This is a very brief "story strip" or "short-short."  Joe has no 
plans to do anything more with it.  So, if you don't want to leave 
it as is, it's up to one or more group members to continue the 
story.  It may be interesting, indeed, to see how a couple of 
different writers pursue the same story idea.

The rules for continuing a story strip are the same as the rules 
for anyone who wants to do a sequel to ANY of Joe's stories.


		JOE'S COMMENTS AND RULES:

Please feel free to borrow any of my characters or story ideas.  
After all, it's not like I'm trying to create a collection of 
trademarked characters and stories so that I can sell merchandise 
and action figures at my new "Joe Doe Theme Park."  

So, as far as I'm concerned, anyone who wants to can do a 
sequel/prequel/re-write/song/poem or anything else inspired 
by my stuff.  Feel free to use the characters in any way you 
think best.

I do have three very small and extremely reasonable requests.  I 
ask that you post your story under your own name/alias and not 
under mine.*  Also, please don't murder my characters or subject 
them to extreme violence (no chainsaws, etc.).  And, above all, 
make sure that you keep all of the characters (even bystanders) 
at least 18 years old.

Good luck to any would-be sequel writers.

*[For the only exception, see the introduction to "No Country 
for Old Sheriffs."  --C.L.]

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                    GIVE 'TIL IT HURTS

                            by 

                         Joe Doe



Constance eyed the large crowd at the amusement park nervously.  
As a local news anchor, she always tried to raise money for 
charity, and the after-hours party at the amusement park sounded 
like fun.

She hadn't objected when the "town mayor" of the "Pilgrim's 
Progress" area of the theme park arrested her for "strumpetry" 
and locked her in the stocks in exchange for a $500 donation 
from the crowd. 

She had even played along when the town crier auctioned off her 
shoes and socks.

But, when they pulled off her blue jeans and auctioned them and 
her halter top, she protested...loudly. 

Her clothes had raised over $5000, in total.  Her pretty pink 
panties alone had sold for nearly $1000.  But the naked reporter 
didn't care.  She just wanted the crowd to stop whistling and 
hooting at her.

Now they were selling the chance to "search the trollop for 
contraband" for "a mere $50 per hole!" 

Constance tried to get the "mayor" to release her, but he smiled 
and explained that she wouldn't be released until the park closed 
for the night...OR she raised $20,000. 

She wasn't very good at math, but, judging from the number of 
rubber gloves that were sitting next to her and the size of the 
crowd, she had a busy night ahead of her.



Edited by C. Lakewood