### Apollo BBS Archive - August 3, 1990

    Mail from Melissa Dee
    Date: 08/03/90  Time: 03:14:54

    I think Sanki Marlin is a "friend" of Michael James.  I know for sure that
    the last names are the same.  In fact, I just had an awful dream about her
    (the person I think it is) and am going to ask Cliff to please tell me if it
    is her.  If it's not, great.  But if it's her, I want to know so that I can
    confront MIchael for being a son of a bitch.
    [A]bort, [C]ontinue, [I]nsty-reply or [Z]ap:Insty-reply

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     1:Very interesting.  Thanks for the info.  -Rod
     2:See you in hell.

    X-Rated Cosmos Bulletin Board command:$C

    Message: 4071
    Author: $ Melissa Dee
    Category: Beyond...
    Subject: Going out
    Date: 08/03/90  Time: 03:30:23

            He watches her from across the smoky bar-room floor.  She has been
    nursing Long Island teas for most of the night.  She is teasing him now,
    stroking the straw and pretending to give this skinny dick a slow blow job.
    Drinks make her juices flow and inhibitions fly out of her head.  And he
    should know:  she's his wife.
    They haven't tried playing this game in a while but it was fun the last
    time. She comes early and listens to the band, dances a few fast dances to
    warm her up, and a couple of hours later, he shows up and pretends to be a
    dark stranger. He watches her dance with other men, her tight ass swaying in
    front of him, her torso inches from another man's cock.
    Finally he asks her to dance.   She lifts herself up from the chair with a
    light grace and walks slowly to the floor.  His eyes follow her black heels
    up her black lace stockings that end just under her mini skirt that hugs her
    hips.  Her slick, silk shirt seems to want to slip off her shoulders.
    On the dance floor, she wraps her arms loosely around him as he places his
    hands around her waist.  She acts cooly but he knows she must be wet by now,
    if not from the dancing, for sure from the ice teas.  Still, she sways to
    the music on the beat with out faltering.  She's away been a great dancer.
    She shifts her weight back and forth and he can feel her hips moving
    underneath her silk blouse.  She rests her head on his shoulder, her ear
    inches from his ears.

    He rests his lips on her skin and begins to suck lightly and now the goose
    bumps are two large ones in her chest.  She lets out a deep breathe and
    squeezes his shoulders as his tongue traces the veins in her neck.  She
    brings up her face toward his and kisses his cheek, mouth, licks his lips,
    and starts to open them with her tongue as his hands slip under her shirt,
    touching her bare skin. Her body tingles as his fingertips shoot pleasure
    ripples through her skin to her brain.   Her hips begin to grind to the
    music and against his hard cock, and he moans into her mouth.  He pulls her
    ass closer to him, pushing her against his fly, rocking with her hips.  The
    music is starting to wind down and he looks up abruptly to find an escape
    route so no one will be able to see his prick straining against his pants.
    He doesn't find one back at the table.  She reaches down and gives his penis
    a little squeeze and he is brought back to her.
    "Let's go," he says in his husky voice.
    "Get your purse and meet me outside by my car."  He finds his way of the
    dance floor and out the main door as she stands lost, trying to make it to
    her table.
    Once outside she searches for the car.  Through the smoke and the darkness
    she hears her name coming from the right.  She looks and finds him. She
    walks over, smiling.  He is there waiting to open her door.
    "It's locked," she smiles coyly.
    "Well then, let me unlock you," he smiles back, sticking his key between her
    legs and giving his wrist a twist.

    She moans quietly as his arm brushes against her wet lips.
    "Thank you," she whispers.
    "My pleasure," he responds.
    "No, it was mine."
    She has to bend over to get in the small sports car and she is sure that the
    men behind her got a glimpse of her garters and bare ass.
    "Ready?" he asks over the hoots and hollers.
    "Oh yeah," she laughs.  "Let's go."
    They take off for home.  As he accelerates  she looks out her window to the
    stars and sighs, remembering the first night she had made love.  She had
    snuck out of her parents home to meet her boyfriend at the park.  He had
    brought a blanket and she was wearing a skirt without any panties.  She was
    on her back for most of the time and kept her eyes open, gazing into the
    sky, fixating on the stars to keep her mind off the pain as her first penis
    entered her.  His hand touches her leg then, bringing her back.  They have
    stopped for a red light and he turns round to kiss her.  Her mind returns to
    the problems awaiting her at home; having to pay the baby-sitter, make sure
    that Ian is asleep already, not make any noise during sex so as not to wake
    the baby, the pile of dishes that are soaking in the sink.  When she looks
    up she notices that they are past the road to their home and heading out for
    the desert.   He lets out an evil cackle when she asks where they are going.
    "I'm going to take you out to the desert and rape ya!  Ha ha ha ha."

    She laughs at his assertion as they take off, accelerating to 65 in 10
    seconds. She opens the sun roof, letting in the air and the sky and the
    stars.  She lifts herself up and out into the dark night, letting out a loud
    howl of her own. He runs his hands up her legs, reaching the top of her
    stockings and unhooks them from the garter.  He turns up the music so she
    will dance above him, her shapely ass and legs moving next to his face.  She
    gives him an Alright! as a good song comes over the air.  She starts her
    striping moves as he rolls down her black stockings.  He then reaches up to
    slip a finger over her wet snatch and she sings out even louder.  She lowers
    herself onto a finger as she tries to drop down on to his face, teasing him
    with her glistening pussy.  She climbs back up into the night sky as she
    unbuttons her blouse, letting her large breasts receive some badly needed
    air.  Her shirt flaping in the wind, she takes one of her breasts and lifts
    it up to her mouth, licking around her nipple as the waves of pleasure
    ripple from her clitoris to her stomach to her nipples and mouth.
    He slips his hand over her soft ass, lightly tickling her creamy skin.  She
    is finding this too much to take and drop back into her seat. She unbuttons
    his pants and releases erection.  He looks so hard.  She loves to take him
    into her mouth.  She is so hot that she cannot tease him but has to have all
    of his beautiful cock down her throat.
    "Oh God, Babe.  Ohhhh.  Wait.  Oh God," he mumbles as she quickly pumps her
    head up and down his large shaft, flicking her tongue at his head.
    He quickly finds a spot and pulls over,  slams on the brake and puts his
    seat down.

    She struggles with his pants as she continues to suck him off. He helps her
    rid of his pants and then turns her around so they can 69. She slowly lowers
    herself onto his smooth tongue and screams into his thick prick.  He drinks
    in her love juice as he dives in with full force, but is careful to lightly
    touch her sensitive clit.  He can tell she is close as her thighs muscles
    tense up and it is then that he jams two fingers into her tight cunt,
    pumping his love as he licks her to orgasm.  He lifts her off his cock so he
    can hear her yell out his name with God's as she begins to shake and tremble
    over his face and fingers.  He drinks up from her love fountain and softly
    kisses her whole quivering cunt as she comes back to earth.
    She turns round to bring her head up to his lips, gloss with her own juices
    and takes in a deep kiss, smelling her fragrant perfume on his face.
    "Do you want to come inside?" she gently asks in his ear.
    He answers by positioning his ready rocket against her still throbbing box.
    He slowly enters her, knowing how everything contracts after she comes.
    "Oh God, love.  I love you inside of me.  It feels so strong, so big.  Oh
    yeah, go in all the way."
    He increases his speed and she moves with his rhythm.  His thrusts fall deep
    into her well and hit that sweet spot, making her feel about to come again.
    She reaches back behind her to stoke his swollen balls as he bring down a
    finger on her clit.
    "Oh God, love.  Oh love.  Oh God, if you keep stoking me I'm going to come
    again."

    "Then I won't stop," he answers as he pumps his cock into her at high speed,
    rubbing her hot clit. He is starting to show his signs.  His legs tense, his
    other hand begins to twitch and his head strains forward to kiss her.
    "Kiss me," he pleads.  She brings her warm lips to his and thrusts her
    tongue deep inside of him as he tunnels his way to her core.  She feels the
    come moving out of his balls so she knows she doesn't have to fight back
    herself any longer. They moan together with each entry.  She raises the seat
    up so they she can lift her head out the car and into the stars, screaming
    out her lovers name as he bites into her neck and spills his love seed into
    her gripping box.
    They collapse into the car seat, their sweat mixing as their breathe
    intertwines, trying to slow down.  Their hearts beat loud and strong for
    the love they have just made.  He opens his eyes to see the sky full of
    stars against a black blanket of velvet.  Then into her eyes to find them
    full of love.
    "I love you," he says softly.
    "I love you," she says.

    Message: 4077
    Author: $ Bill Burkett
    Category: Thang!
    Subject: JB's Perversions
    Date: 08/03/90  Time: 06:51:42

            When I used "perversions" in that message I meant just about
    anything outside "normal" sex.
            Now, of course, "normal" is just as difficult to define as
    "perversion," probably because they're opposite sides of the same
    coin.  When I first became aware of sex, male-female-missionary
    position sex was about the only act considered normal, at least
    in my part of society.  Since that time oral sex, once considered
    a perversion, has become quite widely practiced and is, in many
    circles, now considered "normal."
            I suppose that what I meant is exactly what you suggest:
    That viewing sexual acts which are outside my experience doesn't
    bother me.  Who knows?  I might even find it enjoyable.  I think
    this goes beyond mere tolerance and more toward curiosity.
            Likes and dislikes are not logical entities.  They can't be
    dissected and their components analyzed.  I have no criteria
    against which I measure particular sex acts, just as I have no
    criteria for barbecue sauce.  If I like it, I like it; if I
    don't, I don't.  Experience has told me I probably wouldn't like
    barbecue sauce containing large quantities of model airplane
    glue.  Yet, if enough people I trust tell me it's great, I just
    might try it.
            And what, specifically, I've found that I enjoy is none of
    your business.

    Public & Free Bulletin Board command:$C

    Message: 68228
    Author: Hans Glans
    Category: Chit Chat
    Subject: 68195
    Date: 08/03/90  Time: 07:24:46

    Well, the mother thinks it is inconvenient. I guess she has tried, and the
    baby can't get ENOUGH milk, so she said the HELL with it.
    Not the way I would like to see it done. But then, I would have rather seen
    her not smoke through her whole pregnancy either.

    Message: 68229
    Author: Hans Glans
    Category: Religion
    Subject: 68202
    Date: 08/03/90  Time: 07:29:25

    And the children will grow up happy, because ignorance is bliss.
    They can not choose for themselves what is right and wrong, only what is
    right and wrong according to scripture and what their religious hierarachy
    has to say.
    Right and wrong should involve some reasoning...Like if I am mad at someone,
    I shouldn't forcibly put a hole in their head, why? "Thou shalt not kill"
    WRONG!
    The real reason is that I am denying that person their right to exist, which
    I would care about, unless they did something quite heinous.
    If it was someone I actually liked, but was just mad at, I would also be
    deprived of their company.
    And if caught, I would be deprived of my freedom.

    Message: 68230
    Author: $ Roger Mann
    Category: Chit Chat
    Subject: BB/physics
    Date: 08/03/90  Time: 07:38:00

    feel free to join in.

    Message: 68231
    Author: $ Roger Mann
    Category: Answer!
    Subject: sandi/procomm
    Date: 08/03/90  Time: 07:38:57

    The question is whether Procomm has a real physical existence.

    Message: 68232
    Author: $ Roger Mann
    Category: Chit Chat
    Subject: Jeff/Relativity
    Date: 08/03/90  Time: 07:44:40

    Have you read Einstein's short book on Relativity explained ? It is one
    of the best (it's a miracle that the man who developed the Theory can
    explain it so clearly)

    Message: 68233
    Author: $ Roger Mann
    Category: Chit Chat
    Subject: Rod/Grandma
    Date: 08/03/90  Time: 07:47:05

    This reminds me of how we adults can say something without much thought
    and really affect the lives of those dear little ones entrusted to our
    care for so many years. I suspect that if Grandma has to spend two weeks
    in jail, I would have to spend a year.

    Message: 68234
    Author: $ Beauregard Dog
    Category: Chit Chat
    Subject: Grammar
    Date: 08/03/90  Time: 08:08:51

    I've been listening a guy from England for two days who often leaves
    prepositions the side of the road.

    Message: 68235
    Author: $ Ann Oudin
    Category: Chit Chat
    Subject: Cliffy/#68175
    Date: 08/03/90  Time: 08:33:31

    From your post I assume you just might believe reincarnation - right? I find
    it a most interesting concept that answers many questions. That is one of
    the reasons I think this earth is our hell and we are put here for past
    mistakes. Sins if you will!
    I do not believe that humans will come back as animals, insects, rocks, etc.
    That is called 'Transmigration of the soul!' Most sects in India believe in
    that - thus the reason cattle are running around all over the place - it
    might just be their kin folks! Ha. -=*) ANN (*=-

    Message: 68236
    Author: $ Ann Oudin
    Category: Question?
    Subject: Hell and ....
    Date: 08/03/90  Time: 08:34:49

    .... Hades - isnt' it the same thing - place? -=*) ANN (*=-

    Message: 68237
    Author: $ Ann Oudin
    Category: Answer!
    Subject: Sandi & John
    Date: 08/03/90  Time: 08:44:38

    Re: the capture buffer in Procomm - which I use but have ever captured
    anything, prefering to answer on line - here is the messages I recieve on
    the JCCS BBS regarding the subject ....
    "To capture any online message or an ascii DL. use  F1 to open a log
    and then reread the message - use the same command again to close the log.
    If you want to leave it going and just save selected messages, use  F2
    to put the log on and off hold ... if doing this to a floppy, never remove
    the floppy if the log is open or on hold - the FAT and DIR  structures will
    be distroyed beyond recovery"!
    "Procomm will ask for a filename, Just type in something (Buffer.txt for
    example) and then press ENTER. This will open your capture buffer and
    everything from then on will be saved to a disk file called Buffer.txt in
    ASCII format that you can read in your wordprocessor later."
    Hope this helps - it's Greek to me! -=*) ANN (*=-

    Message: 68238
    Author: $ Ann Oudin
    Category: Chit Chat
    Subject: Daryl on Rod
    Date: 08/03/90  Time: 09:05:28

    Re: your "But the truth is, that you know nothing about or more correcty,
    less than nothing ..." in a post to Rod ...
    That simply is NOT true as much as you'd like to think it is. Rod Knows a
    lot about it - as much as any Christian! I think that comment was a bit
    unfair to him. He is simply stating his opinions and you come back with
    Bible quotes about Saul. That's not debating. He has made some excellent
    points and is not afraid to voice what he believes in. I would like to see
    some of his questions answered myself. I don't always agree with Rod, but
    find his posts most provocative and thought provoking.
    Re: your " If you die with your back to Him, there is no chance to correct
    your mistake; the damage is done!: Now that's a good one for you to answer.
    How do you know this? Do you presume to know this for a fact? Read God's
    mind? How can  on one hand you believe in God's love and mercy and then
    turn around and believe he will send anyone to hell (or what ever - the
    definition of hell seems to be spread out here - not concise by any means)
    for an eternity - even if that means, translates of being without God for
    eternity????? Every Christian that I know will tell you that the Bible is
    not clearly understood. One must except it through faith. You sound like all
    the 'mysteries' have been revealed to you somehow - where really, you don't
    know for sure anymore that Rod or anyone else does. You just have 'faith'!
    Nothing wrong with that - I'm not condemning here, but I sure would like
    some down to earth answers on some of these questions with out the sermon!
                              -=*) ANN (*=-

    Message: 68239
    Author: $ Ann Oudin
    Category: Question?
    Subject: Daryl on hell
    Date: 08/03/90  Time: 09:07:18

    Re: "Hell is being cut off from the presence of God ..." But arn't we cut
    off from Him being on the earth so to speak? I don't see His actual
    presence, do you? And I don't mean in the flowers, clouds, birth, etc. etc.
    either - real presence! -=*) ANN (*=-

    Message: 68240
    Author: $ Apollo SYSOP
    Category: Religion
    Subject: Reincarnation
    Date: 08/03/90  Time: 10:52:42

            I don't rule it out compleatly.   I like to think God gives second
    chances.....   I am open minded on this theory.

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

    Message: 68241
    Author: $ Sandi Marlin
    Category: Answer!
    Subject: roger/procomm
    Date: 08/03/90  Time: 11:10:12

    I have bounced a phone number off of it, and as near as I can tell, I'm
    reading messages on this board because of it...so far as I, an average,
    still-half-awake human being not trained in higher physics, know, it exists
    on the hard drive...