### Apollo BBS Archive - June 21, 1991

    Mail from Steve Albany
    Date: 06/20/91  Time: 21:22:55

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            We drove by last Saturday night (We don't remember it seems) but the
    house was dark, and so was your "cottage" so we kept going. We're house
    sitting this week (until next Wenesday) so you can reach me at 861-2130
    anytime.. (In the mid-morning to early afternoon would be perfect!)..
    Otherwise I'll call you Friday afternoon..
    [A]bort, [C]ontinue, [I]nsty-reply or [Z]ap:Insty-reply

    Enter a line containing only an [*] to stop
     1:Steve, Saturday night I was having a toothache, (abscessed of course) and I
     2:was laying down trying to understand the pain of it all.  It was a totally
     3:interesting experience.          Rod
     4:end

    Public Bulletin Board command:F

    Find:HEDGE

    NOTE: I WENT TO MY STONE HEDGE MESSAGE AND CHANGED IT TO STONEHENGE.

    Public Bulletin Board command:$C

    Message: 75845
    Author: $ Paul Savage
    Category: Chit Chat
    Subject: Annie/training
    Date: 06/20/91  Time: 05:14:21

     Yes, Annie, that is still the theme of my post. Facts are that the
    situation IS getting worse, not just better reported, and if something
    positive is not done to stop the trend, it won't heal itself. Just the fact
    that there are such courses available does not insure that those who need
    them the most will attend. Until some better alternative is suggested that
    will break this vicious cycle, I'll have to stand for yet one more control
    over people's lives. Either that, or watch more of the same. From here, I
    don't see any other viable choice.

    Message: 75846
    Author: $ Paul Savage
    Category: Politics
    Subject: Bill/cirricula
    Date: 06/20/91  Time: 05:22:39

     To answer yor question on what should be cut to make room for compulsory
    parenting classes, I would have to get hold of a H.S. cirriculum. It's been
    quite some time since I've seen one. A lot of Phys. Ed. could be done away
    with. If the best we can produce out of our next generation is a bunch of
    wanna be ball players, we're going to be a pretty poor nation. Compulsory
    P.E., for those who have little or no interest in such activity, is a total
    waste. Always has been. Always will be. Some social studies courses could
    stand another hard look. Local government courses could be made electives
    instead of prerequisites to graduation, as they are now. I believe that at
    least one year of foreign language is still a requirement. Unless a student
    has use for sucha a thing, why? If you don'T use a language fairly
    regularly, you lose it. What's the point? There's a suggestion or two, and
    if I got hold of a current cirriculum, I'm sure some more would stand out as
    likely candidates for the chopping block.

    Message: 75847
    Author: $ Paul Savage
    Category: Politics
    Subject: Bill again
    Date: 06/20/91  Time: 05:29:36

     The difference between us on this issue, Bill, is that I'm doing my hard
    thinking in a positive vein, and you're dong yours in a negative vein.
     If such a course was made to be a required subject, all students (read that
    prospective parents) would be reached. While the old adage still holds that
    you can lead a horse to water but can't make him drink still holds true,
    there's of course no guarantee that the course would "do what they're
    supposed to do" in every case. Such a procedure would, however, place the
    knowledge into many minds that would not receive it otherwise. While there
    is no one simple cureall to the problem, education is still the most viable
    approach that I can think of. At least it is an approach, which is more than
    I have seen you or Ann come up with. Instead of criticizing my suggestions,
    whhy not make a few positive ones of your own? Blaming the last generation
    is not really valid, since they weren't educated either. Ignorance begets
    ignorance, unless the cycle is broken.

    Message: 75848
    Author: $ Paul Savage
    Category: Chit Chat
    Subject: Caller ID/Gordon
    Date: 06/20/91  Time: 05:36:43

     Blocking would be an option with the onset of caller ID. According to the
    U.S.West proposal, if caller ID was approved by the Corp. Com., all a caller
    would have to do would be to dial 2 numbers (76 comes to mind, but I'm not
    sure of that), and his number would be blocked from the caller ID box of the
    number called.
     As to self protection through unlisted numbers, it's largely a farce. The
    obvious exception of course would be public figures, etc. who need some
    privacy. I have had an unlisted number for years, mainly to get away from
    phone solicitors who invade my privacy. That is no longer worth the trouble,
    since most boiler rooms now use digital dialing, and I get harrassed anyway.

    Message: 75849
    Author: $ Roger Mann
    Category: Chit Chat
    Subject: Rod/Potty Training
    Date: 06/20/91  Time: 07:29:44

    Hey, that's the method I used. Must have forgot I read it in Dr. Spock's
    book. My kids are successful AND obsessed with keeping clean (especially
    their faces)

    Message: 75850
    Author: $ Roger Mann
    Category: Chit Chat
    Subject: Stone Hedge
    Date: 06/20/91  Time: 07:30:31

    I have a stone hedge around my house.

    Message: 75851
    Author: $ Michael James
    Category: Chit Chat
    Subject: last
    Date: 06/20/91  Time: 10:31:36

    Neat!

    Message: 75852
    Author: $ Ann Oudin
    Category: Chit Chat
    Subject: Michael on school
    Date: 06/20/91  Time: 11:08:01

    Boyee! You certainly said it right there ... "removing Physical Education"
    from the schools because it isn't 'educational'!!! I agree 100% and think it
    should be the first to go! *>>> ANN O. <<<*

    Message: 75853
    Author: $ Ann Oudin
    Category: Chit Chat
    Subject: Cat on spuds
    Date: 06/20/91  Time: 11:11:02

    I know your wrong there Felix. It's 'French Fries' - not mashed that causes
    it! (Smirk) *>>> ANN O. <<<*

    Message: 75854
    Author: $ Ann Oudin
    Category: Chit Chat
    Subject: Rod on potty trainin
    Date: 06/20/91  Time: 11:14:10

    Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!!

    Message: 75855
    Author: $ Ann Oudin
    Category: Chit Chat
    Subject: Pauley on school
    Date: 06/20/91  Time: 11:36:56

    You mean you are advocationg they teach child care in High School?? That is
    the most ridiculous thing I ever heard of. That's like teaching kids cooking
    and expecting them to be Culinary cuisine artists when they get out!
    When I had my first child, I had both my mother and my mother-in-law telling
    me what to do. I did it my way in the end with a little of their help. NO
    ONE can tell you how to raise a child! I was raised with spankings - my kids
    were raised with spankings. We grew up just fine. I've seen other kids that
    a spanking would not do a bit of good. I've seen kids that were outright
    spoiled and they grew up fine too! I've also seen parents that were from
    well-to-do families - educated - good career jobs and they ABUSED their
    children! I've seen poor, real poor families with mucho kids and they didn't
    abuse them. I say you can't pin point this thing, so why must every child
    baring aged people have to go to school? You actually don't know how you are
    going to act - be - until the first time a baby cries all night or you
    change a dirty diaper for the upteenth time and your nerves are frayed, or
    the child has eternal Colic or diarrhea or vomiting spells. The list is
    long and this is when they are babies.
    Also, what is abuse?? We all know that beating, burning or choking a child
    is abuse, but what of spankings in general or not letting a kid watch TV for
    a week as punishment or making them go to bed without dinner?? I know some
    people that would consider all of these things abuse! You make blanket
    statements but don't think of the conquences of those statements if put to
    fact! *>>> ANN O. <<<*

    Message: 75856
    Author: $ Bill Burkett
    Category: Chit Chat
    Subject: Michael - P.E.
    Date: 06/20/91  Time: 12:34:42

    > "Physical Education" should certainly be de-emphasized and
    > removed as a mandatory requirement.  Sports in general have
    > little to do with the educational process and I think they
    > should be handled by groups like Pop-Warner rather than
    > tax-supported schools.

    Well, I think I'd replace "should" with "could."  PE, insofar as it
    encourages an attitude toward healthy living, is a valuable part of learning
    how to be on your own.  And that's really what we're asking our schools to
    teach these days.

    Message: 75857
    Author: $ Bill Burkett
    Category: Chit Chat
    Subject: Savage Goes 2 School
    Date: 06/20/91  Time: 12:35:09

    > The difference between us on this issue, Bill, is that I'm
    > doing my hard thinking in a positive vein, and you're dong
    > yours in a negative vein.

    Gee.  I always thought encouraging careful analysis of issues and arguments
    WAS positive.  It's the blind acceptance of easy answers that's ultimately
    negative.

    As for the rest of your messages, well said.

    Message: 75858
    Author: Jim Speiser
    Category: Bulletins
    Subject: Remotron
    Date: 06/20/91  Time: 15:06:31

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    HEADQUARTERS BBS in Scottsdale, AZ.

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    The phone number for the REMOTRON BBS is 602-994-9882. We accept calls
    23 hours a day, at speeds from 1200-19200 baud. REMOTRON is a member of
    FIDONET, address 114/37.

    Be one of the first 100 callers and receive a free coupon to NINJA HUT,
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    Message: 75860
    Author: $ Steve MacGregor
    Category: Chit Chat
    Subject: Last
    Date: 06/20/91  Time: 15:52:56

    Re:  "...PARANET, the World's Most Important Computer Network..."

       G'wan!

      We all live in a   ....,,,,________nnhn____   yellow subroutine

    Message: 75861
    Author: $ Melissa Dee
    Category: Question?
    Subject: 23 hours a day
    Date: 06/20/91  Time: 17:15:05

    So what hour do you suppose is it that they are down?

    Message: 75862
    Author: $ Apro Poet
    Category: Politics
    Subject: Robber Barons
    Date: 06/20/91  Time: 18:03:38

      Women immigrants became servants, prostitutes, housewives,
    factory workers, and sometimes rebels.  Leonora Barry was
    born in Ireland and brought to the United States.  She got
    married, and when her husband died she went to work in a
    hosiery mill in upstate New York to support three young
    children, earning 65 cents her first week.  She joined the
    Knights of Labor, which had fifty thousand women members in
    192 women's assemblies by 1886.  She became "master workman"
    of her assembly of 927 women, and was appointed to work for
    the Knights as a general investigator, to "go forth and
    educate her sister working-women and the public generally as
    to their needs and necessities."  She described the biggest
    problem of women workers: "Through long years of endurance
    they have acquired, as a sort of second nature, the habit of
    submission and acceptance without question of any terms
    offered them, with the pessimistic view of life in which
    they see no hope."  Her report for the year 1888 showed: 537
    requests to help women organize, 100 cities and towns
    visited, 1,900 leaflets distributed.
      In 1884, women's assemblies of textile workers and
    hatmakers went on strike.  The following year in New York,
    cloak and shirt makers, men and women (holding separate
    meetings but acting together), went on strike.  The New
    York *World* called it "a revolt for bread and butter."
    They won higher wages and shorter hours.
      That winter in Yonkers, a few women carpet weavers were
    fired for joining the Knights, and in the cold of February,
    2,500 women walked out and picketed the mill.  Only seven
    hundred of them were members of the Knights, but all the
    strikers soon joined.  The police attacked the picket line
    and arrested them, but a jury found them not guilty.  A
    great dinner was held by working people in New York to honor
    them, with two thousand delegates from unions all over the
    city.  The strike lasted six months, and the women won some
    of their demands, getting back their jobs, but without
    recognition of their union.
      What was astonishing in so many of these struggles was not
    that the strikers did not win all that they wanted, but
    that, against such great odds, they dared to resist, and were
    not destroyed.
      Perhaps it was the recognition that day-to-day combat was
    not enough, that fundamental change was needed, which
    stimulated the growth of revolutionary movements at this
    time.  The Socialist Labor part, formed in 1877, was tiny,
    and torn by internal arguments, but it had some influence in
    organizing unions among foreign workers.  In New York,
    Jewish socialists organized and put out a newspaper.  In
    Chicago, German revolutionaries, along with native-born
    radicals like Albert Parsons, formed Social Revolutionary
    clubs.  In 1883, an anarchist congress took place in
    Pittsburgh.  It drew up a manifesto:
         ... All laws are directed against the working people....
         Even the school serves only the purpose of furnishing
         the offspring of the wealthy with those qualities
         necessary to uphold their class domination.  The
         children of the poor get scarcely a formal elementary
         training, and this, too, is mainly directed to such
         branches as tend to producing prejudices, arrogance,
         and servility; in short, want of sense.  The Church
         finally seeks to make complete idiots out of the mass
         and to make them forego the paradise on earth by
         promising a ficticious heaven.  The capitalist press,
         on the other hand, takes care of the confusion of
         spirits in public life....  The workers can therefore
         expect no help from any capitalist party in their
         struggle against the existing system.  They must
         achieve their liberation by their own efforts.  As in
         former times, a privileged class never surrenders its
         tyranny, neither can it be expected that the
         capitalists of this age will give up their rulership
         without being forced to do it....
    The manifesto asked "equal rights for all without distinction
    to sex or race."  It quoted the *Communist Manifesto*:
    "Workmen of all lands, unite!  You have nothing to lose but
    your chains; you have a world to win!"

    Message: 75866
    Author: $ Beauregard Dog
    Category: Chit Chat
    Subject: Apro's latest
    Date: 06/20/91  Time: 21:48:22

    I don't know about y'all, but I find it interesting reading.

    Message: 75867
    Author: $ Apollo SysOp
    Category: Chit Chat
    Subject: CALLERID.TXT
    Date: 06/20/91  Time: 22:32:40

            For you $tatus users interested in the technical aspects of the
    phone company's "Caller-ID" feature, you can find the file 'CALLERID.TXT'
    in the ibrary.  This is part of a file HACK43.TXT, downloaded from GEnie.
     It mentions some "figures" which are in another file, which has not been
    uploaded to Apollo.

            You guys can thank Steve MacGregor for this file.....

                            Thanks Steve....

                    *=* the 'Mighty' Apollo SysOp *=*  <-clif-

    P.S.  If you are not yet a member of Apollo BBS, please see the <$> cmd in
    the ain menu if you are interested in becoming part of this group.

    Message: 75868
    Author: $ Peter Petrisko
    Category: Answer!
    Subject: ROD'S TOOTH
    Date: 06/20/91  Time: 23:58:38

         Next time try applying an ample amount of clove oil to the area in and
    around the tooth.

    Message: 75869
    Author: $ Peter Petrisko
    Category: Answer!
    Subject: CALLER ID
    Date: 06/21/91  Time: 00:06:31

         What someone really needs to create is a box that emits a randomly
    chosen phone number.

    Message: 75870
    Author: $ Rod Williams
    Category: Chit Chat
    Subject: Stonehenge
    Date: 06/21/91  Time: 00:28:50

    What are you guy's talking about?

    Message: 75871
    Author: $ Rod Williams
    Category: Chit Chat
    Subject: Clove oil
    Date: 06/21/91  Time: 00:38:44

    I did not put the clove oil in the story because I was not sure then or now
    exactly what to say about it.

    Peter was here for the Saturday night, Sunday morning 'tooth-ache trip'.  He
    was just leaving near the time I was going into shock.  I didn't want to
    disturb him with my problem and I did not want to freak him out.  I didn't
    want to freak anyone out and that is why I made sure that I kept a nice
    pleasant smile on my lips during shock.  It was a bit difficult at times but
    once I decided to see what else there was to explore, Jasmine walked in.
    But I, my mind wanted her to walk in because I had thought of her and the
    children and knew that my death would not serve them well.

    But who am I to know the ultimate truth?  I think we all can find out
    though.  Find a piece here, a piece there.  Sometimes they fit, sometimes
    they don't.  But the ones that fit, over the years, begans to form into
    simple numbers like ones and zeros, yes or no.

    At this point in my existence I think the ultimate answer may go something
    like this, in shortened form:

                            LIVE, LOVE, ENJOY

    Unfortunately, that program line has not crept into the 'gullivers' of the
    naked ape in large enough quanties for it to be felt.  Also we as a whole
    tend to overdue what is commonly called physical death.

    Just having that dragging around your neck in great weight is enough to
    cause wrong, or bad, decisions to be made.  Having any one of these
    ambiguous religions around your neck or taking up valuable space in the
    brain causes slowness of decision making and confusion about issues.  But
    most of us know that.

    I think that using clove oil directly on the tooth and gums will shock the
    hell out of all live nerve endings thus giving one a 30 minute break.  But
    it may cause damage, I am not yet sure.  That dream of pot helped the most.

                                    Rod

    X-Rated Cosmos Bulletin Board command:$C

    Message: 4849
    Author: $ Roger Mann
    Category: Erotic Stories
    Subject: Review
    Date: 06/20/91  Time: 07:41:35

    I am reading _Burden of Proof_ by Scott Turow. He says much the same thing.
    His hero is Sandy Stern a 56 year old pear-shaped widower. And, according to
    his book, most women find him so sexy that he has to take a blood test every
    month to make sure he hasn't caught AIDS or HSV-2. Is this true in the real
    world, or should I get a personality ?

    Message: 4850
    Author: $ Melissa Dee
    Category: Erotic Stories
    Subject: More
    Date: 06/20/91  Time: 16:42:00

    The rest of the night passed quietly. I kept looking at Jenny
    across the otherwise unoccupied shop but not once did I catch her
    looking back at me. I didn't have opportunity to talk to her at
    all, so I could do nothing but wonder. Most likely she was trying
    to forget it ever happened. I was hardly a woman's dream come
    true, as past experiences had told me. Probably just as well.
    But just try telling that to the ache in my heart. Or the one
    between my legs.

       Finally the end-of-shift bell rang. A couple of scraggly,
    sorry-looking graveyard people had drifted in to take over our
    machines and we could take off. I saw Jenny head over to the
    phone and dial a number.
       "What's up?" I asked her.
       "Calling Dianne to come pick me up. She's got my car tonight."
       Dianne was Jenny's roomie. I had met her briefly before, and
    Jenny had once mentioned that she worked an early day shift. Even
    if she didn't have to get up early tomorrow she surely wouldn't
    enjoy dragging ass out of bed at 2 AM to come down here and get
    Jenny. Before Jenny dialed the last digit I volunteered, "Hey,
    don't wake her up. I'll give you a ride."

    Jenny looked at me dubiously, her finger paused over the last
    number. "I didn't figure you for the altruistic type. Isn't it
    out of your way?"    "It's more out of Dianne's way. The poor
    Woman isn't a creature of the night like us. She needs her
    sleep."
       She considered a moment, then put the phone back with the last
    number still undialed. "Okay," she smiled, "but straight home and
    no sidetrips. I'm bushed." "No prob." I assured her. We walked
    out into the refreshingly cool night air, across the parking lot
    to my junkmobile. I saw her giving it the wary eye and I flashed
    her a grin, "Don't laugh, it's paid for."
       I thought I heard her mumble something about it being paid for
    in cereal boxtops but I didn't pursue the matter. I turned the
    key and the engine moaned, grumbled, and finally coughed to life
    asthmatically. I revved the engine a couple times and it roared
    impressively, the sound bouncing off the nearby building walls in
    staccato bursts. I really needed to put a muffler on the damn thing.
    Pulled out of the parking lot and into the street--slowly. I
    was thankful that it was dark and Jenny couldn't see my foot
    which had the accelerator pressed to the floor. I doubt she would
    have cared anyway. She was too busy hanging on for dear life,
    trying to avoid being shaken out of her seat. I *really* needed
    to put a muffler on this car.

    Ten teeth-rattling minutes later we pulled up in front of her
    apartment building. All around lights were coming on as people
    were getting up to see what the hell was making all that racket.
    I found an empty spot along the curb and turned the ignition off
    the keep from waking the other half of the neighborhood. In the
    deafening silence I turned to face her. "Well, here we are."
    She turned in the darkness, "Yep, here we are. Well, thanks for
    the, uh, ride..." and opened the door.
       I turned the key as she stepped out. I was rewarded by a low
    groan and a death rattle from somewhere under the hood. Turning
    the key again only got me a faint clicking sound. I hit the wheel
    with the palm of my hand. "Shit!" "What's the matter?" Jenny
    asked, leaning in the still open door. "Fucking battery died
    again!" I groaned. "The alternator belt's broken. I was gonna fix
    it tomorrow."
       "Oh." She said. "Well, I can go up and get the keys from
    Dianne and give you a jump with my car. Hang on..." She
    disappeared into the darkness. Several minutes later she returned
    with a disgusted look on her face. "I don't fucking believe it.
    She's not there! She left a note on the 'fridge saying she left
    with some guy for the coast and won't be back 'til tomorrow
    afternoon. In my car, damn her! I coulda been stuck at work all
    night!"

    Actually, I had the idea Jenny was more pissed because her
    roomie had a date tonight and she didn't. Which I didn't feel
    particularly sympathetic for at the moment, considering my
    predicament. "Well, I could thumb it home and have a buddy bring
    me back early tomorrow and jump me. That way I can get the car
    out of here before it starts lowering property values."
       I got out and shut the door and locked it. I started to walk
    down the street and I noticed Jenny keeping step with me,
    obviously wanting to say something but not knowing quite how. She
    said haltingly, "Um, well, since it's kinda my fault that you're
    stuck here, I, uh, could put you up for the night."    Oh really?
    I was tired, but not so tired I didn't pick up on the possible
    implications of that statement right away. And even if it didn't
    mean what I hoped, it still sounded better than standing out in
    the cold for maybe hours trying to get a ride from some soft-
    hearted motorist. It wouldn't be the first time I had done that
    and I wasn't looking forward to doing it again. "Sure." I said,
    hoping I didn't sound too eager, "It's been a long day already.
    Thanks."    "Thank *you*." she murmured under her breath, and I
    wondered what that was supposed to mean as I followed her to her
    apartment.

    As I walked into Jenny's apartment the first thing that hit me
    was the all-permeating odor of catbox. It wasn't too bad, though.
    I used to have a cat myself, so I was used to it. The place was
    fairly small, with a kitchen in an alcove off to my right and a
    short hallway to the left leading to the bedrooms and bathroom.
    In front was the living room. There was a couch and a couple of
    well-worn chairs. A small TV sat on a none-too-steady stand
    opposite the couch and chairs. The place was clean, but
    cluttered. Magazines and various articles of female clothing lay
    scattered about. Jenny began picking up the latter while mumbling
    an apology. I remarked it looked lots better than my place, which
    didn't comfort her much since she saw what my car looked like and
    could well imagine what my place must look like.
       She was probably right on the money.
       After a few minutes the place was fairly straight. She plopped
    down in a chair, exhausted. I landed on the couch feeling about
    the same. Exhausted, but far from sleepy. "Nice place you got
    here." I remarked.    "Thanks." she smiled tiredly. "It was cheap
    and clean." She sat up a little and said, "I really appreciate
    the ride. And... I'm kinda glad you're here. I hate staying in
    this neighborhood by myself..." She looked like she was going to
    say more but stopped and looked away instead.

    I started to reply but felt something moving by my feet. I looked down
    and saw a little grey ball of fur playing with my shoelaces. Gently I
    reached down and picked it up. It was a kitten, about four months
    old, all fuzz and golden eyes, which stared into mine. And sharp
    claws, which I discovered a second later as he(?) decided he
    wanted down NOW. I complied quickly before he could do any
    serious damage. He shot across the room in a grey blur and
    disappeared under the coffee table.
       Jenny was grinning at me. Suddenly she got up and said "Excuse
    me, I gotta change and clean up a little. Make yourself at home.
    I won't be long." And she disappeared into one of the other
    rooms. A moment later I heard a shower running.
       I never was very good at making myself at home in somebody
    else's home. Not to mention I was worn out from work and a funny
    little knot of tension rested in the pit of my stomach. I turned
    on the TV and settled back on the couch, trying to relax.
       It wasn't long before she was done. I turned to see her and
    had to hold back a small gasp of surprise.
    She stood in the hallway dressed in just a nightshirt that
    just came down to her upper thighs, and apparently nothing else.
    The shirt was slit partway up the sides, showing tantalizing
    glimpses of skin. Her braless breasts hung firm and high, the
    nipples hard, straining against the thin cotton and just begging
    to be set free.

    Her bare legs were magnificently toned, retaining just a hint of
    tan left over from the summer. I noticed she was
    smiling at me, nervous but apparently enjoying my attentions.
    Then, to my complete shock she yawned and stretched her arms high
    above her head. The shirt, which was just barely long enough to
    begin with, rode up and I plainly saw the brown fuzz of her pubic
    hair. She held the pose for one magnificent second, then dropped
    her arms down again, much to my disappointment.
       I made no pretense of not looking at her. That would have been
    ridiculous. But her eyes met mine and I saw the same fire I saw
    earlier in the lunchroom, only this time it wasn't smoldering but
    raging almost out of control.    With slow deliberation she
    walked across the room, swinging her hips just the right amount
    to make the slits in the nightshirt part and give excruciating
    glimpses of bare skin. She sat down on the couch next to me,
    close enough to touch. One gorgeously unclad leg rested on the
    couch and across the other leg at about mid-thigh. One arm draped
    carelessly over the back. Her eyes met mine and seemed to capture
    me completely. My heart went wild as what was going on here
    finally sunk in.
    Finally she spoke, her voice low and throaty. "Did you mean
    what you said earlier?"
       Her voice startled me out of the spell I was in. "Um, what did
    I say earlier?"

    "That you like to give pleasure as much as receive it?" she
    said softly.
       My heart thudded slowly in my chest. "Sure." I answered just
    as softly, "Giving is lots of fun. I never tire of it."
       "And..." she asked, uncertainty crossing her face, "and...
    would you be willing to give a little to someone who could really
    use it?"    Now, it would seem to be obvious that I should answer
    immediately with a loud and enthusiastic YES! but being in such a
    situation is much different from reading or fantasizing. In all
    honesty, I was a little frightened. I'd had more than my share of
    fantasies about Jenny, but to be presented with a breathing
    living willing reality was another thing. You don't treat real
    human beings the way you do in fantasies. But then I realized
    that she was honestly asking for help, and taking quite a chance
    doing so. She was obviously as scared and hopeful as I was. To
    turn her down would do great damage to her self-esteem. I
    couldn't do that to her.
       So, I simply said "Yes."
    She gazed into my eyes for a long, long moment, uncertain how
    to proceed. Then her lips met mine in a deep, open kiss. She
    moved forward until she was laying on top of me while we were
    still kissing. Our bodies moved together, rubbing in slow,
    sinuous motion.

    Her hips pressed down directly on the hardness at
    my crotch and ground against it, sending waves of pleasure though
    me. Her mouth was still locked with mine, but her breath was
    coming in short gasps. Our activity became more frenzied as our
    excitement grew, her gasps turning to low moans.
       And all at once, the spell broke. She collapsed on top of me,
    her head buried in my chest, crying softly.
       The dry humping had stimulated me almost to orgasm, but my
    erection quickly faded. Unsure of what else to do, I held her and
    caressed her hair and rocked her back and forth softly while
    making what I hoped were soothing noises.
       For a long time we lay like that, until she sniffled and
    raised her head. Her eyes were red-rimmed and very vulnerable.
    "God, I feel so stupid..." she said in a very quiet voice.
       "Shhh." I said, "It's okay. You're not stupid. Things just
    went a little too fast, didn't they?"
       She nodded, looking away. "I guess so. I've never been like
    this in my entire life. I talk a lot, but I'm not really like
    that. Tonight I just... I don't know..." she started sniffling
    and buried her face in my chest again.
       "There, there," I said softly "being lonely and hurting
    doesn't make you a bad person at all. It makes you human, which
    is no more or less than the rest of us. You're a free adult and I
    don't feel you did anything wrong."

    I don't think she was convinced but she didn't respond or argue. We lay
    together silently until I wondered if she dropped off to sleep. Finally she
    raised her head. "These long hours don't help any, either. I think I'll go
    to bed."    She got off me and stood unsteadily. Her nightshirt stuck to her
    body in several interesting places but I found my interest surprisingly
    muted by my concern for this girl. I thought I was going to be making this
    couch my bed for the night but she held a hand down to me. "Come on."    I
    got up painfully, and stretched as the circulation returned to my muscles.
    How long had I been laying there, anyway? I was afraid to find out. Holding
    my hand, she pulled me towards the bedroom. "I know it's kind of forward, in
    light of how this evening is going, but I'd really like some nice company
    tonight, even just to sleep with. You don't mind, do you?"    I really
    didn't, and I said so. She kissed me on the cheek. "I've always liked you."
    The bedroom was about as orderly as the rest of the apartment, but still
    seemed feminine, without being really obvious about it. She had a full size
    bed, with the blankets thrown over it in a hurried attempt at neatness. She
    had probably done it before leaving for work this morning. Yesterday
    morning, actually.
    She pulled the covers down and sat on the edge of the bed with a
    sigh, springs groaning beneath her. "God, I'm so tired." She
    gripped the lower hem of her nightshirt, apparently to pull it
    off, and then looked up at me, concerned. "You don't mind, do
    you? I don't usually sleep with anything on."

    My mouth had suddenly gone dry again as my heart leaped. I shook my head,
    trying not to appear too anxious, "No, that's... okay."    She pulled the
    shirt up, up, revealing inch after agonizing inch  more of bare skin, until
    she pulled it off over her head and dropped it on the floor beside her. She
    stretched her arms, gloriously, wonderfully nude, and sighed "Ah... that
    feels so much better." She swung her legs up onto the bed and covered
    herself up to her waist. Her breasts were so large and inviting, the
    aureoles a bright rosy read, the nipples still partially erect, that my
    hands just ached to touch them. Instead I tore my eyes away and walked
    around to the other side of the bed, where she smiled and pulled the covers
    down for me. I sat down and almost got in before she said "Aren't you at
    least going to take your shoes off?" I *had* forgotten that little detail. I
    still had my jacket on, even. I stood up and pulled off my jacket and kicked
    off my shoes. For a moment I wondered how far I should go, then decided to
    hell with it. I pulled my shirt off over my head, then unbuckled my pants.
    She was watching me, of course, and there seemed to be a hint of excitement
    in her eyes. I took my pants off and saw her eyes lock on the bulge in my
    shorts. I was still somewhat erect so the bulge was pronounced, to say the
    least. Slowly I pulled them down and my penis, freed from imprisonment,
    leaned out from the dark fluff of my pubic hair, almost at it's
    maximum size though still pointing downward. There was an audible
    intake of breath from her when she saw it.

    I sat down and removed my socks and crawled under the covers. In a husky
    voice she said, "That was magnificent." as she reached over to turn the
    light out. Then she snuggled against me, laying her head on my arm.   Her
    body was warm, almost burning, and the feel of her bare skin next to mine
    and the excitement of knowing there were absolutely no layers of clothing
    between us soon had me excited again. My heart wouldn't stop pounding and my
    cock stood ramrod stiff and twitching. She moved her arm up and placed her
    hand on my chest. "Anybody ever tell you how attractive you are?"
       Actually, nobody had, and I said as much and I placed my free hand on her
    side and moved it from shoulder to hip in a long, slow caress, back and
    forth. After a moment her breathing changed pitch and became quicker,
    deeper.
    Her hand caressed my chest in a similar manner and she nuzzled
    my neck softly. This time there was none of the hurried frenzy of
    earlier. Things were progressing smoothly and more naturally,
    without a word from either one of us. I became a little more
    adventuresome with my explorations, and moved my hand to cup one
    soft breast. I moved my hand under it, feeling it's weight, and
    my thumb found her nipple, finally bare and fully erect. I rubbed
    my thumb across it and a short, breathy moan escaped her lips as
    she arched her back.

    Her hand moved down, raising to trail her fingers through my
    pubic hair before resting lightly on my cock, sending little
    twinges and flashes of pleasure through my pelvis. I raised my
    hips in response and she grabbed my cock almost tight enough to
    hurt. Almost, but not quite. Instead it felt wonderful.
       I was now massaging her whole breast and her breath came in
    ragged moans and she whole body writhed in slow, sinuous motion.
    I moved my face down and extended my tongue, slowly circling it
    around her nipple. Then I took it in my mouth, as much as I
    could, and sucked it in and out rapidly between my teeth, and her
    writhing became more violent, almost pulling away from me. My
    free hand, meanwhile, moved around to her back, travelling up and
    down exploring freely from her neck to her ass, which I grabbed
    hard when I reached it.
       Her mouth covered mine and our tongues intertwined
    frantically. Her arms wrapped around me almost hard enough to
    squeeze the breath out of me and my cock ground hard against her
    pubic fuzz. Finally her mouth released mine only long enough to
    gasp, "I want you in me now!"
    I had roughly the same idea by then myself. She rolled over on
    her back, more or less pulling me on top of her. I raised my hips
    and she reached down to guide me into the right spot.

    With slow deliberateness I thrust my cock into her. She was so wet and
    excited that it slid in with no resistance at all, until I was buried in her
    as deep as I could go and I felt her fuzz tickling my lower belly. She
    pressed her hips against mine for maximum penetration as her gasps became
    cries.    I did not pump but simply held myself there as her movements grew
    more frantic and her cries louder. I knew if I moved too much I would come
    and I wanted to enjoy this as long as I could. Instead I just moved myself
    from side to side a little, pushing her even closer to the brink as she
    bucked beneath me.    "Oh God... Oh God..." she moaned, her voice getting
    higher and louder until her muscles locked and held rigid in an explosive
    orgasm. The muscles of her vagina locked tight on my penis and almost
    against my will I orgasmed, pumping my seed deep into the warm depths of her
    body for what seemed a long, long time and intensifying her pleasure even
    more, if such a thing was possible.    We shared an endless moment of
    agonizing pleasure before collapsing in an exhausted heap, with me still
    laying on top and buried deep within her.    Gasping for air and trying to
    regain some of our strength, we lay like that for who knows how long.
    Jenny's eyes looked up into mine and she was so a beautiful in the
    half-light streaming in from the window. In those eyes there was no more
    fire (though I knew it would soon be
    back) but warmth and tenderness and gratitude and... love?
       In an exhausted voice she said, "Hi there, stranger."
       In a similarly exhausted voice I replied, "Hi there yourself.
    Come here often?"

    My unintentional double entendre sent us both
    into a fit of laughter that wiped away any tension that might
    have remained. It felt as if we had been lovers for years,
    instead of just one frantic night. For a fleeting instant I felt
    a glimmer of hope that it might go on for years...    She spoke
    and interrupted my musing. "You know, it's been well over a year
    since I've... been with anybody. In one short night you've made
    up for all that lost time and then some. I've never experienced
    anything this intense. Never."
       "I don't think I have either." I replied tiredly. "This was
    incredible. Just as I had always thought it might be."
       "Yeah. Me too." She shifted a little and a wave of residual
    pleasure ran though me. "Actually, I could get used to this on
    a... a regular basis. I've always, um, liked you. Maybe in the
    near future we could... um..."    I shushed her quietly, "The
    future can take care of itself, and perhaps we'll be in each
    other's. I think I'd like that myself very much. Right now let's
    just enjoy the moment." She nodded silently and relaxed.    It
    was not long before my penis began to swell again, and Jenny
    noticed it almost before I did for I had never pulled it out. The
    second time around I was much less sensitive and lasted far
    longer. She climaxed at least six times before I came again and
    we both collapsed, exhausted for real, as the first light of dawn
    began to color the sky outside.

    We spent most of Sunday in bed, and not from exhaustion
    either, although we did exhaust each other eventually. I never
    did make it home that weekend, and it was with bitter
    disappointment we faced the reality of Monday and going back to
    work. We dragged in together half an hour late, disheveled and in
    rumpled clothes (mine were the same ones from Saturday). I was
    barely coherent enough to work all day long, but not for one
    second did I regret it.

       That was six months ago. We saw each other every weekend, and
    most nights in between. Dianne moved out to join her new
    boyfriend in Oregon City, and Jenny immediately invited me to
    move in with her. I didn't waste any time packing.
       At work they don't know anything about it, because the boss
    frowns heavily on employee relationships (Or any other form of
    fun that doesn't increase his profits, for that matter.) but
    every time I walk by Jenny or meet her in the lunch room she
    always favors me with a little smile and a conspiratorial wink,
    which I always return.
       You know, I used to hate working nights...

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