Peter Andrew Sacco PH.D

HEADS OR TAILS

By PETER ANDREW SACCO

PROLOGUE

Nearly every coin has a side where the imprint of an individual such a president, prime minister, current or past head of state is impressed on that side. This side is aptly referred to the "heads" side. The opposite side of the coin is referred to the "tails" side. Incidentally, there is no "tail" on that side of the coin, that is unless it is attached to an animal. In Canada, one can often find the likes of a beaver, loon or moose featured on the side of the coin referred to as "tails". In the USA, one might find a buffalo.

The process of "heads and tails" the activity involves on individual tossing the coin into the air while another individual predicts which side of the coin will lay face up when it lands on the ground. When you call the right side facing up, you win. Interestingly, if you are in Australia, the coin flipping exercise requires that the coin start with the tails facing upward before the coin is tossed.

Some people believe in the greater probability of heads turning up more than tails. This exercise if solely a game of chance. There is no accurate test to prove heads will appear more than tails. In fact, in some countries, people believe tails is more likely to appear.

The only time when can predict with 100% assurance that heads will pop up every time is when they have chosen to use a two-headed coin, the ones often found in gag shops and carnivals. Beware the two-headed coin when your money or some of great importance in your life is on the line!

CHAPTER ONE

Senator Stephen Summers sauntered over to the bureau to retrieve his wallet. As he slowly leveraged his body to collect his wallet, he caught the reflection of a bent over Tabatha slowly emerging from her jacked-knife position and slithering into her white leather miniskirt methodically onward and upward. He paused a moment as he studied the contrast of the bright, white leather against her cocoa, tanned legs. Her long, straight jet black hair tossed around her shoulders like a silk scarf. As he scooped his wallet, he noticed her dark brown, almond shaped eyes lock onto his. She smiled at him.

He couldn't believe it! He was actually starting to get hard again. And he didn’t even have to take another helping of Cialis. This definitely blew the doors off him. Actually, there was nothing left, not even the doors. Given his portly and sagging chassis, being without doors in that given moment wasn’t all that bad. He would need a pit stop, a very long one and perhaps a tune-up in the early a.m. in the hotel’s spa.

She blew everything imaginable. He didn't know what caused his world to be rocked most. Was it the fact she was as hot a hell and acted like a huge slut? Perhaps it was the fact she was Asian and he had always wanted to have his first Asian. Lucy Lui was the intended target of his lustful thoughts and sultry fantasies. Approaching Lucy to approach his Asian fantasy wouldn’t be prudent, well at least if he didn’t get caught!

Summers finally fulfilled his fantasy. He tried Asian, and he liked it a lot. He didn't just try her, oh no! He went all the way down to Chinatown so to speak. He enjoyed every last detail. The only thing that could make the evening a greater success was if she offered him a fortune cookie informing him we would receive the ten million dollar increase he was seeking for his next fiscal budget. Hell, if he could add her to his office, that would be even better. He didn't think his wife, kids, or the voting populous of Kentucky would take too kindly. Then again, there were lots of closets to hide his women—And he knew every single hiding place for when unexpected guests came knocking.

Summers was known for his womanizing ways. He had been caught more times than he cared to remember, however he always fabricated lame excuses which were apparently tolerated, condoned and enabled. Hell, his wife put up with all of his bullshit, so why shouldn’t the people who worked for him and voted for him he made rich fall in line? Constance, his wife of twenty-four years warned him if it happened again, heads would roll. He surmised his wife was referring to his head. He wasn't quite sure if she was referring to the one above his neck or the one below his waist. Given he was a good ole boy from Kentucky, having a rather mushroomed, circumcised head was expected in his neck of the woods. His wife had an easy target. If she ever decided to go Lorena Bobbit on him, he had an easy target. Even though he always chuckled at the mention of the John Wayne Bobbit incident, he often times wondered when the long arm of his wife attached to a pair of pruning sheers was separate him from his own manhood.

Either way, he had his first Asian encounter and he would now be able to die a happy man. Of course he was referring to this death in a literal sense. This was to mark the death of his whore-mongering ways. Once she left he would shower and clean himself. The shower would baptize him and wash away his sins. He would be born again, dead to the lustful sins of his past. All would be well between God and himself. Wasn't this how he became born again after his encounter with his first black American woman? What was her name…Vanessa?

Summers took out the wad of cash as his date finished primping herself. She quickly glanced around the humongous suite to make sure she had everything. Things got extremely hot and nasty in the living-room and kitchen of the suite before moving into the bathroom and finally bedroom. This was the first time she had ever done it in Niagara's famed Royal Tower Suites. She had done her fair share of johns in rooms of the fine Towers, but never in the Suite. In the world of escorts, she was on top of the world, both literally and figuratively. Niagara was very well known for both its Falls and escorts. Tabatha was one of the hotter, sexier chicks at the top of the escort food chain. And she didn’t come cheap, but she always made you cum! So that was what was what he was told when he sent out for Asian take-out.

The Royal Towers was Niagara's tallest hotel and was only shorter than the famed Skylon Tower and Minolta Tower. The Royal Towers were right next to the Minolta Tower and height wise, they were pretty close in height. Tabatha had never done it at the top of the Minolta or Skylon yet, but here she was on top floor of the Royal Towers doing some rich American son of a bitch. He wasn't half bad either for an old guy who could still get it up and maintain a relative intense degree of staying power. At twenty-two, every john over the age of forty was either an old guy or perve in her books. This was her only source of income. She had only been living in Canada for two years since coming over from Thailand with her sister, who returned back to their homeland. Still seeking Canadian status, Tabatha was willing to do whatever it took to stay in the great country of Canada. And the cash she was making just to get on her knees of assume the position of doggy style paid all the bills as well as the white powder she had become so fond of snorting.

Summers handed her a wad of American bills. "I believe this squares things."
She collected the cash and glanced at it and smiled. "It was a pleasure," she replied in broken English.
He looked at her and smiled. He wanted her to leave. He needed to cleanse himself. She wanted to leave too and move onto her next date. The night was still young, at least from her perception. It was only 4 a.m. There would be a lot of action at the casino. There would be more men looking to blow money. And she was able and willing to blow them for their money so she could buy some grade A blow.
"Thank you," she said.
"No, thank you," Summers said with a smile.
"Maybe we do it again soon?" she asked.
Summers sighed and shook his head. "I don't think so little lady," his southern drawl rolling off his tongue. "I'll be in the USA early tomorrow and on my way back to the real US of A by tomorrow night."

She nodded to him, smiled and walked to the door. He followed after her and opened the door for her. She gave him a wink good-bye and started to strut down the hall toward the elevator. Summers took it all in, one bounce and shake at a time. He watched as the cheeks of her ass poured out at the hems of her skirt with each shake, her taut buttocks reminding him of how nice those cheeks felt against his thighs. Enough! He was soon to be born again and this behavior would not suffice. Lead me not into temptation.

Summers closed the door and flipped the dead-bolt. He walked over to the enormous window and was about to pull the drapes shut but snuck a momentary peak of the mist billowing up from the falls. He had been here for a week, back and forth between Niagara and Toronto and this was the first time he really enjoyed the view. People paid $1000 a night for this suite probably to enjoy the view he was finally investing a few minutes in. He collected his thoughts before closing the drapes.

Summers noticed a used condom on the floor as he ran his shower. He would flush the dirty thing down the toilet after his shower. The last thing he wanted was any of his DNA samples left behind in Niagara. A cum-filled condom was not the kind of souvenir you leave behind, especially when you are a senator.

Summers liked his showers very hot, just like his women. Of course that was before he became born again. The steam quickly smothered the room like dry ice at a KISS concert. Summers tossed his white silk robe, courtesy of the Royal Towers on the hook on the wall and climb into the shower. He fumbled for the stereo switch on the wall and turned up the music. He recognized the song. He liked the song and cranked up the volume. Too bad the original lead singer took his life. He wasn't fond of the new lead singer who wound up getting the gig after winning that silly reality TV show. What was it? Oh yes, Rockstar INXS.

Don't Lose Your Head, the song made famous by Michael Hutchense and INXS blared through the steam. Summers began his own concert.

Don't loose your head... Summers hummed along with the tune as he began to lather the shampoo in the palms of his hands. He heard a soft thud. He paused for a moment before washing his hair. There was another thud! This time he paused for a longer listen. He wondered if he had shut the door. Did Tabatha come back? Had she forgotten something? Did she come back for...more?

Summers remembered that he definitely fixed the dead-bolt on the door. She couldn't have gotten back into the room. He lowered the music to focus his attention to the stillness of his surroundings. He was sure he heard something in his room. He twisted his head out of the opening of the glass shower door. He slinked his head around the corner like a turtle gingerly peering from its shell. He could still hear the music in the background as he peered through the pea soup created from all of the steam in the bathroom. He compromised his body further out of the stall, listening intently. Nothing!.

He sighed as he observed the clouds of steam billowing upward toward the exhaust fan. Summers wiped his face with a towel hanging on the wall. The towel fell from his hands as he was wiping. He reached down to pick it up. As he was straightening himself, he felt a sudden tug and found himself extracted from the stall and laying on the tiled floor. He was dazed for a second before realizing his breathing was being cut off from the tremendous pressure being forced on him from behind. There was a strong arm around his neck, a very strong arm! It was choking him. He could feel his head getting heavy and dizzy. He could see the clouds of steam, but they no longer infiltrated his sinuses.

He looked up and watched the condensation slowly trickling down the glass of the tall. Chinese water torture. Some one was choking the life out him. He tried to gasp!

There was no air getting into his lungs. He was choking! He could taste the bile from the back of his throat collecting in his mouth. That taste was quickly replaced by a salty, metal taste…Blood! His blood!

He tried to fight, but his assailant was too strong. He could feel his world quickly dissipating around him. Everything was becoming fuzzy. His head felt like it was no longer attached. An out of body experience had quickly begun…one he didn’t welcome or want. He knew it was just a matter of time. He would no longer be senator of Kentucky. As a matter of fact, he would no longer be!

The chorus of the INXS song faded as Summers quickly drifted into nothingness. He would no longer have the chance to be "born again". Hopefully, the momentary time spent in the shower would be enough to cleanse his soul, readying him to meet his maker. Maybe he would be able to finish his concert with Michael Hutchense. Hopefully it would be in heaven!

One last thought flickered through his mind as the lights slowly faded…There is no mercy for the perverse…