with straight Seagram’s.
“Really fucking funny, Tree, I would have by now if I could reach it” I scowl.
I’m pleased my plan is working better than I thought. The mind-fuck is part of the training. I decide to stay with her a while and push the lever to reset the pins and set the safety so the trap can’t drop. She gasps as I walk onto the platform and cries “Get back! You’re going to make it drop!”
“Relax, Barb, I locked it.”
“Then why the hell is it still moving?”
“It’s been there at least 15 years. The nails have elongated the holes and the wood has shrunk” I tell her.
“Well who the hell built this piece of shit? I could have done better!”
“I built it. I’ll invite you out when it gets replaced. Speaking of shit, you haven’t” I say.
“And I’m not going to!” Barb says angrily.
“Whatever you want, Barb. Do you want to?”
“Fuck you, Tree, I’m not telling you a damn thing!” she yells at me.
‘Fair enough’ I think. Barb starts to jump up down on the trap’s platform. I ask her what the fuck she is doing. She turns and screams at me “I am tired of your fucking games! I’m not going to shit for your perverse pleasure! I’m going to jump on this damn thing until fucking thing opens!”
“I never took you for a quitter. But jump all you want. I set the safety lock” I tell her. She stares down the dark main street. I watch her breasts heave with each deep angry breath. After a while I say to her “Your only way out of the game is to hang yourself. I’ll make it easy on you and pull the lever halfway back and take off the safety. Is that what you want?”
Goddamn it, he knows how to push my buttons! I do not quit! He stays with me quite a while. I ask him if he is going to do my crucifixion. He tells me the rules say he cannot but he will be there to coach the crew. I ask “What the hell can a coach do to help me win a medal?”
“I helped write the rules. I know how to break them” he tells me.
I think for a few minutes and say “Don’t you dare get me disqualified when I win, Tree!” -Barb
Tree
