Chapter 5

Investigation

Calling services at this time was out of question; the police department would only ask embarrassing questions and begin their research after 48 hours. So Anthony went back outside to look for tire tracks. They were there, a smaller vehicle. Sarah was the first name that came to mind. He went back into the house looking for evidences of struggle.

First, he wondered if the front door was locked. He remembered that the lock did not click open when he had inserted the key. So, it must have been unlocked. Then he went into the shop where Carol must have been making latex garments. Her luncheon food was half eaten, the pot of glue was left uncovered, a “no no” in this manufacturing process. He looked for furniture out of place; there was none. He also inspected the bathroom downstairs and upstairs. “Maybe she had to go before leaving” he thought. Indeed, on the mirror of the upstairs bathroom she had written with her lipstick “Hold up, Sar  “ The name was not completed. Some of her hair was on the steps going down; there were marks of struggle… The entrance rug was sideways, she had to be dragged down and on the floor because some of the knick knacks had been disturbed.

Anthony reopened the main door to look for tracks from that angle. He could see that she had been dragged on the mud. He moved his truck off the entrance driveway. This was even more evident. Just for the record, he took pictures of everything he had found. “So” he said to himself, “she has been gone for about five hours”. He took his camera and a hand gun, took some of Carol’s normal clothing, just in case she was abducted dressed in latex, and drove back to town. The fifteen miles seemed endless. He parked two blocks away from Sarah’s apartment that was located on Woodmere Street in the Woodmere Complex. Her apartment was on the ground floor facing away from the street. She had a patio in front of her sliding glass window.

It was almost dark, so he did not approach the building, for he could be observed. He went back to his truck, sat in it and waited. He observed every vehicle passing down Woodmere Street, and every pedestrian. At dusk the city street lights went on. Other vehicles parked in front and back of his. It was good this way; he felt that he would be less noticed. When the night had set, he approached the apartment from the back side. The curtains were pulled shut. There was light in there. As he got closer, he could hear moans. He squatted behind the bar-b-cue and glued his ear to the glass. He heard Sarah’s voice : “You, slut, if you think I am going to let you off this way, trust me, I shall make you pay for every single orgasm you had with him.” He heard the whip snap and the painful reaction of Carol through a gag of course: mmmmphmmmmphphphmmm! She was hurt.

“Ok! In five minutes you are in for another one of these. It will last and last until I am SA-TIS-FIED, slut!”

Anthony had to hold on to the wall not to smash the window. On one hand he knew he could not trespass, - which he technically was - and on the other, he knew that this thing had to be kept as quiet as possible. An idea formed in his mind. It came real quick. His friend, the mechanic had a tow truck. He could call him, and pass the call to the caretaker, signal a violating vehicle in the parking lot – Sarah’s - and have it moved away. He went to the caretaker’s apartment to meet him. “With a twenty bill, he’ll do it.”

He answered at the door. Charlie Dawson was his name.

“Charlie, I have an unconventional favour to request from you, can we talk outside?”

“Yes, let me take my coat.”

Moments later they were on the street, and Anthony explained to him that one of his tenants was unstable and involved in some weird thing called bondage without the other’s consent. Charlie raised his eyes.

“This conversation is not taking place, you understand.” Anthony slipped in Charlie’s hand the twenty dollar bill. “I want to take care of it myself and not hurt your tenant, the reputation of this neighbourhood, and free the person in there without any noise. Believing it is a matter for the police would only alert the press; it would be a mess you and I do not want, especially at this stage and for the reputation of everyone.”

“So what do you expect from me?”

“Two things ! Call Frank at the Facelift Bodyshop and tell him that you have been told of a car that has been there for days, with License plate number 240 WTH 77, a blue Nissan. Ask him to remove the car to the municipal car lot by the dump. Tell him to pass at your place first for the cash. Here is fourty. What I need also is your master key which I will drop in your mail box before tomorrow morning.”

“Which tenant is it?”

“I repeat, this conversation has not happened. It is better for you not to know. Here, I'll dial Facelift.”

The caretaker did a pretty good job convincing the owner to come right away. Just at that moment another tenant could not find a space in the lot and parked on the lawn. So, it stood to reason that one of the cars had to be removed. A few minutes later the truck appeared. It was an employee of Facelift at the wheel.

“Turn off your flashers and do your work quietly” asked Charlie “or the whole neighbourhood will be out here in two minutes. He did. “Here is forty. It is in the second parking lot over there on the left.” Five minutes later, the truck was gone with Sarah’s car on it.

Anthony came back to Charlie who felt a bit strange. “OK now ! Thank you for the key. Just sleep well. It never happened. NEVER! You don’t know anything!”

Anthony hopped in his truck and went to Facelift Bodyshop. “Frank, do me a favour will you. Call the lady at this number and inform her that her car has been towed to the municipal car lot. Tell her that there might have been a confusion with another car, and offer her to take her there right away to get her car back. You see, I need some time. I don’t want to give you details now, because I want to keep this quiet and… dignified… if you know what I mean. Just don’t give her any detail on the phone call you received before either. Tell her that you have an apprentice and there was an error on his part and that he cannot bring it back from there. She must be present. That’s the law.”

“Ok! Anthony! I’ll do it because of you!”

“You earned yourself a steak dinner.” Frank smiled. “Just remember, once she is in the truck, take lots of time. Inspect her car there, etc. Make phony phone calls. I’ll call you in a few minutes. My name is Josephine; I need a tow service on 3405 Jefferson East. Drive by there on the way. I’ll call you back that I could start the car after all.”

“I get the jist”.

“Call her in five minutes or so. Don’t delay. Thank you. Oh yes! give me a call on my cellular when she is on her way back to her apartment.”

They shook hands. Frank knew that Anthony was not joking. He would tell him in time what did truly happen; at the steak dinner probably. From behind a tree Anthony watched Frank’s car pull in and Sarah getting out of her apartment. She was visibly upset. Frank held the door of his van opened for her and took his time to drive off. He was used to angry clients.

Anthony wasted no time to go to the apartment entrance door and opened it. He walked in a room that was overheated. Moans could be heard from one of the bedrooms. He dashed there, turned the lights on. Carol was tied naked to a cross, facing the wall, gagged, with red and blue whip marks on her back, buttocks thighs and calves. Anthony was horrified. He snapped a couple of pictures for the record. He did not wait to free her. She just slumped down in his arms. He managed to sit her on a chair, free her mouth from the gag. She was crying.

“Hurry, put these clothes on. We only have a few minutes before she’ll be back. Carol went to the bathroom to wash her face. She had whip marks in front too. She got dressed in spite of the pain. Then, all of a sudden, she was full of energy.

“I cannot leave here without letting her know something. Dad, go to your truck and wait for me. I know it hurts but I’ll be ok.”

“I am parked three hundred feet to the left as you go out – this way – remember! You only have ten minutes, fifteen on the outside. Here, I open the sliding glass door. You can always run out if she gets in by the main door. Just watch the lighting. She left you in the dark. Hurry and be very careful. When she comes back, she will be livid mad.”

Anthony walked out of the apartment. He did not want to be seen either. In the truck, he waited. He remembered to call Frank and told his Josephine story. “Here we gain another ten minutes”. It seemed to last forever. After a while, he made the second Josephine phone call. A quarter of an hour later, he was about to go and fetch Carol when he saw her running towards the truck. She had Sarah’s whip in her hand and a bag probably with the clothes she was wearing at mid day. He started the engine and quietly moved toward her, headlights turned off. She hopped on board, sat on the front seat, laid down, and screamed, “Oh, I got her in a fix! I hate that witch!” Then she cried and cried. She was in shock. Anthony stopped by the mailbox of the caretaker and dropped in the master key.

“What did you do during all that time?” he asked after a few miles.

“Let me take my breath and let’s go home. I’ll tell you after I take a shower and you nurse my wounds. I am in pain, dad. She is completely crazy, this slut. She is so jealous of me that she said she wanted to kill me slowly and you too. I believe that she would do it. Something has snapped in her head… I can’t think that you were a friend of hers…Dad, hide me for the next few days, will you?”

Carol started to moan as she became more aware of her pain. Now the truck was climbing the dirt road leading to Anthony’s house. He had just lifted Carol from the truck to the living-room sofa when Frank called.

“You know that witch?” he asked.

“I did not know she was so witchy. It has appeared today only.”

“We need to eat that steak, because I have to let you know what she says about you, Anthony. I’ll be darned. Either you are in trouble, or she is crazy. May be both. The last option seems right to me, because I know you.”

“Well, Frank, make me a favour. Just keep it under the rug until steak time. It will all make sense to you. She is a sick lady.”

“I hope so. Sick she is! She wanted to kill you. She was screaming like a dying pig.”

“Thank you for the help. It was very important. You saved a life.”

“You’re welcome… Oh ya?...I’ll be darned! …. Bye!”

Cats’ fight

Carol was lying naked on a towel covered bench. Anthony had given her two pills of the strongest pain killer he still had from his wife’s prescription. He covered her breasts and privates. “Would you allow me to make pictures of your scars just in case?”  

With a Q-tip he now was working salve in the worst of her wounds and bandaging some others. “Tell me, Carol, what did you do to her apartment?”

“After what she did to me, I am feasting on my vengeance. When you left for your truck, I was in such a rage – surge of adrenaline, I guess - that I went to the bathroom, found her lipstick and wrote on the mirror and tiled walls “Rubber Slut”. On her pillow I wrote “You’re a goner”. Then, I found in her latex closet a kit where she had a large can of glue, a brand new one. Oh my!  I opened that rubber glue and went to work. First, I wanted to take all her latex clothes and throw them all over the street, but I piled them in her bath tub instead, because I felt you might want to save some of her dignity. I unravelled toilet paper rolls in it too, and filled the tub with water. It will take her hours and a huge amount of talcum powder to put all these clothes back in the closet. But with the glue, imagine, I glued all her cosmetics to the shelf, every closet and every drawer shut, in the bathroom, in the kitchen, in her bedroom. I glued all her shoes to the floor.”

Anthony laughed.

“ I glued her pillow to the bed. I glued the bathroom door shut. She cannot go in and shit. I glued the front door, put the latch on, glued it. I glued all the doors inside the apartment, I glued the telephone, disconnected it, glued the plug and reconnected. I glued three pans on her stove, a rubber underwear in the middle of the cross and put a note, “Kiss it”. Finally, on my way out to the patio, I glued the sliding door, shut it, I glued the cover to her garbage can, and turned the can of glue upside down in the bar-b-cue outside after gluing the cover to it. But I respected her cello because you have one. I was tempted though. At this time, she cannot even enter her place. She’ll need tools and assistance. All the curtains are open. Oh! Sweet vengeance! I worked hard and non stop! I did not have to even think. I could have made it ten time worse, but… that’s enough… for this time.”

Anthony could not believe that this little woman could have done so much in so little time. He remembered that she lived in poverty for most of her life, and he knew that you don’t mess with people who always had to defend themselves.

“Dad, don’t answer her phone calls, please. Let the voice mail box take up the messages for a couple of weeks. She is up to no good. You see, with such people, you have to hit harder than they do. It’s all a matter of power. If she lays hold of me again, I’m telling you, she will be in deep trouble because I’ll glue her vagina and her labia shut, and slip rubber pants on her to make sure it hurts real bad when she takes them off.” Carol was still on the vengeance binge. With such wounds and scars, no wonder.

At long last all the scars were tended, and Anthony gave her a strong sleeping pill to knock her out for the night. He did not know what to tell Franca because that incident would surely delay production for some time. When he had secured his house, put his truck into the garage, he went to bed. Carol was out like a light. She did not even move. Her breathing was all right. The wounds were only superficial, but it would take weeks for the scars to go. “Well, it is all on records.”

Who is the criminal?

Anthony could not sleep. He was tired but he had seen and done too much in too little time. It was about two AM; his heart was racing. He got up, and sat down in the rocker by the window. The ambers in the fireplace were whistling gently. The snow was almost gone, but nights were still quite cold, especially with the wind. The moon was up, not quite full, but almost. He noticed a car driving up to his house. Its lights were off. It was a small vehicle. Instantly he went for his clothes, his tiger one piece hunting suit, plunged his feet into his boots always at the ready, grabbed a flash light and the whip Carol had brought along. He stuffed the house keys in his pocket and grabbed also his camera. One never knows.

By the time he was locking the door, the car’s engine had stopped running. It was parked at about 100 yards from the house. Slowly, the driver… Sarah, came out. Anthony was looking at her hidden in the shade of some brush. She had a heavy bag with her. She approached his house, resting every twenty yards or so. She did not go towards the entrance door, but to the other side, by the deck. She went into the shade where the light of the moon could not reach out to her. Still there was enough light to see that she was about to no good.

On tip toes, Anthony got nearer. When his nostrils caught the smell of gas, he acted very quickly, snapped three pictures that blinded Sarah. He dropped the camera, lunged at her, wrapped the whip around her chest and dragged her fifty yards away on the strength of his adrenaline. It happened so quickly that Sarah did not have the time to even say a word or offer any resistance. There he dropped her back on the road like a potato sack and checked her pockets for weapons. He only found a cigarette lighter, her car keys and other insignificant things. He grabbed the whip again and dragged her to the car, opened the door.

He slipped off the whip from around her, cracked it in the air. “Sarah, listen to me!” He cracked it again. “You think you love me, but it is not true. You love yourself! You are out of control. You could be locked up in the Looney house for what you did tonight… Are you listening? Carol is in great emotional need for a dad. You have destroyed my work so far. Do you understand? DESTROYED HER because your bitterness is destroying YOU! Stop this nonsense! We might have cello lessons again. But you MUST STOP what you are doing.”

A good sign : she started to cry. Anthony let her go through with it, but he had no pity whatsoever. She was like a naughty girl who needed a physical correction and wanted it.

Slowly, she picked herself up. He cracked the whip again. “Don’t pull any funny thing again. Yes, you can be mad at me, but I am glad I found now who you are. Don’t come back until I tell you. Is that clear?” She nodded her understanding. “Go to your apartment, sleep, work hard, play cello, and take walks on the other side of town for at least four months, until your anger becomes manageable. Do what is right for a change!”

She answered nothing. She started her car, turned around and coasted down the hill. She knew there was a record of her wanting to burn up Anthony’s house. She had no defence. At least he did not close his door to her forever. She gave herself some time to realize that she had lost, and very stupidly at that. Her compulsion of controlling others’ lives was at the foundation of all that misery. It was not the first time that she had failed due to this, but it was the worst of her failures. She stopped the car and had another cry.

When he was sure that the car was nowhere in sight, Anthony went under the deck to see what was there. He did not dare turn the flash light, for the smell of gas was intense. He set it away between two rocks, and saw that she had spilled a couple of gallons of gas on ground. He closed the jerry-can tight and went into the house for a few buckets of hot water with plenty of suds. He fetched a couple of sand bags in the garage and poured all of it on that spot, mixing the soil and the sand with a shovel.

“Only two hours of sleep! What a night!” But he did sleep and did not even hear the alarm clock. It was nine AM when the light of day pulled him onto his feet. Carol was still sleeping deeply. She had not moved an inch. He did not disturb her.

In his pyjamas he called Central. Nothing to signal. He called Frank; he was not there and would call back. He called Franca and told her what happened. “We told you; she was not for you; you are a good man!” She decided to bus down the day after to comfort Carol and also to start the training of Mrs. Gomez.

He dressed up, went outside to inspect his work. It still smelled of gas, but it was bearable and could not be flamed any longer. He grabbed a wheelbarrow, and shovelled in the gas soaked soil and sand. He brought it far away from the house. He worked at it for about an hour. Frank called back and they decided to have the steak at lunch at Anthony’s house.

In his head he was trying to imagine what Sarah could do to him still. She only had herself to live with, and it would take her a few days to have her apartment back in shape from Carol’s glue reprisals. Right now, he felt like lying low and let time bring its silts to smooth out these events. Sarah would not call the police, neither the caretaker. She would clean up and repaint things herself. By the morning end, Anthony started on the steak and all the trimmings. Carol woke up, but she could hardly walk. He gave her some water and a couple more pills to sleep on. That worked. Anthony knew she would be out until 4 PM or so.

Frank arrived, and the cold beers were waiting for him. Dinner served, the talk started.

“So, Anthony, that bitch almost took me to be you. I could not shut her up and make her understand it was an honest mistake. She was in a hurry. Then Josephine called.” Frank rolled his eyes to the ceiling. “We made the detour. Then she called again. So we had to drive back towards the municipal car lot. I have the key to the gate, understand. But it took me a good five minutes to locate it. When she was in her car I told her, “Hey, lady, wait! I want to see if you have scratches or marks on this car, because if you do, I’ll fix them free of charge to you. I want to take responsibility for our mistake; that’s good business!” She stopped, looked at me and said, “I apologize for my behaviour and for what I said. Could you forget it all?” Of course” I answered ”that’s part of my business too.” She was relieved. I think she was terribly nervous and guilty as hell for saying all she did about you.”

“OK” answered Anthony, “what did she say about me? Spill it all out, after that you can forget it.”

“She talked about music lessons, is it true?”

“Yes, it is. She taught me cello”

“She said she was in love with you, and you with her.”

“The first part is true. I had mixed feelings about her.” Inside his heart, Anthony knew that if that was truly the case, he had not been clear enough with Sarah. Was he to blame for his mixed signals after all? He shoved the question on the waiting pile to take it up at a later time.

“She said that you rescued the three victims of the plan crash, and that you hosted them for a couple of weeks.”

“Did she tell you that it was her initiative, that my house was her idea, and that she wanted to make money from them as a physiotherapist?”

“No, none of that. I’ll be darned. So that left you with having to make the hard decisions and harbour these three women without a therapist?”

“You said it. Only one could assist and she carried it out with the others until one was travel worthy. That’s when she got mad jealous and abducted the third one. I searched for that young lady suspecting that she had been abducted. She has been roughed up. It’s not bad enough for the hospital, and I don’t want it on the news at all. You understand why I had to scheme my way in and out, and why I needed you tow that car away - by mistake, we understand. Now come with me, I want to show you something.”

Anthony brought Frank outside where “the witch” had come with the gas, and explained to him how he had caught her.

“I’ll be darned!” Frank exclaimed repeatedly. “She is dangerous.” 

“Well, I talked to her after that; she will calm down. I’ll give her time and space to think. She is not stupid, just out of control.”

“You know what? Let me call her tomorrow, and ask her to come over the shop so that I can look again to her car under the pretext that I want to check for any damage we might have done. It’s a pretty recent car. She will talk to me, and I’ll try to put some sense into her stormy brain. My office worker is a widow, and they could help each other. She is a woman with lots of common sense.”

“I can’t thank you enough, Frank.”

Convalescence

When Carol woke up, he talked her into going with him to the horses. He wrapped her in a sleeping bag, carried her to the truck, loaded a lounge chair in the back and they went to the stables. On the way, Anthony told her about the coming of Franca, how he had located Carmen Gomez to learn the trade, and what Carol’s place would be as first seamstress of the company. She felt reassured. He said nothing about Sarah’s attempt to burn down his house, nor about how he rescued her.

The afternoon sun was still high at that time, and Carol warmed up in its rays, and even went to sleep for a bit. She loved to watch the horses, and her dad, of course. She was telling herself how strong he was to rescue her from that place. She knew that he would not leave her out of sight, and that suited her fine.

After the horses, they went to the bus stop; Franca’s arrival was due for 7 PM. “I’ll pick up some pizza on the way back” Anthony told her.
That evening by the fireplace life was quiet again. Nothing was said about production. Anthony and Franca attended to Carol’s scars. He commented on the improvements he could already see. Franca said nothing. She wiped tears from time to time. The sight of Carol in such shape was a shock. Then he lifted her and brought her to bed and gave her a sleeping pill. Everyone was tired. The two girls slept together. By early morning hours, Carol had nightmares, violent ones. It was to be expected. He woke up at her cries. Franca and he did their best to calm her down. Then she went to sleep like a log again and did not get up for breakfast.

The appointment with Mrs. Gomez was for 2 PM this afternoon. At 5 PM she had to work her shift as a waitress at the truck stop until midnight. That would give Franca just enough time to explain to her the business, and train her on some easy cutting and gluing. The following day Mrs. Gomez had more time and could be trained further. Franca had cut a certain number of easy standard size garments, and wanted her to construct them. They were destined to clients. She arranged with Anthony to pick up that production and have Carol check on the workmanship before shipping them off. All went according to plan, and Franca was delighted when she boarded the 6:30 AM bus on Sunday. A week later, Mrs. Gomez quit her job at the truck stop; she had received enough pre cut garments, tools and supplies for two weeks full time work.

The shock of this experience was such that Carol was scared to even stay at Anthony’s. For weeks she had recurring nightmares and it took a lot of patience and care. Anthony could not stop working however. So he secured the house, purchased a trained dog, gave her a cellular phone with a special alarm button.

After some time, one thing she wanted again before night time were her bloomer pants with jell and the gentle rub of his hand in her crotch and on her breasts. This massage became a ritual, for it would relax her for a better night of sleep. He noticed that the aloe jell was also healing her wounds. So he dressed her into a catsuit coated with it. He gave her long massages with a gentle vibrator when she could stand it. When she could climax again, that helped her off her anxieties. The wounds turned from red and blue to green and yellow, then pale yellow, and disappeared.

However, the psychological trauma would take much longer. That is where Anthony understood the blessing of tender loving care with latex. The more of it he gave her, the better she felt. Little by little, he would smother her in latex before going to sleep. She wore her catsuit for some time for she felt protected. On top of that she would put on her normal baby doll and bloomer pants, then she would wrap in a latex bathrobe made of transparent material with frills all over. She would also put a frilly night bonnet. From time to time, she would ask Anthony to zip her up in her pink sleeping bag. It had a hood affixed to it that covered her entire head, her neck, ears, forehead and chin. Her mouth, nose and eyes were visible. Then she wanted the bonnet on top of that. She was so isolated from him, and yet she felt close. Anthony knew that he only could communicate to her through the vibrator. She loved it, of course. She was so fragile, however. She never had enough protection and wanted to be cuddled like a baby. This need came in a variety of ways, not unlike waves: needs of being tickled, or hugged, or held for a little time, all the way to an all night cuddling.

She accompanied Anthony in most of his rides; she did not want to leave him at all. After some time, she felt more secure and stayed at home. That happened when she could start making latex clothes again. When Anthony returned from work, she was always hungry to be cuddled. He enjoyed doing that to her, and she knew it. The bonding between the two grew even stronger. Her relationship with the dog helped her immensely, for she could give attention to this animal who returned it right away. She called him Rambo. Rambo did not mind the smell of latex. In fact he did not mind sniffing and licking on some clippings that fell from the production table. One night, after putting Rambo in the garage where he always slept, she said to Anthony. “It is my turn to smother you in latex. It feels so good. Let yourself go and enjoy.”

He knew that the page was turning. He accepted. She was an expert. She arranged an air mattress in front of the fireplace, and brought latex sheets, a catsuit for him, lots of jell, and other things too. Once he was dressed, she put on him a rubber mask that blinded him totally, and a second one. Slowly but surely she excited his penis to full erection and at long last got him to cum four times that evening. Recoveries were slower to come, but she did not mind.

“I love to feel your penis, Anthony; holding it is like having it in me. In fact, I am going to put a long dildo that will make me think it is you; here it is, feel it.” Anthony would feel that massive dong with his hand and how it would vibrate in her. “Now, let me put you in my soaking vagina”. She would make all kinds of movements and screams in the process and describe her feelings “Here is the switch for the vibrator of the dildo. It is radio activated. You control my orgasms. He did just that.

Around midnight Carol suggested, “Let’s go to bed now. I’ll put it all in the tub, and dry it off tomorrow.” They undressed. She gave him a pair of lose rubber pants filled with jell. “Put this on; I want you in these.” She slept as close to him as she could. Anthony’s pants allowed her to hold and massage his penis until morning. Anthony had not felt better in a long time. From that time on these latex pants along with a living latex clad hungry for sex “doll” became a standard bed time tradition.

Franca started shipping orders to Carol again. Work was good for her mental balance; it occupied her mind. Her hands found its skills again. In a matter of a month, production had doubled between the two seamstresses. Carol got the complicated garments and Mrs. Gomez the simple ones. Anthony knew that Carol was truly healing from that abuse when she started to dress up in latex clothes every day.

There were ups and downs however. Carol would call him on his cellular several times a day, and ask him where he was, what he was doing. “I have urges between my legs” she would often confide, “when will you be back?” Sometimes, he would surprise her by coming back earlier than he had told her. She was making sure for her own security. Time was smoothing the past. “Nothing like love” Anthony concluded, “… and latex sex, with it.” He wondered if he was becoming a latex addict, or if it was his love for Carol that mattered most. He leaned strongly for the second after thinking about it; but he knew deep within that latex had become a part of him too.

Three Years Later

Franca’s business was such that she moved it to Pennsylvania, a town away from Anthony’s where she purchased a lovely house with a superb view. The business was on the ground floor, and she hired four local seamstresses under the direction of Carol. She married a high school professor, an ace in building websites and in photography. After two years with Anthony, Carol had moved with Rambo into a small apartment in Franca’s neighbourhood, and soon was engaged with a fine and sensitive young man with musical talents, who took on to latex without any problem. He also became Anthony’s new cello teacher. Anthony was delighted about the way it turned out.

Christine worked full time in garment designs with Carol, and in the administration of the business; she was also being courted but in no hurry. Franca kept the services of Carmen Gomez full time, along with two others of her latino friends, one of which had so much natural sex appeal that she contributed to the new catalogue along with Carol and Christine. She also was fast becoming one of the rising latex stars on internet. Carol’s fiancé decided to act as the male model in the catalogue and Franca’s husband as the company’s official photographer. He made several U-Tube clips also.

Sarah joined a partnership in her professional health skills, and moved to a larger city. Franca passed on to her a couple of male clients’ names and addresses – she should not have done that, but… latex is a small world after all. In time, it translated into more business.

That year, Anthony proposed to Mrs. Gomez who accepted; her children were about to attend college a year later. They fell in love with Anthony and his horses right away and were elated at the prospect of not leaving their mom alone at home.

Frank of Facelift Body shop kept to himself, his broken cars, steaks and beer, “I’ll be darned”.

All in all, that adventure started to normalize latex fashion in private and at times in public through the more courageous fans. The number of inquiries grew; so did rubberized homes which produced lots of friendships, lots of fun, lots of creative sex, lots of parties, lots of activity, lots of pictures, lots of music, lots to talk about,  and a better than ever expected bonus into Franca’s bank account … and a new generation of rubber loving kids in the making as it is always the case in Pennsylvania.

The End

18.02.08