The year was 1932. The Great Depression was in full swing. In every city across America it was hard times. Gangsters popped up every where trying to make a name for themselves.
My great, great, grandmother, Lilleth, led the gifted life. Other family members, older kinfolk, would say this in whispers. Mostly, at family gatherings that included alcohol, which was all of them!
Lilleth or Lilly as she preferred to be called, was running through the Chicago back alleys, as fast as her agile legs would take her. Behind Lilly was one lone figure of a man chasing after her, silently.
In 1932, great, great, grandma Lilly was a mere 22 years old. She was a street wise hood rat, using her "gifts" to come up off the streets, for good. She had the gift to talk people into doing her bidding. The gift was only in its infancy as far as power goes. It would grow stronger every year that she managed to survive.
She was drawn to the men who had the money. Mobsters, had alot of money. Lilly had looks to kill for, a desire for the good life, and a gift for gab. It was the perfect union. Lilly had carved out a perfect niche within Capone's organized crime syndicate. She was one of Capone's bedtime girls, and she was happy with that arrangement, as it came with her very own Suite at a posh, upscale hotel. Lilly had stayed as one of Capone's most treasured guests, for over 2 years now. It was as Lilly had suggested, although, Capone would have probably done it without hypnotic suggestion.
Lilleth had plotted and set course on an irreversible path of destruction. While rubbing elbows and sucking cocks, of upper echelon men in power, she made a few enemies along the way. She lured the mayor away from his wife for a weekend, and broke in the chief of police's soD. She had lured the men for the St. Valentines day Massacre, to their morbid ending, with promises of a gangbang, and the naked Lilly laughing, when they became human swiss cheese.