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Date: Mon, 3 Sep 2001 00:04:04 -0400
From: Solon Plorry <georgearly@ca.inter.net>
Subject: Stoned Sharon
My name is Solon Plorry. I have been published a few times. As a kid i
lived as as tv for awhile; today i wish i never stopped! I like stories
with gritty realism, believable in detail, and flowing from the minds eye
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Stoned Sharon
The man shouted at the attacker! He had beaten me so bloody and laid one
last hard kick at my head before he went away to join his girlfriend, his
soft shoes making a welcome squishy noise as he faded out. I lay in the
fetal position, almost afraid to breathe. I had been beaten to within an
inch of my life, I think, and all I could do was moan. My chest felt
caved in, and pain flooded my senses. I wanted to die!
A calloused hand was on my shoulder, but I just lay there, ignoring
everything. Waves of pure pain went through me, causing weak groans that
elicited a pat from the unseen hand. It was late at night, and even if my
eyes hadn't been squeezed shut, to block out further evidence of the
horror, I probably would not have been able to see anything. I had been
kicked dozens of times, and my mouth was full of blood and smashed teeth.
I felt so stiff in places I doubted that I would ever stand up again,
much less walk, much less have sex, my basic instinct. I have been told
by numerous observers that I resemble Sharon Stone, though smaller and a
little darker haired. Sharon is my favorite actress, whose academy award
winning performance in 'Basic Instinct' is my all time favorite show.
Like Sharon, I work out, and am proud of my biceps. I can bench press a
hundred easily, without breaking wind. Now I was beaten to within an inch
of my life! I couldn't believe it!
I wanted nothing but to be left alone to die in peace, my body
decomposing until only a grinning skeleton was left in the alley! But
someone would not leave me alone. I felt hands lifting my legs, and
someone was saying "Broken?" or "token" I wasn't sure. I opened my eyes,
and reentered the world of the living. My body was a awful mess! I almost
certainly needed hospital attention, and the person who was near me was
mumbling something. I could barely hear, my head felt broken open and the
sound of wind rushing through my brains was too loud. I felt myself being
lifted. The stranger was rolling me on my back, and was trying to make
sure I was breathing okay. My nose was so smashed, I could only breathe
through my mouth, and that caused me to make a wheezy
noise....wheee...wheee....wheee in a gasping tone. When the stranger
turned me on my back, I found that I could breath through my nose! I got
a look at the man helping me, but all I saw was a blur.
Dimly I recall activity that seemed both focused on me and totally
oblivious to me at the same time. I heard murmurs, talking, and felt
myself being moved. I was in an ambulance, and I remember looking at a
determined looking man in a paramedics jacket who squatted beside me and
looked at something with his jaw clenched. The sight made me feel safe,
and I passed in and out of awareness. I remember being on a gurney,
rolling down a long hall, and fluorescent lights sliding by above me like
boxcars at a railroad crossing. I slept and awoke to a dead silence that
terrified me, then slept again. I had no idea of space or time; only that
the pain had gone away, and I was tired beyond tired! I remember a
gurgling sound that went on and on, at one point annoying me cause I had
no idea what it was. Gurgle gurgle gurgle! I slept some more.
The first real series of memories that were connected together began with
an awareness of being in a clean white crisp bed, one of those adjustable
kind that hospitals use. My head was heavily bandaged, and I still felt
stiff, but lots of my stiffness I believe was due to laying in the bed.
An orderly came along, and was going to wash my face, I think, when he
noticed I was awake. "Morning Sunshine" he said, pushing my head so my
face was looking up. His name was Gaston, which he leaned over and
mentioned to me. He was fussing around for awhile before he just seemed
to disappear, and an older woman, one of those angels of mercy type, was
there checking me. I felt tired of laying in bed, and suddenly I was wide
awake, as awake as I have ever been! There was a bustle of activity;
again strangely oblivious to me, but that every few seconds it clearly
involved me. My doctor was reviewing my case.
A couple nurses also were present. There was an involved conversation
between doc and the older nurse, and at one point Gaston was also there.
I now felt wide awake, but things were occurring so fast that I was
getting confused. Clipboards were being checked, a loud laugh shared by
everybody there, then suddenly doc was standing right over me, looking at
my face. He told me I was a very lucky young...person, with just a hint
of hesitation letting me know the doctor had seen what I was wearing
under my clothes. In the antiseptic helpful no nonsense atmosphere of the
hospital, I felt oddly shamed by having these clean, above the law people
knowing my....peculiarity. The doctor told me I was lucky that I was not
hurt much worse; the interference of the stranger may very well have
saved me from being crippled or even deceased! The doctor told me I had
suffered a slight concussion, and was battered as badly as a footballer,
but there were no broken bones. Some broken teeth had been removed, so I
would need dental work if I wanted my 'looks' restored. For all his easy
familiarity with the straight side, he seemed genuinely considerate of
someone who lived on the other! I hadn't been in hospital since
childhood, so I was truly impressed by how well I was taken care of.
I was dying for a cigarette. It was the seemingly endless hours spent
lying in the ward, waiting for my flesh to heal. Without any warning, a
man suddenly was beside me. He was about my age, maybe a bit taller,
dressed in a sportscoat with elbow patches that gave me the idea he was a
history professor. He seemed shy when he saw I was awake. He was carrying
something, in a plastic bag. He approached, and intro's himself. It turns
out he was the guy that stopped me from getting beat to death that night!
Naturally, I was thankful, and profusely I thanked him, wishing I had
some cash or something to reward him. He told me while he went to call an
ambulance at a nearby twenty four seven, someone stole my wallet! He
acted angry at himself for not taking my wallet, which contained all my
identification, to protect me! I have no credit cards. In fact, I am very
poor! My family is white trash, with little concern for one another! And
certainly none for me! I wished I could have a smoke!
The strangers name was Isaacs. He told me his name in a mumble, as if it
wasn't important. For a guy who had saved me from certain death, he came
on in a hesitant manner! I still felt bruised and hard done by from the
beating, so being deferred to was very encouraging. I realized that with
my money gone, and lacking even basic identification, I was in for some
rough nights once I was out of hospital. Isaacs stayed with me for the
entire visiting time. Since I couldn't get out to have a cigarette, he
gave me a lozenge that would dull the craving, he said. He was right! I
still wanted a smoke, but it was a desirous want, not a desperate want!
Before he left, he asked if he could visit again! I was totally alone in
the city, and even though it was hard at times to make conversation with
someone I didn't know, and who was overly considerate of me, he did help
me pass the time and he certainly encouraged me! I needed that! I told
him I'd be pleased....
Sure enough, next day, Isaacs was there, with a small gift. Cigarettes,
and a small bottle of brandy, to 'freshen my gullet' he said. He went and
got a wheelchair, and wheeled me outside on the patio for the cigarette.
That butt was delicious, as only a pack a day girl like Sharon Stone
could appreciate! Isaacs pulled out a small plastic water cup, the type
that are all over in hospitals, and extremely handy when sipping brandy.
The brandy was tart and very refreshing, with the cigarette. I couldn't
have been happier!
Isaacs was very strange. I wandered what on earth he saw in me, as part
of my face was still bandaged, and the rest was sore and swollen. I
wasn't nothing to look at, and I had nothing in the way of material
things to entice someone's interest in me. But he acted genuinely
concerned about my well being! Why? I couldn't understand why he put
himself out so much. I could understand it if he felt I was his because
of his good deed, but Isaacs constantly went further than necessary,
trying to help me and giving me ideas as to what I should do to help
myself. Eventually, half way through the second vist, I asked him why he
concerned himself with me. I realized later I should have put a lot more
thought into the question, as he resorted to stock replies- I was hurt
and need help, I was alone and needed a visitor, I was robbed and could
use assistance etcetera. It sounded very nice, and it was impossible to
refute it, but the fact was, it never answered my question!
A couple more days and the hospital told me I would be discharged. I had
no place to go, as I was between apartments when the incident happened,
so Isaac again was a godsend. He told me he would get a place for me, so
I could finish recouping my health, and apply for assistance. The
government no longer wanted to help people, but people who were assaulted
and put in hospital, then discharged, would get government help without
trouble, because it would look horrible for someone like me to end up
homeless, or living in a hostel! All this eased my mind, because I have
never been good at roughing it!
So a couple days later, the doctor told me I was discharged. Isaacs was
there to help me do the physical move. Gaston even referred to Isaacs
as my 'friend.' a couple times. I really knew nothing about him, and
figured that now that I was out and in a private place that he had access
to, the other shoe would drop. But that's not what happened. The place he
helped me move to was a bachelor apartment, as nice as anything I had
ever lived in on my own. Very clean, quiet and private. Not only that,
the rent was easily within range of my government assistance cheque.
Indeed, this upscale kind of place actually cost less then dumpy places
over by the docks I often got stuck in! Isaacs explained he knew the
owner of the building, and the rent was negotiable. It struck me that
Isaacs was a good person to have as a friend. I expected his helpfulness
to change into social visits, just chumming, but that never happened.
Once I was settled in, I very rarely saw him and then only when I called!
The injuries I suffered healed up nicely. There was one area Isaacs
insisted he be allowed to organize the fixing up of. That was the dental
work I needed, because of my shattered mouth. My government insurance
never covered dental work, false teeth and so on. Isaacs arranged for me
to see a dentist, who was part of a small group that did work for people
who lacked funds, especially crime victims. I also got several pieces of
identification restored to me, though Isaacs never told me he was
initiating action in that department. Better then that, I also received a
victim's indemnity cheque, for more money then I'd seen in years! Someone
had filled in the forms and sent them in, but it wasn't me, and Isaacs
seemed anxious to avoid talking about it! He was a real 'good
Samaritan,' in the classic sense! The better things got for me, the less
I saw him, and I realized he was trying to avoid seeing me! I was in
emotional turmoil.
Several weeks went by. My life got back on track. Indeed, things were
near perfect, and I finally had plenty of money! My good looks were
restored, and I wore my hair to my shoulders, in Sharon's latest style.
With my Chiappelle loafers, and wearing a fitted Grenville dress, under a
lovely capelet for my shoulders, I dropped into a small restaurant near
my apartment one evening. Isaacs was there, with a young friend! If he
hadn't seen me, I would have slipped away, but he saw me before I had a
chance! He smiled and waved me over, asking if he could buy the pretty
lady (me) a brandy! I was happy my cd'ing never threw him, in fact I was
very happy! He seemed slimmer then earlier, darker, like he'd been away.
I found out he was a merchant seaman, which accounted for his tan. He
said he just finished a contract in the south china sea, and was pleased
to see me. The young man he was with was just a friend, it was said, and
shortly after my arrival, the youth claimed an appointment and was
suddenly gone. I was very happy, as I thought a lot about Isaacs, and how
much I missed being around him!
For the first time since we'd met, our relationship was unencumbered by
externals, debts real or imagined. Isaacs was a dashing man, slender and
very tough, with fluid motions and the aura of someone whose way people
got out of! I was genuinely interested in him, and he seemed taken by me.
He even mentioned my looking alot like Sharon, which popped a couple
stitches (in my hosiery!) and told me indeed Stone could take a few
pointers from me! It was a nice thing to say, and I felt wonderful!
After drinks, Isaacs asked me to walk with him. We left the restaurant
and ambled towards the marina, enjoying each others company. While
smiling at one of Isaacs jokes, I saw two people whom I thought I
recognized. The guy who assaulted me, and that woman! I was dumbstruck,
staring at the duo, who were across the street and unaware of being
watched. I told Isaacs, and he went very quiet. The two moved off,
towards the park, and Isaacs grabbed my hand, pulling me as he followed
them. Before they got to the park, they turned off, into a sidestreet ,
and Isaacs let go, sprinting across the road and after them. I raced to
catch up, not sure what was happening, but not wanting Isaacs to get
involved in any violence; there were two of them after all! Somewhere
ahead of me, I heard shouts.
I turned the corner and saw the thugs. They were standing by a car, and
the smaller one had something in her hand. I remembered that me and some
guy I met had been doing exactly the same thing, breaking into cars the
night I was beaten and almost died! Before I could do anything, Isaacs
was all over them. The bigger guy, who beat me to pulp, fled shrieking
"Okay! Okay! Okay' down the street, but the other one, only got about
twenty feet before Isaacs got her, kicking her feet clean into the air!
Isaacs was like a cheeta, disappearing and suddenly appearing right
behind the guy I'm certain was the one responsible for my injuries! The
guy had stopped and tried to hide when Isaacs suddenly was on him. He
jumped up and tried to run, but Isaacs dropped him, kicking him so hard I
could hear the thudding flesh! I ran towards the fight, but Isaacs had
already left, chasing the frantic girl! I couldn't believe Isaacs, taking
revenge on my enemies. How pammy! I suddenly came upon the man I
believed tried to kill me! He looked a lot like the one, I was ready to
hit him myself, but I looked closer. No, no; he wasn't the guy, yes, no,
yea ...no I didn't think he was, being far too old, and obviously dirt
poor! I was shocked, and backed away as the poor guy hobbled off,
something inside him appeared badly broken! I turned and ran to get
Isaacs! My god I was thinking; it's not the right people!
I heard the beating before I saw it. Isaacs was standing over the girl,
who was curled up begging him to stop while he kicked her, shutting her
up! I gasped, uncertain what to do, then yelled 'Isaacs stop' when
someone bellowed 'hey!' very loudly. Isaacs kicked her one last time
before coming towards me. The sound of a man running towards us caused
Isaacs to sprint to me the last few feet, grabbing my hand and laughing
"C'mon hon!" I had no choice but to run away with him!
epilogue
The girl lying on the ground behind them was a bloody mess. Finstead
approached her, compassion filling his heart. He knelt beside the hurt
creature, who was trembling violently in pain and fear. A screwdriver lay
by her hand, and as she pleaded 'please don't!' he pocketed the burglar
tool...the poor dear didn't need any unnecessary complications at
present! As Finstead checked her, to see how gravely hurt she was, he
realized she was a transgender: but that was okay. He pocketed her
billfold, which had fallen out of her clothes. As she moaned
pathetically, his heart went out to her, smashed up and all. He was so
alone. He would care for her, until she was okay...and god help the
bastards who did this if he ever gets his hands on them!