for the sake of this story Wammy's is an all male school. i do not own anything here either.

I am a monster, you know.

Roxanne was being hired again. The client knew her "payment" and demanded to see her tonight for it. Unusual but this employer was convincing enough. "Oh, dear lord. I feel another sin coming on. Please protect me and guide me through this night. And may my sins be abolished in heaven." She knelt at her homemade sanctuary. She kissed the feet of the lord's son and crossed herself. She dressed in a navy blue strapless dress. She attached the dagger her garter. This was 2002 no one wore garters but brides. Oh no this Bad woman was no happy bride she was a cold hearted killer who liked the way dangerous women looked in the black and white detective movies. The kind of woman that could let the wrong word slip with a soft sensual kiss. The kind that will be with man a while working for man b to kill man a. Man handling was her specialty. Oh what will she experience tonight? The chance to kill a man or finally at the chance to find the two men she loved. 'Oh Mel… Matt we made an unbreakable vow that night you two took my virginity. Where are you two you said you would follow me out and we would stay together forever. Mello is my communion crucifix you stole still around your neck? Matt what about those goggles I took great care in buying for you because I knew you wanted them? We were an unbreakable trinity at whammy. Will I recognize you if I saw you again and will you recognize me?" Little did she know she was heading to the men she loved.

Her red hair done up in a low chignon oh god she loved the 40's movie star look. The navy blue dress followed by the infamous heart of the ocean diamond darkened her blue eyes to near black. She never needed much make up. She was one of those rare beauties with the perfect face and color. Cool ivory skin that held a few moles but no freckles at all, it all complemented her. The diamond was near the full breasts that had known many caresses since that awkward night in the boy's room they shared. Not hers at least not at first bed call. She waited until around 1 in the morning to visit her blood brothers. A black silk glove touched the faint scar so old on her palm. They made that with a pocket knife she nicked from one of the older boys. She said they'd cut themselves and then touch each other's palm to mix the blood of the three orphans to make them blood siblings. They did so though matt needed a little coaxing. She said that they were orphans no longer but family now. The three of them all were brought to whammy's house around the same time. She was the only girl at the time and may still be the only girl.

"Valjean bring the Porche no I want to drive tonight for get whatever I said." Valjean was a man she took pity on he had been born with scoliosis like herself though he never had any correction. He wasn't a servant exactly. He was paid but he had the freedom to use her air travel whatever he wanted of her money. That was her soft spot a man who had a disability came to her Châteaux in Aquitaine asking for money and bread for his family. She hired him on the spot. He was with her ever since. For she was kind to him and gave him respect. She reached the door of her '45 Rolls. She was brought to Whammy's in a '57 she knew that when she got in. She slid her hand sensuously down the Italian leather seat. She was Towanda again the righter of wrongs. "Oh my friend how long have we not spent together. Let's go cruising Ingrid!" She shifted in to reverse watched so she wouldn't hit another "baby". Her cars all had names. But Ingrid was her prize. She made her feel like a true femme fatale. She put her music on and felt like she was flying. The top went down as did her shaken out hair. "Woohoo Ingrid, You are doin fine tonight. Her showtunes station was on.

Come on babe, why don't we paint the town? And all that jazz, I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down, and all that jazz! Start the car, I know a whoopie spot, where the gin is cold and the piano's hot! It's just a noisy hall where there's a nightly brawl and all that jazz.

That was her dream to be a famous Jazz or big band singer. She was well known around Los Angeles hanging on the arm of some celeb going to premiers and after parties. Roxanne Imogene Sailor was hot all over the world. Forget about just sexy, she was bringing oldtime sexy back. She was Towanda isn't that what Mel said? Towanda could do anything she wanted. That brought her back. "Speaking of Mel I haven't had any chocolate in a while. Gotta find a Godiva shop. They have the Best." It didn't matter she had the key's to the city. At 19 in her prime and turning a new trick in her secret life. God she hated Mexicans. "They are Breeders. Find a juicy piece of ass marry it and that ass is no longer juicy but fat and flabby. She was never gonna grow old. No Roxy couldn't grow old. She was in tabloids from time to time. There was that time P. Diddy thought her right for his gangsta style. These guys have no idea what a true "gangster" is. An Al Capone didn't look like that guy in the movie. He was short and plump. "Satine take it away!" she yelled turning up the volume,

The french are glad to die for love.

They delight in fighting duels

But I prefer a man who lives

And gives expensive . . .

Jewels.

A kiss on the hand may be, quite continental

But diamonds are a girls best friend

A kiss may be grand but it, won't pay the rental on your humble flat

Or help you feed your (purrs) pussycat

Men grow cold as, girls grow old

And we all lose our charms in the end

But square-cut or pear shaped these rocks don't lose, their shape

Diamonds are a girl's best friend

Tiffany's!

Cartier!

'Cause we are living, in a material world

And I am a material girl (Blows kiss)

Come and get me boys (Whoops)

Black star, roscore

Talk to me Harry Zildler, tell me all about it!

There may come a time when a, lass needs a lawyer

But diamonds are a girl's best friend

There may come a time when a, hard-boiled employer think you're-

Zidler: Awfully nice.

Satine: Ah! But get that ice or else no dice

Girls of the Moulin Rouge: He's your guy when, stocks are high

But beware when they smile till you sing

Diamonds are a girls best,

Diamonds are a girls best,

Diamonds are a girls best friend

Nini: Ole!

'Cause that's what those louses go back to their spouses

Diamonds . . .

Are a . . .

Girl's . . .

Best . . .

Friend

"Yes they are." She looked at the clock 9:30. She parked in her spot at the godiva shop. "They're open. Oh Marcia sees me." The plump middle aged woman knew this was one of their best customers. She tried every bit. "Mmm. I'll take some of these nougat. Oh is that strawberry." She flitted about the shop. "Oh Forrest you were wrong Life is more like a whole chocolate shop than just a box. You usually know what you're getting with those." Marcia packed her choices in her box. "Roxy, Honey you've got a box." "Then double it! I am on wings tonight." "You got an order didn't you. Here a bar on the house if you catch your friend. I always wonder what you do with them when you don't find him." "Why I save them. Every piece is toward his lifetime supply. Oh Marcia I'll find him and the other one. I am sure it's tonight. He said 1 o'clock for my payment." "oh yes Roxanne Dear you will find him. Here." the lady handed her sweets to her. "Why don't you go to the Fancy stores?" "I don't like their chocolate. It tastes funny to me and here from me to you ten hundies for your girl's operation." She left the store. Marcia was her friend she wasn't like other celebrities. She supported where she came from with her own money. She threw rolls of money at the homeless on the street. They needed it more than she. She hated the jokes that she was a slut. No she wasn't because sluts don't kill. She demanded monetary payment but sex felt good. Her radio blared.

No I'm no one's wife, but oh, I love my life and all that jazz.

She was filled for the night. Oh she loved Mann's Chinese theatre. They played her movie. The Maltese Falcon was on. That or to kill a mockingbird. She loved old detective movies and romances. She had always loved the old days. She lay down on her hood Remembering her first convo with them on puperty.

She had come in as usual. She told them how it was like to be glamorous. She sauntered around like Grace Kelly. "Hey super model, Blow us a kiss." She did the pucker at Mello and Matt. The redhead blushed the blonde laughed and clapped. "Hm, since you know everything, Idgie tell us w-what happens to girls when they grow." Matt said nervously she was always glad to answer the boy's questions. "Well, see those models I am supposed to get those, too. In fact I have been getting them but Watari gave me some gauze to wrap them." "Wait remember when you said that when you get them you'd just push them back in." Mel thought that she could really do that. "Turns out I can't I tried but it hurt and I heard by some ads that we bleed for no reason." She said matter of factly. "Really why?" The boys were interested now. "I don't know why I will bleed I don't even know where the blood will come out." She really didn't. She will steal some of those pads like the models in the ad had. "Okay tell me what happens to boys." "Um our voices get deeper. But I don't think we bleed." Matt said. "Does anything grow?" she asked. "um I don't know I don't think anything grows on us. Though we do get hair on our faces."

"Boy you two were wrong. Boy's parts get bigger. So big they can hurt and you all get hair there two." She bled not long after that conversation. It was in the middle of class. She almost bled though her shorts when the bell rang for lunch. She said she'd meet her brothers later after she went to the nurse. The nurse was shocked to see an eleven year old girl in her office. Though Roxy understood that she would bleed she never knew that she would have to do this every month. Turns out the nurse had some pads for her.

She looked at her Rolex "Its twelve thirty. Well better get to work. Come on Ingrid old girl." She slid into her beautiful Rolls. The car started. And she drove off into the night.

She stood by her Ingrid. This apartment was nicer than she expected. She checked her watch again. It was two minutes to 1. She flicked the ashes off her cig at the end of the long stem. She silently went up the stairs. She got to the top. "last door on the left. Aw here we are." The black door with D4 in gold was closed. "Should I knock?" Or are they expecting m…" "Come in. The door's unlocked. We've been waiting for you." 'Damn not an orgy. I hate those.' She puffed her chest out. The door swung open and…

Cliffhanger! no don't put that in my head!!