Barb’s short stay at the Brampton Women’s Institute for Incarceration and Termination is less than pleasant, even considering how it would end with her last dance dangling to death naked as she will be hanged by her neck. Her first visitor is a well-dressed man carrying a briefcase. Barbara asks him if he is a diplomat from her country. He says “Our country does not have diplomatic relationships with Brampton. However I do business here and our country sent payment on your body after you are hanged.”
“If I might be so bold, why are you in Brampton” Barb asks.
“I sell used airplane parts. Brampton has the largest fleet of DC-3s still in passenger service. I’d give you my card, but I don’t think you would be calling after this Saturday” he replies.
Besides the guards that seem to have a lot of time on their hands, Barbara’s next visitor wearing a shabby suit that looks like it is from the 1950s. Politeness is not one of his strong suits. He lights up a filter-less Pall Mall, takes a drag, and asks “You the Moore lady they are hanging this Saturday?”
“Yeah, I guess” Barb says without adding ‘and what are you’. “Can I help you?”
“Hang as good as you look and you’ll be just fine” he says.
“I’m sorry, we have never met” Barb says. “Do you have a name?”
“Sharp- Spike Sharp… I’m from
Crux Chronical News. I’m here to see what equipment to bring” he says.
“Equipment? For what? Are you going to hang me” Barb asks.
“Naw, I just film it” Sharp says.
“You hang as good as you look I might still make money after what they charged” Sharp says. “They say you are a famous author. Are you?”
“I’ve sold a few books” Barb says modestly.
“Good, it should draw more viewers to watch them hang you…”
Barb is handcuffed and a metal collar and chain is fastened around her neck before her visitor comes. Joan Tree, the Director of Penal Executions, comes in her cell and asks “How are you doing, Barb? Still breathing, I see.”
Barb remembers Joan from her trial. She was the woman that proudly announced Barb would be executed at the prison. Coldly Barb says “As long as your guards don’t fuck me to death before Saturday, I hope to be in good shape when you hang me.”
Joan peels off her clothes and grabs the chain pulling Barb closer. In a sultry voice she says “I hope so. Mr. Sharp paid a lot of money to film your hanging. I would hate for you to be a dud on camera.”
“Can’t promise you anything” Barb says defiantly.
“Oh come on” Joan says. “Lick my tit. I love when a condemned woman does that.”
Joan wraps her free hand behind Barb’s head and pulls her to her breast. Reluctantly, Barb licks Joan’s nipple.
“That’s good” Joan says. “I’d have liked to just tie a rope around your neck and let you take as long as it takes to strangle you, but the video crew has only so much satellite time to get their footage out. It is a shame, isn’t it, you get an old-fashioned hanging…”
Tuesday morning, Messaline shows up at the prison. She is quite excited and tells Barb “I have some great news for you!”
“You got them to call off executing me?” Barb asks.
“No silly, that would take an act of god” Messaline says.
“Messa, they are going to hang me to death this Saturday! What good news could you possibly have” Barb asks disappointedly.
Messa looks around to make sure no one is listening.
In a whisper, Messa says “I convinced them to use one of my premium French nooses when they hang you!”
“But it will still kill me, won’t it?” Barb says with great disappointment.
“Of course it will, Barbara. You
have been sentenced to death. But at least it won’t chafe your neck’s skin while you hang from it!”
Later that afternoon a uniformed policewoman comes to Barb’s cell. Barb looks confused and says “I know you from somewhere but I can’t place you.”
The woman smiles and says “I am Maggie Healey, the matron from the city jail.”
“I told you bad things would happen to you if you were convicted.”
“You did indeed. It is too bad I was sent here” Barb says. “I’d have liked to get to know you before… they…”
“Hey, I called in some ‘professional courtesies’” Maggie says proudly. “We can still get to know each other.”
“But I am filthy” Barbara says. “The guards use me whenever…”
“Shhh” Maggie says. “Let this guard clean you and make love with you.”
Maggie takes Barb to the guards’ locker room where there are actual shower stalls and bathes Barb like she has not been since her arrest. After Barb came several times, she says to Maggie “Let me lick your pussy.”
“Not here” Maggie says. “You have a cot in your cell. Let’s go there and make love.”
In the semi-dark cell, Barb and Maggie make passionate love with each other. After they came countless times, Barb says “I have a favor I have to ask you.”
Maggie says “Ask me anything.”
Barb whispers in Maggie’s ear before she says “Are you sure? Would he do it?”
“Trust me, he will” Barbara says.
“Are you sure the number is still good? He might have gotten a cell phone” Maggie says.
Barb whispers in Maggie’s ear “He’s too cheap…”
“…The number is still good.”
