It is getting close to time. I am glad the concession stands are doing well (THT, Inc. gets a cut) but the crowd is drunk and getting unruly. Bull and Gunner take positions in front of the gallows to keep the crowd at bay and help Dorothy onto the stool. On a separate step stool I do the last check of the ropes binding her wrists and shorten the length of rope for the noose. She says “I guess it’s too late to confess and do prison time.”
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“That would be a good guess, Dorothy” I reply.
“Can I still change my mind and get the butt plug?”
“You are wearing what you hang with” I said. “Besides, the crowd likes when you shit yourself. You want to make them happy don’t you?”
“It’s not my top priority, Mr. Tree” Dorothy says. I step off my stool, pick it up, and swat her ass with my free hand.
The crowd started chanting “Hang the bitch… Hang the bitch…”
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She looks over at me and asks “Where the hell did you find this stool, Mr. Tree?”
“I bought it new” I reply.
“Recently?”
“When I worked at Montgomery Ward in ‘73”
“1973 0r 1873?”
“Very funny, Dorothy; 1973, why do you ask?”
“If it’s not too much trouble could you pull the lever and get this show on the road before the damn thing collapses beneath me?” Dorothy asks.
I grab the handle and pull it towards me…
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