Big Bangs, Prohibition, and a Sugar Daddy

Antonio Makes A Bad Move

It was a three days until Christmas. An eight foot Christmas tree decorated the parlor with the new electric Christmas lights strung along the tree. There was the traditional tinsel, and ribbons along with ropes of golden cord, bright glass bulbs and a star placed at the top of the tree. Boughs of pine decorated and the stair's rail along huge bright red ribbons. The parlor had been beautifully restored after the blast and the Christmas decorations went up as soon as the restoration was done.

Outside were pots of poinsettias and more of the Christmas lights along the eaves of the old house. It was bright, cheerful. Clara, Rita and the two maids outdid themselves. I had decorated Luke's office with a few knickknacks and gold tinsel ropes accented by mistletoe. Jazz records played over the phonograph in the upstairs' parlor.

Only two weeks ago we had Mother's funeral, Carol and I had worn black for a couple days. On the third day we both put away the mourning clothes. Both of us began to decorate for Christmas. Mother would not have wanted us to ignore her favorite day of the year. With the bright decorations came the excitement of anticipation. The sadness for Mother's death passed.

I sat in the upstairs parlor playing the records, drinking Sangria and eating cheese and grapes. Luke had joined me cradling me in his arms. Bobby O'Brien sat with his booted feet on my table, in his flying leathers, not as shiny as when he was at the funeral. Marco sat smoking his cigarette with Tony standing behind him.

"Go on downstairs, Tony." Marco said. "Get some coffee."

I was thankful to see the mug go. Henry was a hard boiled mug, that's true. Underneath that was a decent kind of guy. Tony was not. Luke said Tony was loyal. That was true, Tony would do whatever his boss said. No matter how indecent that act was. Henry had his limits, but that had nothing to do with loyalty, that had to do with conscious. Tony had none.

Antonio walked in dressed in his Tweed suit. I knew something was up, Luke had no official meeting scheduled. As soon as Antonio walked through the door he was followed by two of his own mugs armed with the latest shotguns. The shotguns were cocked and pointed at us.

Luke, maintaining his swanky calm behavior looked over at Antonio. "Going to shoot me in my own home without mob approval?"

"You and your fag quiff are finished, Luke." Antonio said. "I've got a birth certificate for Allen Cross."

"My twin brother, he died at birth." I said.

"No, it's you." Antonio said. "You and Luke are cake-eaters and this proves it."

"My name is Ellen. My brother is dead."

"Then how come Ellen Cross has a birth and death certificate on the same day. Allen doesn't." Antonio said. He pulled a couple of large pictures out of his pocket. Tossing them on the coffee table.

I leaned forward and looked at the photos, smiling I handed them to Luke.

"Good joke." Luke smiled. He took the cigarette lighter off the table, placed the picture in it's flame and let both pictures burn.

"It doesn't matter, the hospital in upstate New York has the originals." Antonio smiled.

"Nice try, Antonio, but I know for a fact that Allen Cross is listed as dead. You faked these documents. Ellen Cross survived." Luke said. "I don't know how you hoped to get away with it."

"Luke's right, Ellen has got an obvious set of buds on her." O'Brien said.

"Those hips aren't a man's hips either." Marco said.

"Padding and fakery." Antonio said. "I met Allen's Father in the cemetery during the funeral. He told me all about how Ellen was dead."

"That was it? Nothing else?" I shook my head.

"That's all I needed, I figured the rest out." Antonio was smiling again.

"Only one way to prove I'm not Allen then." I said.

I stood up and let the dress slide off. I wore only knickers and bra underneath. That bra cradled and enhanced an obvious pair of 'buds' as O'Brien put it. My knickers clung to wide hips that no one could fake. After doing a turn to show all of my very natural features I slid the dress back up. My display proved to Antonio's two gunmen that I had very feminine features. My little male part was tucked safely away within my knickers.

Marco snapped his fingers and the two men pointed their guns at Antonio. After showing off my features the two men must have decided that Antonio was the one who was finished and they weren't going down with him.

"You'll pay for this, Antonio. Making my Princess expose herself to disprove your foolish claims." Luke said as I pulled my dress back on. Anger filtering through his calm exterior.

"That's impossible, I saw the certificates, met her Father. Who told me she was Allen." Antonio had believed the old bum who had claimed to be my Father.

"That rummy in the cemetery might have been my Father, but it's obvious he was on the hooch for years. He got all balled up about Allen and me, mixing us up." I said. "When you couldn't find the proof, you faked the certificates, photographed them, then tried to feed Marco and Bobby a line."

"Don't know how you expected to get away with it. Unless you just didn't think I wouldn't take off my dress and prove it. You must really take us for a bunch of saps. You hoped to get out of here before anyone thought to look under my dress to be sure."

"Take him for a ride boys, to the harbor district." I told them. "You'll find Tony Sicily down stairs. Take him with you, but I want to talk to him first."

I turned to Marco. "With your permission, of course." I said with a sweet smile.

"Naturally, I don't think we need Antonio any more." Marco said.

I went to my room and looked through my closet. Grabbed some lingerie Luke had torn a couple days ago.

"Make sure when Antonio is discovered, he is wearing this." I said handing the lingerie to Tony. Tony made a face. "Antonio called Luke a fag, made me expose myself to prove I was a girl. He doesn't get away with that."

"I just never figured you for the type." Tony said, some respect in his voice. "I'll see to it."

Antonio had been dragged out of the house, screaming that Luke and I had switched the documents, that it wasn't his fault. No one believed him any more. Not after my display of my charms.