The Merry Gathering at Wilford Manor: Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Mary, Mary Quite Contrary

Life was a gas if you knew how to live it and Mary sure as hell knew how to make every day a party. Sleeping through each day and spending each night with dewdroppers binging on gin and cigarettes in the busiest speakeasy in the county, Wilford Manor, was how she spent her time. Her hush money kept her in a tiny, outdated apartment that didn’t even have a john so any time she could get away from the rat hole she ran. Eventually she just moved in to Wilford Manor. The manor was big enough and the men who had started the speakeasy had been able to get the water and gas running so the home basically became a hotel for a few shorts years. In the few years Mary payed the liquor pushers her share of rent she had found herself a few fellas she had hoped would be her money ticket out of the run-down house and into her own mansion but none of the guys had what it took. That's how she got the nickname Lola. No man could resist her for long but they also never stayed for long. Some had wives, others had girlfriends and some simply lied about the amount of pocket change they had. Mary liked expensive things. Silk dresses, fur coats, jewels, nothing was too grandiose for Mary’s taste and if a man happened to promise these trinkets and not come through Mary had a nasty temper and a habit of lashing out. Notorious for fighting after drinking too much, attacking women who looked at her man or a even man she wanted, throwing drinks or billiard balls at her dates after a small disagreement, Mary was very capable of making her men disappear. It only happened a handful of times.

The bartender of the speakeasy always noted when she had a new man, he could always tell by how she dressed and how her manner would be lighter at the beginning of one of these trysts. Her blonde hair would fall neatly in luscious waves around her face, her dresses were tasteful yet tight enough to show off her God given talents when the band played a sultry tune and her soft laughter was a turn on in itself. As the relationship progressed and Mary became tired of them (as she usually did) she would have violent outbursts. Sometimes those men went away and a week later they would be seen again in a newspaper headline cited as missing.

Unfortunately for Mary her luck ran out when she took a certain beau to her favorite spot on the grounds. Luck always runs out and hers disappeared when he plugged her on Christmas Eve no less. But life wasn’t quite over for Mary.

As far as Mary was concerned her little garden of lovers wasn’t nearly large enough and this tasty little treat was just what she had been waiting for. He was captivated by her, he wanted her. Better yet, he needed her. This boy wasn’t going to promise her things he couldn’t deliver; he wasn’t going to smack her around just because he could. He would be putty in the palm of her hands. Mary could do whatever she wanted and she had all night.