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                           Chapter Three

                            Three Flowers

Milwaukee, Wisconsin

August 6, 1945

10:18 AM

The black guy, she’s going to see if I’m willing to fuck that black guy!” Terrified. Standing and backing away from the sofa. “I’m to get naked!” Incredulously. “You want me to tale all my clothes off, ‘now’?” Nodding her head towards the door. “For your…?” Having no idea what-for or who Roseie was.

Jerking to her feet, poking her sharply pointed fingernail into the girl’s chest leaving pin-point indentions beneath the ‘Holy Trinity’ blouse. “You ‘do’ know what this place is!” Her face inches from that of Margery’s. “ ‘Don’t you’?”

Feeling the light spray of the old lady’s saliva, smelling the strong scent of bourbon on her breath. Backing away. “Yeah…” Margery said “...I think!”

Hearing Rosie at the door. “Come on in!”

Well aware of his bosses fits of anger, often having to transmit that anger onto one of ‘House of Flowers’ clients, or every now and then onto one of the ‘flowers. Closing the door, Rosie stood with his back to it.

“No! I don’t want you to get to naked to fuck Rosie. I want you naked so we can see what you look like so we can see how we can fit you in. Got a couple old perverts that love fucking women that look like school girls! And now we’ve got a genuine, real live school girl, so ‘god-damn-it’, let’s see what a 14, uh, fifteen year old school girl looks like naked.

At near about the same time...

On the other side of the international date line.
Giving for the twenty-four hour, day before time difference

By the late morning of August fifth, the Japanese government received reports that Hiroshima had been devastated in a manner completely different from the damage caused by previous air raids. And later by intercepting a statement from U.S. President Truman on August sixth. U.S. time, the Japanese government learned that the bomb dropped on Hiroshima was an atomic bomb.

Unfortunately for Japan, Admiral Soemu Toyoda declared that quite likely there were ‘ only’ one or two atomic bombs available to the U.S. and that Japan would be able withstand the destruction they would inflict, stating that ‘there would be more destruction but ‘yes’, the war would go on.’

Milwaukee, Wisconsin

August 6, 1945

10:19 AM

Allowing those young boys to see her naked, or at least letting them see and fondle her breasts— of course, she was always naked for Tony Buzzanka —Margery would sense a moistening within her vagina while watching the enlargement and upward or, depending on the position and situation, the outward erection of their penis’.

Thinking now, if the ‘House of Flowers’ was to be her home and fucking guys for money was going to be her occupation, What the fuck! Wiggling out of the ‘Holy Trinity’ near ankle length black skirt, now standing in out of shape pink panties, her white ‘Holy Trinity’ blouse, and a bra along with bobby socks and black penny loafers.

“Got skinny thighs.”

“Yeah…” Gladdy said “... but looking at her, she’ll grow into them.”

“Her knees…? Rosie questioned.

Knowing who’d pay for those knobby knees,“Elmer Fudd still come around?”

“ ‘Elmer Fudd’?” Envisioning a short, cute, bald-headed man, Margery

questioned, “Like in ‘Loony Tunes’?”

“Yeah…” gesturing about “...around here things can sure get ‘Loony Tunes’ fast!” Thinking, They’ll add to the ‘school girl’ thing. Your knees’ll be just fine.” Making an underhanded ‘come on’ motion… “The rest!”

“Shoes and socks, too?”

“Everything.”

Knowing she was going to do it! Knowing she had to do it, stalling, sitting on the sofa Margery removed her shoes and socks, then the blouse. Now only in panties and bra. Looking from Gladdy— who nodded he head— to Rosie; reaching behind her back, unhooking it, the bra fell onto her lap.

“For a kid you’re age, you’ve great tits!” The big black man said.

“Only fifteen!” Shaking her head. “You Pollacks sure grow ‘em big, don’t you!” Motioning, “The panties, too.”

Noting the abundance of pubic hair on ‘just’ a near fifteen year old girl. “Sure as fuck…” Rosie said “...this one’s ‘at least’ part woman.

“Yeah!” Gladdy said, knowing there’ll be lots of ‘tricks’ paying good money for this pretty, big titted, knocked-kneed young ‘girly-woman.

Thinking a moment…

“Rosie, go to the dressing room and bring back those slinky, black peddle pushers and the pink ‘girly’ sailor blouse.”

Rather thrilled at the prospect. “That’s what you want me to wear?”

“Yeah. “Well for at least tonight.… You ever wear stiletto heels?”

Margery excitement heightening. Heels! She wants me to wear heels!

“No, never wore high heels at all.”

“Well, you’re going to have all day to learn.”

“You’re kind of a big girl, so I’d imagine all in medium.” Rosie said, asking, “What’s your she size?”

Loosing most of her fear of this man. “Six and a half.”

“Oh, yeah…” Gladdy said “...then call ‘Elmer Fudd’. Tell him we’ve the ‘girl’ of his dreams, that’s gonna cost him thirty-five bucks.”

Loveland, Ohio August 6, 1945 10:20 AM

With the now, publicly, informed horrors of this new destructive weapon, and the rapid shift from positive elation at the thought of this wars end; then immediately came the possibility — so Americans had been warned — that the Japanese would not surrender! That the Japanese would fight to their own death taking untold thousands of ‘our boys’ to their deaths also saturating the minds of the nine people standing about the front counter eating Viktor Johansson’s doughnuts.

Thinking, let’s save a few for the kids! “Oh, my God…” Ellen said “...the kids! They’ve been so quiet, we forgot about the kids.”

Looking towards the rear of the huge store, hidden between two rows of shelves…

The wood barrel delivered to ‘Pink’s’ late yesterday afternoon weighed fifty pounds and contained fifty pounds of assorted— on the small to medium size—nuts and bolts that had to be searched in order to sort and find the mated size, then put twenty sets of the matched size into paper bags.

Sharon, Clyde and Jymmi had made a game of it, timing themselves by Clyde’s watch to see how many sorted bags they could each put together in ten minutes, and had been so quiet…

“Hey, kids…” Malcolm called “...uncle Vic’s brought doughnuts! Wanna take a break?”

Immediately came three syncopated “Yeahs!” that — as though the release of three tightly wound springs— “doughnuts”’ the three sprung onto their feed racing to he counter as...

On the other side of the international date line.

Faced with the prospect of an invasion of the Home Islands, Japan's last source of natural resources—the ‘War Journal of the Imperial Headquarters’ concluded: “We can no longer direct the war with any hope of success. The only course left is for Japan's ‘one hundred million’ people to sacrifice their lives by physically charging the enemy with sharpened bamboo spears to make the Americans lose the will to fight.

Milwaukee, Wisconsin August 6, 1945 10:21 AM

She’d been given a document to sign swearing that she was over eighteen years of age, being born on June 2, 1927 , along her ‘working girl’ list of charges for ‘services rendered’; after receiving her skimpy, ‘for business’ clothing and — so quickly discovered— extremely hurtful, foot pinching, painful stiletto heels, along also her own ‘bed/fuck room’ stocked with tree sets of clean bedding, to be changed after each coital encounter because, as Miss Gladdy had told her, ‘The House of Flowers’ is a clean ‘house.’

11:35 AM

Changing into blue jeans and a summer weight blouse, about to toss her ‘Holy Trinity’ clothing into the waste paper basket, however thinking that in her new persona she might be able to use them, instead hung them onto a hanger and into the closet.

12:05 PM

Miss Gladdy unwilling to have her flowers roaming the neighbourhood looking for food, Margery had been informed by Rosie that ‘The House of Flowers’ did serve three prepared meals a day.

In the kitchen at this time, Margery Binkowski met two of her nine house-mates at the ‘house’s’ broadcasted lunch call officiated and operated by Rosie, the food of which, so Margery had thought, Was pretty good!

Over lunch, the two women she’d met— ‘Lilac’, an extremely large busted, hard faced, fairly, at least at one time, attractive, thirty-four old bleached blonde. And ‘Iris’, an attractive, gray haired, forty year old ‘motherly’ type that, once the three began talking— among other things — Iris told Margery that, “You’d be surprised at the amount of grown men that have fantasies of ‘fucking’ their own mother... or an ‘older’ women.” Giggling, “That’s where I come in! ‘Me’, the ‘old lady’ motherly type.”

“You have children?” Margery asked.

Sipping the last of her coffee. “Me, have kids? Nah!”

Earlier...

That morning, all nine flowers had been informed that a new girl would be joining the bunch today, and that they should be nice to her.

“ ‘Nice…’” ‘Zinnia’ (Zinnie)— tall and thin, the nineteen year old woman appearing to be breastless— facetiously said “...We’re ‘always’ nice! Ain’t we ladies?”

“Yeah, Rosie…” Camellia (Cammy) — the huge, black woman, loudly agreeing. “...we’re ‘always’ nice!”

12:05 PM

The seven remaining women she’d meet that night when all the ‘flowers’ were on display, to be seen and chosen; for usually three sessions night..

“How do I know what to charge?”

“Rosie…” Iris asked “...or Gladdy give you a ‘fuck’ sheet.?”

“Yeah. I took a fast look, but how and when do I tell the guy?”

Noting the projection of Margery’s breasts straining against the light weight material of her blouse, wondering if the young girl would be giving her competition in the ‘tit’ department,“You’re really new at this, ain’t you?” Lilac asked.

“Well…” going to the sink, taking a glass of water “...never asked anyone to pay me for it before.”

“First thing, always try to figure the trick’s attitude…” Lilac said “... and if he seems to be a calm guy, ask him what he wants. You know, just to see and suck your tits, or a blow-job, or if he wants to fuck and what’ll it cost; or if the trick seems okay, just let him lead the way, then let him know how much you charge for whatever time you spent.”

“What if there’s a problem, and he objects to what I tell him?”

“Notice that red button on the phone thing?” Iris asked. “ ‘Any’ sign of trouble, give it a slap and Rosie’ll be there in a flash.”

“Then, after you two are done with whatever he wants, write it out on one those ‘receipt’ sheets and Rosie will collect the trick’s cash on his way out.”

“Gladdy never said, but how much do we make?”

“Actually, it’s pretty neat here…” Iris said “...we’re commissioned.”

“We’re on a ‘commission’? How’s that work?”

“After we close down for the night, Gladdy collects the receipts from Rosie and figures how much cash each of us brought in for the day, then on Sunday morning we get our thirty percent for whatever we’d charged for, for that week.”

“Only ‘thirty percent’ and they…” motioning about “...get seventy!”

“Never been on the street, have you! Let me tell you…” Lilac said “… we’ve got it good here: A warm, clean house…”

Interrupting. “And three decent meals a day the house pays for.” Iris added.

Interrupting Iris.“There’s also security from the cops Gladdy pays for, and having Rosie here in case...”

“And ‘no one’ wants to tangle with Rosie!”

“Trust, me, all of us here feel we’re getting our… or rather the ‘tricks’ moneys worth here.”

Asking her last question: “Seems like everyone here’s got a phony name, and, I think, the, uh, customers, too. Why’s that?”

“Security. Other than Gladdy and Rosie, no one here knows anyone’s real name, not even the tricks real name, and when you start to build up some, uh, repeat business…” Lilac said “...they’ll call to make an appointment with, uh…”

Realizing she hadn’t given her ‘given’ name: “ ‘Pansy’.” Margery said. “My name’s ‘Pansy’.”

“ ‘Pansy’? Fits.” Iris said.

“I’m Pansy, and tonight I’m supposed to meet…” Laughing “... ‘Elmer Fudd’.”

“ ‘Elmer’! I ain’t asking, but you sure look young enough.”

“Elmer’s a good trick, you’ll like him, and it’s smart, Gladdy hooking you up with him your first time.”

“Again, ain’t asking...”Lilac asked “...but Elmer ‘will’ be your first trick?”

“You mean that I get paid for doing it? Yeah, he is.”

“Looking like you look...”Iris said “.. it sure as hell won’t be your last.”

On the other side of the international date line. Giving for the one day time difference: August 6, 1945

On the day immediately following the atomic bombing of Hiroshima, Emperor Hirohito and the Japanese military did not publicly respond, still holding on to their four conditions for ending the war: ‘preservation of the imperial institution, leaving demobilization in the hands of Japanese headquarters, no foreign occupation of the Home Islands, Korea or Formosa, and delegating the punishment of war criminals to the Japanese government.

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                                 Chapter Four

                                    A DirtyTrick