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The Last Twenty-Two-Feet  

   by Alexander D. Banyan  

 

 

 

 

             David Nerezza, a Cincinnati Ohio based architect, is awarded a contract to rebuild the old Giancana Building in Walnut Hills. As he absorbed into the project he painstakingly discovers a beautiful recluse, Alison, living on the thirteenth floor of the twelve story building. She is darkly erotic and introduces David into a new world of excitement. He learns that she is the sole survivor of Sam Giancana, a deceased Chicago Gangster.

            This book explores relationships on the dark side. Once David’s mind was opened up, his creativity was engaged. He falls in love with a Cincinnati Art student, Ivery Summerdale, and is torn between her world and Alison’s. Ivery and David adopt a daughter which puts a whole new twist on the story line.

            This book has an embedded secondary story of the after effects on sexually abused children. You have to read very slowly to find a sane person in this book. This book is not for the Sunday meetings, or narrow minded readers. Approach with CAUTION!             Alex Banyan

 

Excerpts from “The Last Twenty-Two-Feet”

By Alexander D. Banyan

Page 14                      

      The doors opened onto the roof as birds flew from their roost and startled me. There were signs that people had used the roof like a private patio, and I walked to the edge and looked down at the streets. I walked across to the other side and looked down at the river. I held on carefully and leaned out far enough to see the window with the cardboard. There was in fact about thirty feet between it, and where I stood. I found a string that was tied between a post and the elevator building. I untied it and found a piece of steel that I tied to one end. I dropped the string down to the window and then pulled it back to where I estimated the ceiling would be. I tied a knot at that point, and rolled up the string and put it in my jacket pocket. I took the elevator back to the foyer and found a tape measure in a leather pouch left by one of the carpenters.

      “Twenty-two feet? Twenty-two fucking feet? Where are you?” I said aloud.

      I went back to the elevator and went to the tenth floor and stopped. I pushed eleven, and timed it to a full stop. I pushed twelve, and timed it to a full stop. Each time it took about eighteen seconds. I turned my security key and hit ROOF.................... DING! Thirty-two seconds later?

Page 148

      The plane sat down softly on the runway in Dayton, Ohio.  We had been walking around airports all day and were tired and short tempered. We retrieved our original luggage and the additional two bags that we bought for the extras. We hooked them all together and went to the shuttle area to be transported back to our car.  While the car was here I had them detail inside and out and change the oil. It looked like a showroom car as they pulled it up to the office and handed me the keys.

      We drove down I-75 with only the sound of the motor. No one reached for the radio, and no one had anything to say. As we passed Sharonville and were getting closer to home, I reached over and put my hand on Ivery’s leg. She came back to reality and put her hand on my hand.

      “That was the best vacation I have ever had.” She said.

      “Good........ I like to know that I am on your mind as you fraternize with all the college grads, and advertising millionaires.”

      “You are Jealous!” as she smiled at me.

      “Hell ya! The most beautiful girl in the world hangs out with me for two weeks and then leaves me cold as she runs away to fame and fortune.” I said without taking my eyes off of the road.

      “I know...” she said quietly, “You know I love you... I have never told anyone that.” she said.

      “GOOD!” and I smiled at her.

 

Page 38

      “Alison................ Alison!” as I went through the rooms.

      I couldn’t find her any place. She knew that I was coming today? I went down the hallway that led to her father’s room. I opened the door slowly and reached around the corner for a light switch.

      “SSSSSSShhhhhhhhhhhhh! Be very quiet! They may hear us!” she whispered.

      “Who may hear us?” I asked   

      “The other people.”

      “What other people? I asked.

      “Daddy’s friends.” As she looked outside of the door and pulled it shut. She locked the door and led me to the old Victorian couch across from the bed. She lit a candle by the headboard and got a pair of leather restraints. She raised my hands out in front of me as I visualized a great game starting. I held my hands out to her as she tightened the buckles. She pulled the rope that was attached to it as I stood and followed. She stepped up onto a chair that had been located in the middle of the room under a big brass ring that was secured into the concrete ceiling with a big eye bolt. She ran the rope through the ring as she stepped back down and pulled the rope. I stepped onto the chair as my arms went almost to the ceiling. She tied the loose end to the massive black bed post, and pulled the chair from under me.

      “AAAAAAA!! This is NOT fun! As my body spun on the rope...... Alison! Get me down.”

      She got the cat of nine tails and slapped me hard with it across my back.

      “QUIET...... No one can help you here!...... Just me!” as she laughed.

      She opened my shirt and removed everything else. She stood the chair back up and sat in it as she sucked my cock to get me hard. I was scared, and it took her a while, but finally my whore cock gave in and stuck straight out. She found a small wooden slat like a stir stick, and made a game of spinning me and seeing if she could swat my cockas it spun past. I was dizzy and angry.

      “ALISON!....... This is enough! “I yelled.

      “I told you be quiet!................. They will hear you.” As she took duct tape and put it over my mouth.

      “I panicked and swung the rope with my jerking body only to aggravate Alison worse. She got the candle and held it under my shrinking cock.

      “I will burn you! If you are bad.” As I felt the heat singeing the hair on my balls.

      I shook my head as she removed the candle.

She saw that I was having trouble breathing and pulled the duct tape as I squinted my eyes in pain.

      “ALISON PLEASE!” as the heat increased.

      She removed the candle and slapped my cock with the stick again.

      “I told you to be quiet.......... they will hear us!”

      “Alison.......... I have to pee.” I said embarrassed.

      She smiled at me and put the chair under my feet. She went back to the toy drawer and got out what looked like a weight lifter’s belt and pulled it tightly around my waist. She buckled it in the back and unclipped my left hand from the restraint. She then clipped the wrist strap to one of the d-rings on the sides. Once that hand was secured, she did the same to my other hand and helped me off of the chair. She led me into the bathroom and turned on the light. I was about to explode, but I couldn’t hold my dick with the belt restraints.

      “Alison!” as I looked down at my cock.

      She giggled and put her body against my back. She wrapped her arms around me and held my cock aimed at the toilet. As I finally got it to work, she aimed pretty well.

      “Now shake it!” as we both laughed.

 

This is a hard book to choose excerpts from. It goes so many different directions in its 266 pages, that I felt multiple cuts were necessary.     Alex Banyan