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The History of Gin
or
A Fox's Tail©
Is Life Existential? You Decide.
by ' Colorado ' Gumi
...I n s p i r e d By T r u e E v e n t s...
Chapter 17
The Goddaughter
or
A Fox's Tail©
Is Life Existential? You Decide.
by ' Colorado ' Gumi
...I n s p i r e d By T r u e E v e n t s...
Chapter 17
The Goddaughter
Ginger Mullins inherited her father's legendary crime family when he foreswore the Western lifestyle and retired to a Himalayan Monastery, devoting his life to three quests... achieving Nirvana, developing the ultimate first-person shooter video game and humping hot Nepalese chicks.
Ginny was all of nine years old.
In spite of her tender years Gin was a natural at the job and had no problem simultaneously running her family's international rackets and completing Grade and High School. She often issued orders to her Capos while playing "dress-up rodeo" with her Barbie dolls and Breyer horses. And in meetings with all the other Dons, Junior Gotti invariably asked to hold her second favorite Care Bear, Good Luck Bear, which she'd bugged with a wire.
From the very start Gin succeeded with a three pronged strategy gleaned from old Bruce Lee movies ...Anticipate the enemy, Strike fast, Hit hard. To this recipe she added her own secret sauce ...Dress fashionably and expensively.
Gin had only one Hot Button, vulgar fashion. It made her nuts. In fact, she was so incensed by Sharon Stone's famous "Ten Dollars at The Gap" outfit (a low in high fashion) at the 1996 Oscars that she seriously considered having the bitch whacked. Ultimately, Gin's Consiglieri, her former second-grade teacher, managed to cool her down and avert bloodshed. And luckily Ginny was too young for firsthand knowledge of the Demi Moore 1989 Oscar fashion train wreck (Bike Shorts for god's sake) because no one could have stopped THAT hit.
The ascension of Gin's underworld star always was accompanied by inspired fashion choices...
The day the Families told Coppola not even to think about making "The Godfather Part IV" -- they feared, the way his work had degenerated, it probably would be a cartoon animated by his grandson -- Ginny attended the sit-down at the "Il Tinello Ristorante" (just don't ask for a Caesar salad WITHOUT anchovies there) in gray-gold Fendi Metallic Flannel High-Waisted Trousers of 65% fleece, 30% angora, 3% polyamide and 1% polyester with pleated front, wide leg, belt loops, zip fly with hook-and-eye closure, front slant pockets, back flat pockets with hidden button closure, front and back leg crease details and a V-cutout with cinch-belt featuring a gold and crystal Fendi buckle at the back. Her top was an ivory Fendi Puffy Sleeve Silk Blouse with Jabot in 100% silk with traditional collar, removable silk tie having pleated ends, button down front fastened by intricate golden F buttons, buttoned flap chest pockets, puffed and pleated 3/4 sleeves, elasticized cuff band and curved shirttail. To the pants she added a red Fendi Leather Belt of 1-3/4"-wide smooth waxed leather. The belt was two piece. The longer, which covered most of the waist, had a Fendi logo engraved rectangular golden buckle at each end. The shorter piece fastened to those buckles so it's filigree-engraved antiqued-golden hardware centered at her waist front. Her shoes were a black patent Tod's Jodie Tronchetto Bootie with suede V-cutout detail and polished gray metal T-stud at the ankle, rounded toe, driving-shoe-sole detail heel back, padded leather insole, rubber sole, and 3-1/2" wooden stacked heel. Of course, everything was made in Italy -- Ginny loved the heady fragrance of garlic and Mediterranean testosterone that clung to Italian-made fashions, even after several cleanings.
And when Gin became Donna of Dons, successfully consolidating the five New York crime families under her organization's control, she wore a dark-gray Fendi Silk Bubble Skirt of intricately woven 100% silk with wide elasticized waistband accented by ruffle trim and ballooned hem. As Fendi tends to run small, she wore one size up from her usual. Gin's top was a mauve Fendi Silk Chiffon Blouse, also of 100% silk, with hidden button down front, tiered Peter Pan collar (punctuated by two silk-covered buttons), pin-tucked panels on either side of the placket, long silk chiffon sleeves with pleat detail at the elbow, long bell cuffs with curved slit, curved slits at the sides of the hem and pin-tucked panel at the back panel. A vivid splash of color came from Gin's fiery red Fendi patent-leather medium shoulder bag with oversized aged-brass buckle details and suede-lined flap closure with magnetic snap (it was plenty big enough for a Glock .45 with extra clips and a Marine KA-BAR fighting knife). Her shoes were matching mauve low-heel, closed-toe leather slingbacks that she found in a little boutique just off the Park after three days of shopping for the right ones (at one point in her search Gin figured she'd find Jimmy Hoffa first).
As she matured in her job Ginger brought a woman's kinder, gentler touch to the murder and mayhem of organized crime. Just one of her many innovations was pioneering the use of frangible bullets, which disintegrate after striking the lowlife being whacked, to reduce collateral damage when the lead flies -- a positive step toward protection of the elderly, children and the environment. Plus she instituted use of high-occupancy, alternative-fuel vehicles in all gangland hits. Early on she promoted education (perhaps because she still was in Sixth Grade), requiring a High School diploma of her associates and a college Associate Degree, at the minimum, before being Made; then she actively helped her wiseguys attain those goals with work-study programs and tuition assistance. And she made everyone go down to the Animal Shelter and adopt either a fuzzy kitty or flop-eared puppy.
All in all, everyone thought Ginny was a swell mob boss and constantly remarked how her ready, beaming smile always brought sunshine to their day. Cash flowed in rivers, turf wars disappeared and even the Feds and local cops participated in the general spirit of goodwill and bonhomie. The famously extravagant and frequent mob funerals atrophied to the point where attendees could carpool to the cemetery in a Cooper Mini. It was all good.
And capping off these good times. . . To his great surprise Gin's father accomplished the quests of three lifetimes quicker than most people pay off their car. He found Nirvana to be a feeling akin to sneezing after getting water up your nose and decided he didn't like it. He developed a neato FPS game and called it (big surprise) Doom 3; it made billions (also big surprise, duh). Truthfully, he never finished nailing all the hardbody Nepalese foxes -- there simply are just too many. Done with his Himalayan sojourn, her father returned to New York City and goofed-off for a while.
Ginny had met him at the docks when his ship arrived. In deference to his newly expanded consciousness and Buddhist inspired "beinglessness" he'd worked his way across the Indian and Atlantic Oceans on a Nigerian tramp steamer so she dressed "waterfront tough" for the occasion in a chicly scruffy D&G Dolce-and-Gabbana Striped Sweater and Denim Skirt ensemble. The cheerful sweater, striped green, blue, fuchsia, purple, yellow and brown, had a ribbed bateau neckline and lower half. The sleeves were long, with banded cuffs. The tiny indigo wash Denim Skirt was faded and whiskered with frayed edges, front slit, five-pocket style, button-flap coin pocket, front zip-fly, extended double-button tab, studded side pockets, belt loops and super cool gold logo stitching on the back pockets. She accentuated the tough look by wearing brown oiled-leather Dior Rebelle Biker Boots with round toes, side zippers and antiqued silver-buckled leather strap details at the top and ankle. The rubber sole had a 1" heel and the lining and insole were leather. And her bag was a brown Etro Suede Paisley Hobo of signature paisley-print suede with brown grained leather trim, shiny brown leather piping, aged-brass hardware and zip-top closure. The shoulder strap was flat leather with two signature teardrop-shaped links and a 16" drop. The lining was teal satin and there was a zipped pocket just big enough for her Smith&Wesson Model 36LS "LadySmith" .38 revolver with Crimson Trace Lasergrip integrated laser sight. She thought about wearing a brown Fedora, but decided not. As she drove them back to the family compound in her new Porsche 911 Carrera, both Gin and her father confided how proud each was of the other (except she did wonder how many half-pint Himalayan Mullins he might have spawned...).
Although for a long time he put up a brave front, it eventually was obvious to Gin that her father pined for his larcenous legacy. I mean after all, how long can a middle-aged guy just sit in an old La-Z-Boy starring at his Dali original before you gotta figure he's going nuts. And although being a criminal mastermind was not burdensome -- she still had plenty of time to play the coquettish co-ed at Cornell -- Gin was developing an overwhelming interest in Advanced Physics (Unified Field Theory, Quantum Mechanics, Chaos Theory), Mathematics and UFOlogy, especially comparative alien xenobiology). She really wanted to devote more time to these electrifying and personally fulfilling fields. So her father's funk formed a fitting fortuity for him filling in as foreman of his former fellow felonry.
The monster blowout party Trump and Playboy Enterprises threw celebrating her father's return as Underworld Czar was formal. Gin wore a Carmen Marc Valvo black taffeta Crocheted-Trim Dress with neutral crochet-trim down the front, strapless seamed bust and a full skirt below the knee featuring a peek-a-boo tulle underlay. Her bare shoulders were covered by a red Ilana Wolf Layered Shrug with front closure and layered trim. Once again, Gin had a little trouble selecting the right shoes; desiring a sparkling jewel detail at the toe. She settled on a black Manolo Blahnik Crystal Satin Pump with a sparkling crystal-studded ankle strap, pointed toe and 3-1/2" covered heel. She drank a little too much Dom Perignon '96 and chattered away in the back of the taxi all the way home.
The next morning, free to pursue her passion in Physics, Gin finally purchased Strogatz's "Nonlinear Dynamics and Chaos" and spent the entire day reading it.
Ginny was all of nine years old.
In spite of her tender years Gin was a natural at the job and had no problem simultaneously running her family's international rackets and completing Grade and High School. She often issued orders to her Capos while playing "dress-up rodeo" with her Barbie dolls and Breyer horses. And in meetings with all the other Dons, Junior Gotti invariably asked to hold her second favorite Care Bear, Good Luck Bear, which she'd bugged with a wire.
From the very start Gin succeeded with a three pronged strategy gleaned from old Bruce Lee movies ...Anticipate the enemy, Strike fast, Hit hard. To this recipe she added her own secret sauce ...Dress fashionably and expensively.
Gin had only one Hot Button, vulgar fashion. It made her nuts. In fact, she was so incensed by Sharon Stone's famous "Ten Dollars at The Gap" outfit (a low in high fashion) at the 1996 Oscars that she seriously considered having the bitch whacked. Ultimately, Gin's Consiglieri, her former second-grade teacher, managed to cool her down and avert bloodshed. And luckily Ginny was too young for firsthand knowledge of the Demi Moore 1989 Oscar fashion train wreck (Bike Shorts for god's sake) because no one could have stopped THAT hit.
The ascension of Gin's underworld star always was accompanied by inspired fashion choices...
The day the Families told Coppola not even to think about making "The Godfather Part IV" -- they feared, the way his work had degenerated, it probably would be a cartoon animated by his grandson -- Ginny attended the sit-down at the "Il Tinello Ristorante" (just don't ask for a Caesar salad WITHOUT anchovies there) in gray-gold Fendi Metallic Flannel High-Waisted Trousers of 65% fleece, 30% angora, 3% polyamide and 1% polyester with pleated front, wide leg, belt loops, zip fly with hook-and-eye closure, front slant pockets, back flat pockets with hidden button closure, front and back leg crease details and a V-cutout with cinch-belt featuring a gold and crystal Fendi buckle at the back. Her top was an ivory Fendi Puffy Sleeve Silk Blouse with Jabot in 100% silk with traditional collar, removable silk tie having pleated ends, button down front fastened by intricate golden F buttons, buttoned flap chest pockets, puffed and pleated 3/4 sleeves, elasticized cuff band and curved shirttail. To the pants she added a red Fendi Leather Belt of 1-3/4"-wide smooth waxed leather. The belt was two piece. The longer, which covered most of the waist, had a Fendi logo engraved rectangular golden buckle at each end. The shorter piece fastened to those buckles so it's filigree-engraved antiqued-golden hardware centered at her waist front. Her shoes were a black patent Tod's Jodie Tronchetto Bootie with suede V-cutout detail and polished gray metal T-stud at the ankle, rounded toe, driving-shoe-sole detail heel back, padded leather insole, rubber sole, and 3-1/2" wooden stacked heel. Of course, everything was made in Italy -- Ginny loved the heady fragrance of garlic and Mediterranean testosterone that clung to Italian-made fashions, even after several cleanings.
And when Gin became Donna of Dons, successfully consolidating the five New York crime families under her organization's control, she wore a dark-gray Fendi Silk Bubble Skirt of intricately woven 100% silk with wide elasticized waistband accented by ruffle trim and ballooned hem. As Fendi tends to run small, she wore one size up from her usual. Gin's top was a mauve Fendi Silk Chiffon Blouse, also of 100% silk, with hidden button down front, tiered Peter Pan collar (punctuated by two silk-covered buttons), pin-tucked panels on either side of the placket, long silk chiffon sleeves with pleat detail at the elbow, long bell cuffs with curved slit, curved slits at the sides of the hem and pin-tucked panel at the back panel. A vivid splash of color came from Gin's fiery red Fendi patent-leather medium shoulder bag with oversized aged-brass buckle details and suede-lined flap closure with magnetic snap (it was plenty big enough for a Glock .45 with extra clips and a Marine KA-BAR fighting knife). Her shoes were matching mauve low-heel, closed-toe leather slingbacks that she found in a little boutique just off the Park after three days of shopping for the right ones (at one point in her search Gin figured she'd find Jimmy Hoffa first).
As she matured in her job Ginger brought a woman's kinder, gentler touch to the murder and mayhem of organized crime. Just one of her many innovations was pioneering the use of frangible bullets, which disintegrate after striking the lowlife being whacked, to reduce collateral damage when the lead flies -- a positive step toward protection of the elderly, children and the environment. Plus she instituted use of high-occupancy, alternative-fuel vehicles in all gangland hits. Early on she promoted education (perhaps because she still was in Sixth Grade), requiring a High School diploma of her associates and a college Associate Degree, at the minimum, before being Made; then she actively helped her wiseguys attain those goals with work-study programs and tuition assistance. And she made everyone go down to the Animal Shelter and adopt either a fuzzy kitty or flop-eared puppy.
All in all, everyone thought Ginny was a swell mob boss and constantly remarked how her ready, beaming smile always brought sunshine to their day. Cash flowed in rivers, turf wars disappeared and even the Feds and local cops participated in the general spirit of goodwill and bonhomie. The famously extravagant and frequent mob funerals atrophied to the point where attendees could carpool to the cemetery in a Cooper Mini. It was all good.
And capping off these good times. . . To his great surprise Gin's father accomplished the quests of three lifetimes quicker than most people pay off their car. He found Nirvana to be a feeling akin to sneezing after getting water up your nose and decided he didn't like it. He developed a neato FPS game and called it (big surprise) Doom 3; it made billions (also big surprise, duh). Truthfully, he never finished nailing all the hardbody Nepalese foxes -- there simply are just too many. Done with his Himalayan sojourn, her father returned to New York City and goofed-off for a while.
Ginny had met him at the docks when his ship arrived. In deference to his newly expanded consciousness and Buddhist inspired "beinglessness" he'd worked his way across the Indian and Atlantic Oceans on a Nigerian tramp steamer so she dressed "waterfront tough" for the occasion in a chicly scruffy D&G Dolce-and-Gabbana Striped Sweater and Denim Skirt ensemble. The cheerful sweater, striped green, blue, fuchsia, purple, yellow and brown, had a ribbed bateau neckline and lower half. The sleeves were long, with banded cuffs. The tiny indigo wash Denim Skirt was faded and whiskered with frayed edges, front slit, five-pocket style, button-flap coin pocket, front zip-fly, extended double-button tab, studded side pockets, belt loops and super cool gold logo stitching on the back pockets. She accentuated the tough look by wearing brown oiled-leather Dior Rebelle Biker Boots with round toes, side zippers and antiqued silver-buckled leather strap details at the top and ankle. The rubber sole had a 1" heel and the lining and insole were leather. And her bag was a brown Etro Suede Paisley Hobo of signature paisley-print suede with brown grained leather trim, shiny brown leather piping, aged-brass hardware and zip-top closure. The shoulder strap was flat leather with two signature teardrop-shaped links and a 16" drop. The lining was teal satin and there was a zipped pocket just big enough for her Smith&Wesson Model 36LS "LadySmith" .38 revolver with Crimson Trace Lasergrip integrated laser sight. She thought about wearing a brown Fedora, but decided not. As she drove them back to the family compound in her new Porsche 911 Carrera, both Gin and her father confided how proud each was of the other (except she did wonder how many half-pint Himalayan Mullins he might have spawned...).
Although for a long time he put up a brave front, it eventually was obvious to Gin that her father pined for his larcenous legacy. I mean after all, how long can a middle-aged guy just sit in an old La-Z-Boy starring at his Dali original before you gotta figure he's going nuts. And although being a criminal mastermind was not burdensome -- she still had plenty of time to play the coquettish co-ed at Cornell -- Gin was developing an overwhelming interest in Advanced Physics (Unified Field Theory, Quantum Mechanics, Chaos Theory), Mathematics and UFOlogy, especially comparative alien xenobiology). She really wanted to devote more time to these electrifying and personally fulfilling fields. So her father's funk formed a fitting fortuity for him filling in as foreman of his former fellow felonry.
The monster blowout party Trump and Playboy Enterprises threw celebrating her father's return as Underworld Czar was formal. Gin wore a Carmen Marc Valvo black taffeta Crocheted-Trim Dress with neutral crochet-trim down the front, strapless seamed bust and a full skirt below the knee featuring a peek-a-boo tulle underlay. Her bare shoulders were covered by a red Ilana Wolf Layered Shrug with front closure and layered trim. Once again, Gin had a little trouble selecting the right shoes; desiring a sparkling jewel detail at the toe. She settled on a black Manolo Blahnik Crystal Satin Pump with a sparkling crystal-studded ankle strap, pointed toe and 3-1/2" covered heel. She drank a little too much Dom Perignon '96 and chattered away in the back of the taxi all the way home.
The next morning, free to pursue her passion in Physics, Gin finally purchased Strogatz's "Nonlinear Dynamics and Chaos" and spent the entire day reading it.
To Be Continued
