Preview of:
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
