Honoring deirdre. I wrote the three short stories posted here for the deirdre fest. I submitted them and I have no idea what happened to them because I’ve never been able to find the deirdre fest. Deidre was a writer of erotica and she wrote over 150 stories She has not written anything since 1999. You can read her Stories here. /~BitBard/forray/deirdre/ She had a style all her own and I’ve tried to capture it in these stories. She used loads of ***. I hope you enjoy. :p deirdre Style. (FM, Cheat.) Fantasy: By Purplecat I looked at Patty out of the corner of my eye. I was afraid I might show my true thoughts if I looked her directly in the eyes. She was just sitting there waiting for me to respond. We were at a party at Gerald Wilcox house. Gerald is a young single guy that's new to town. He works at the same place my husband, Dave and Patty's husband, Larry, works. It was a Halloween party but, no one was dressed up. Gerald was wearing a tee shirt with *Sit on a happy face* emblazoned across his chest. The party had been going on for a while and I think Patty was a little tipsy. I had reached the point where I knew it was time to stop drinking and just enjoy my self. When we go to a party, Dave and I always kind of go our own way and dance with everybody except each other. I think I had danced with everybody at least once. I danced with one guy that kept humming the whole time. Not a tune, just humming. Even though I knew better, I finally asked him why he was humming. He said he came to the party as a vibrator and asked if he could be of service. By the time I stopped laughing the song was over and I sat down on the couch next to Patty. I've known Patty for years, her Larry and my Dave are best friends, so we see a good bit of each other. We've had a lot of conversations, but I don't remember ever talking about sex with her. It must have been because she was drinking, she suddenly just said, "I hope Larry don't want sex tonight." "Why not?" I asked, I was kind of looking forward to it myself. "When he's been drinking he hurts me," she said, "Actually it always hurts, but when he's drinking he's rough and it hurts worse." "Do you have some kind of problem?" I asked. "No it's just that he's so big." "He's no bigger than Dave." "No, I mean down there, you know, his penis." So now she's sitting there waiting for me to say something and I'm trying to avoid eye contact with her. I think that the only fantasy I have, is to have at least one *big* penis in my life time. Of course I have others, about money, a dream home and maybe a Ferrari, but that's my only sexual fantasy. I really didn't know what to say so I just blurted out, "God, how big is it?" "It's humongous," she said, "This long and this big around," indicating the length and diameter with her hands. From her gestures I gathered that our friend Larry has a penis that's around twelve inches long and approximately three inches thick. Yes I can see how that might be painful, but I was perfectly willing to be tortured by a thing like that. I'm not a *cheater*, well okay I have cheated before, but that was a long time ago. Luckily the music started again and that gave me an excuse to get away from Patty before she could see the desire in my eyes. I was drawn like a magnet to Larry. "I don't think we've danced yet," I said, giving him my best smile. "No, I don't believe we have," he grinned and steered me into the crowd of couples that were already dancing. It was a slow dance so I took the opportunity to check out his endowment. No matter how much I rubbed myself against his pelvic area I really couldn't be certain that what Patty said was true. "My, you're behaving quite sexy tonight," He said, smiling. "It's probably the alcohol." I wished he would grab my butt in both hands and do a little bump and grind, but he didn't. "I can tell by the way you're acting that Patty told you." "Told me what?" I asked. "Don't be coy," he grinned, "you know what I'm talking about." "No, I don't believe I do," I said, being coy. "She told you about the size of my penis and you're trying to find out if what she said is true." I didn't say anything. I just rubbed myself against him harder. "Come on now, tell the truth. You'd love to see it wouldn't you?" I wasn't about to tell him what I wanted, I know I was acting like some kind of tramp, but I wasn't about to put words to it. "You know I'm in sales and spend much of my time out of the office," he said, seriously, "I could stop by your place anytime if you would like?" I still couldn't bring myself to tell him what I wanted. "Let's go out on the patio and I'll show it to you right now." He didn't wait for an answer. He took my hand and led me through the dancing crowd. I followed like a dog on a leash. I was mesmerized by the thought of seeing it. I already had a picture of it in my mind. I just couldn't be sluttish enough to put words to my desires. On the patio we found another couple stretched out on a lounge chair with their mouths glued together. "Damn," I thought. He led me to a door and opened it. We were in the garage. It was a two car garage and Gerald's car was there. There was a night light plugged into a wall outlet and it gave us plenty of light. He unzipped his pants and fished around inside his loose fitting trousers. I couldn't help but gasp when he pulled it out. It wasn't all the way hard, but he rubbed it a few times and it began to grow. Even at half hard it was twice as thick and inches longer than my husbands. It gradually grew to full hard, and I stared at it in all its glory. Patty had been right. If anything she had underestimated its size. However her word *humongous* described it perfectly. "There you are. What do you think?" he asked. I don't know what I thought, I couldn't think, My mind was totally separated from my vocal chords, so I couldn't answer either. My body could act though I lifted my skirt and pushed my panties down to my knees. I kicked them free of my feet and slid up on the hood of Gerald's car. I leaned back on my elbows and spread my legs as wide as I could. He stepped up to me and slowly brought his five pound salami closer to my gaping sex. I watched with anticipation as it came closer and closer. At last I was about to have my Fantasy fulfilled. I was about to be filled full. I felt it touch me and it felt like a burning ember. It began to slowly stretch me beyond my capacity. I knew there was much more to come. but I did what anyone would do in a situation like that, I came. The End Deirdre style. (FF, spank) Do me: By Purplecat. I was hurrying to get to the gym. It was the first day of tryouts for the varsity cheerleader squad. I wanted to make the team in the worse way, but to be honest I really didn't *expect* to. I was a cheerleader for four years in high school and everybody say's I'm great at it. I took gymnastics to become a better tumbler and if I do say so my self I'm pretty good at flips and hand springs. I knew I was up against some stiff competition because I'm a freshman and the other girls were all juniors and seniors. I was hoping my tumbling ability would get me on the team. Ms. Nornchild was the cheerleader coach and I'd heard that she was tough. When I went into her office she didn't even look up, "Yes, what can I do for you," she asked, still looking at the papers in front of her. "I'm here for the tryouts," I said. "You'll have to have release forms signed before you can try out." "Yes ma'am I know I have them right here," I said, laying the forms on her desk. I knew the forms would be required and had my parents sign them days ago. She looked up at me frowning, but the frown slowly changed to a smile. Go to the locker room and change, be in the gym in fifteen minutes." "Yes Ma'am," I said, grinning and hurried out. I was feeling pretty good when I got to the locker room. Ms. Nornchild seemed like a decent sort and I was sure I would like her once I got to know her. There were several other girls in the locker room and one of them looked up at me and smiled. You're a freshman aren't you?" she asked. "Yeah I am." "My names Amy," she said sticking out her hand, "Welcome to the LVU's *whores* club." I laughed and shook her hand. "Better watch her honey or she'll have her hand in something besides your hand," another girl said. She introduced herself as Debbie and she also shook my hand. Several of the other girls introduced themselves. I found an empty locker and started to change. "Did you go see *Norney*?" Amy asked. "Yes I did, she seems very nice." I assumed that was Ms. Nornchild's nickname. "She didn't smile at you did she?" "Yes as a matter of fact she did." "Whata ya think Deb? Thirty minutes?" "I'll bet five it's less than thirty," Debbie grinned. "I'm not taking that bet," Amy laughed. Before I could ask what the heck they were talking about, they all filed out to the gym. Did they think I wouldn't last thirty minutes? Well, I had news for them I would last a lot longer than thirty minutes. I finished dressing in my shorts and tee shirt and followed them. The other girls were limbering up so I joined them. In a few minutes Ms. Nornchild came in. She was wearing short shorts and a sleeveless tee shirt. I know I must have gaped, because she had muscles in places that I didn't even have places. Her muscles had muscles. She had to be into weight training big time. She put us through a couple of limbering exercises and then she walked up to me. "Okay young lady show us your *stuff*," she said. This was my big chance and I wasn't about to blow it. I did a running series of front hand springs and flips and finished with two back flips. I could tell by the expression on the other girls faces that they were impressed. Ms. Nornchild's face looked like it was made of stone. I was confused because I knew I had done everything perfectly. "After the session get dressed and come to my office," she growled. I didn't know what was going on, but I saw Amy wink at Debbie. After the session I hurried into the dressing room with the other girls "What's going on," I asked Amy, "Is she going to kick me off the team?" "Just do everything she say's and you'll be fine," Amy said. I didn't know about that, I was *scared stiff* I just knew I was gone before I even got started. I got dressed in my skirt and blouse and headed toward Ms. Nornchild's office. I was so nervous I could hardly talk when she looked up at me from her desk. "That was the most *pitiful* display of tumbling I've ever seen," she said. I tried to answer, but nothing would come out. "I'm afraid I'll have to punish you for that." "Yes ma'am," I finally managed to squeak. She got up and walked around her desk. "Bend over my desk." I almost decide to tell her where to go, but Amy's words came back to me, `Do everything that she says.' I bent over the desk. She put her hand on my back and pushed forcing me to lay flat on the desk. She went back around the desk. "Lower your hands to the floor." I did it and before I knew what was happening my *wrist* were bound with ropes that were already attached to the two back legs of her desk. Then she walked around and pulled at my legs, soon my *ankles* were bound just like my wrist. "Now I'm going to spank you for being so sloppy with your tumbling," What could I do, I was *helpless*, spread eagled across her desk like that. "Yes ma'am," I said. "Who told you, you could talk?" she demanded, "you are not to make a sound until I say it's okay." "Yes ma'am," I said. *Splat* her hand hit my upturned butt. "I told you not to make a sound." I got the idea and I didn't. She flipped my skirt up onto my back baring my bottom. I always wear a thong. I don't like that elastic of panties around my thighs, so my bottom was bare. Splat, splat, splat, her hand resounded against my bottom. My whole body stiffened, but I didn't make a sound. The pain was a new experience for me. She continued to smack my bare bottom. The more she hit me he more she got into it. She was working herself into a frenzy. She was smacking me with both hands one cheek after the other. I think I realized that she wasn't hitting me as hard as she could, with her muscles she could have turned my butt into hamburger. She was just hitting me hard enough to make it sting. My body responded to the feel of her hands striking me. My sex became wet, so wet it was dripping, I felt myself reaching for orgasm. I couldn't believe it but it was coming, but it didn't it just hung there on the verge, I was straining to make it happen, but it didn't. She suddenly pulled my thong down to my knees and buried her face between my cheeks. I could feel her nose against my back hole and I heard her taking deep breaths. Inhaling the scent of my back hole and then her tongue licked the length of my sex. I couldn't help but moan as I came. I screamed as my orgasm tore through my body. I didn't care if I made a sound any more. If making a sound would make her do it *again*, I would scream my head off. It slowly ebbed away, as she continued to lick me. I wanted it again, I wanted more and more, but she stood. `There, I guess you won't do that again," she said. "No Ma'am," I said, `Not more than two or three dozen times a day,' I thought. She untied my feet and hands and I turned around sitting on her desk rubbing my wrist. "I guess you know not to breathe a word of this to anybody?" "Yes Ma'am, I won't," I said. "You can go now and by the way you made the team," she said, smiling. I staggered through her door in a daze. To my surprise Amy and Debbie were standing there waiting for me. "I made the team," I said, rather proudly. "Yes we were sure you would," Amy said grinning. "Now the rest of the team is going to make you," Debbie grinned. They led me into the locker room where the whole team was waiting. "She made it of course," Amy said. They all gathered around and tried to grab me and before I knew it I was lying on a bench with tongues licking me everywhere. Amy was staring into my eyes. "What do you think?" she asked. "Will Ms. Nornchild do it again?" I asked. "Horny Norney is always there to make sure you do right," she grinned. "So if I do something wrong she'll do it again?" "Honey, she'll do it again even if you do everything right." Amy's lips came closer and closer to mine. "Shut up and *do me*," I moaned. The End deirdre style, (MF, exhibitionism.) Showoff: By Purplecat. I think my husband, Sam, is a little on the *jealous* side, not that he would ever let me see it, but I do think so. He does like to show off my *body* to others though. I like to show off my body too, but I would never let him know that. I remember when it started. I think I was about six. There were lots of boys in the neighborhood that were my age and we played together everyday. We had a storage shed with an old *trunk* and that's where I had my first experience. It was Bobby Bernstein that started the whole thing. We were playing and he said, "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours." I had no problem figuring out what he was talking about, because he was holding his *crouch* the whole time. I agreed immediately because I wanted to see his *thing*. There were three other boys there and Bobby suggested we go into the shed. I didn't want to get naked with them watching and when I saw the trunk I had an idea. I opened the empty trunk and climbed inside. "You guys close the lid and when I'm ready I'll pop out," I said," Sit down and wait." I was never so excited in my life as I wiggled out of my dress and panties. The trunk was big so I had no problem getting my clothes off. When I was *naked* I got into a squatting position and put my hands against the lid. I pushed the lid open and stood up. With my hands high over my head I twisted around in front of them showing every inch of my little body. Then I giggle and pulled the lid back over me. I quickly put my clothes back on and stood up again. "Do it again," Bobby said. "No you promised to show me your thing." All four of the boys pulled their little dicks out and showed them to me. I just stared at them. They were all sticking out and looked *hard*. "Now do it again," Bobby said, So I did it again. After that we went into the shed several times a day, I showed them my body and they showed me their little dicks, I never touched them though and they never touched me. That went on continuously until I was eight. That's when My Dad was transferred and we moved away. I never got another opportunity to strip off in front of a group, but the thought has never left me, it's always lurking somewhere in the recesses of my mind. Actually I almost forgot about it until I was in college. The girls in my sorority decided that we should all go to a strip club. Not because any of us were lesbian, but it was the best place to meet *men*. The young men from our school crowded the place almost every night. When we went into the place there was a beautiful half naked woman dancing on stage. It wasn't long before she was totally naked and I felt my old desire to strip off in front of a crowd flood my brain. It would have taken very little to get me up on that stage, tossing my clothes to the crowd. I somehow managed to restrain myself and I'm glad I did. That's the night I met Sam. There were several of us girls and luckily we were early enough so we were able to push enough tables together so we could all sit together. There was a table full of men seated next to us. When the woman dancing finished and left the stage there was a lull in the music. Evidently the delay was longer than usual because the men started voicing their disapproval. One of the men leaned over to me and said, "Hi, I'm Sam. Why don't you get up there and dance for us?" "I would if the *price* was right," I said grinning. "How much?" he asked, grinning back. "I don't think you guys have enough," I said," and besides the manager is paying me not to dance." "Why's that?" "He's afraid I'll give his dancers an inferiority complex," I laughed. He laughed too, but then said. "Hey I like your attitude, wanna go out." "Sure, why not?" I said, still laughing. At this point I was laughing to cover my nervousness. "Have you had dinner yet?" he asked. "No I haven't we planned on eating afterward." "Wanna eat now?" Sure let's go," I said, a little surprised at myself. We wound up at McDonalds with a Big Mac, Fries and a coke. I liked Sam, he was a neat guy and he treated me like a lady. On the fourth date we had sex and after that we were inseparable. It was my first time and I think his too, but he would never admit to that. We became a couple and after we graduated were *married*. Right from the beginning the old *show off* inside of me took over. I hardly ever wore anything. Just enough to keep up the mystery I took every opportunity to put myself in a sexy pose for him. I think the poor guy sported a *hard on* every minute he was at home, at least when we were alone. He bought a digital camera and began taking pictures of me. That really turned me loose, off went the *mystery*. Now I posed totally nude and in every position I could think of. He was really proud of the way I *looked*. He was too jealous to show them to anyone we knew so he started putting them on some of those amateur sites on the Internet. I loved getting email from all of those strange men telling me how *good* I looked and all of the things they would love to do to me. Some of them sent me pictures of their dicks and some sent pictures of them *cumming* on my picture. All of this was very exciting and made me get even *nastier*. We started putting pictures on there of us having sex. The camera had a time delay that allowed us to pose before it took the pictures. This went on for about five years. Sam gave me a *stage name* at least that's what he called it. It was, DiDe. To be honest that just whetted my appetite to get up on a stage and strip off naked in front of a crowd. I could just hear an announcer in my dreams, "And here she is ladies and gentlemen, the one, the only, *DiDe*." It was just a dream though, I knew it would never happen. Just about every morning I meet with my friends for coffee. We meet at a little sidewalk cafe‚ not too far from our apartment. It's a standing thing we meet every morning at ten. If you can't go it's no big deal, because there will be plenty of others there. Most of the time there's about six of us, sometimes more, sometimes less, but there's hardly ever less than four. It's mostly just girl talk and gossip. If you don't want to be the topic of conversation you'd better show up. Women can be kind of vicious, especially when they talk about another woman. For the last few days the topic has been three old men that just sits and stare at us. One smokes a pipe, one a cigar and the third eats constantly. My friend, Darby said they're stalking us. Finally it was decided that one of us should confront them and find out what they're up to. It was decided by everyone but me that I should be the one doing the *confronting*. I really didn't mind, after all they were just three lonely old men that probably couldn't do anything even if they wanted to, so I walked over to their table, "Good morning gentlemen," I said. "Who said we were gentlemen," The man with the cigar said, smiling. The man eating laughed. "My friends and I were wondering why you keep staring at us." He took the cigar out of his mouth and smiled bigger. "We weren't staring at your friends. We were staring at you," he said. The man with the pipe smiled and said, "Your name is *DiDe* isn't it?" If I'd been hit in the head with a sledge hammer I couldn't have been more stunned. Sam always blocked out my eyes or I wore sunglasses when being photographed, but I always suspected that it wouldn't keep me from being recognized. "*No* it's not," I lied. "It is to, I'd know you anywhere." I really didn't know what to say. "Hang around after your friends leave, we have a proposition for you," the cigar said. I just turned on my heel and walked away. I walked back to our table in a daze. "What did they say?" everyone asked at once. `They said they were sorry, they didn't know they were staring. They said we're all so beautiful that they guessed they did it with out thinking." "Oh, they are so sweet," Darby said brushing back her hair to give them a better view of her face. All of the other women pulled out their compacts and began touching up their makeup. I just *smiled*. I couldn't imagine what kind of proposition they were speaking of, but I was very curious. They obviously had seen me naked from every angle and in every conceivable position. None of my friends knew about my pictures and I didn't want them to find out. I decided to wait until my friends were all gone and talk to these men. I didn't want them coming by our table and calling me *DiDe". Darby and I are always the last ones to leave and I was wishing she would hurry up and go. She finally did and I walked toward the men's table. They all stood and the pipe smoker held a chair for me. After I was seated they all sat and introduced themselves. The pipe smoker was, George, the cigar, Jake, and the eater, John. "Okay, what's your proposition?" I asked, I think rather *nervously*. George smiled and said, "Before we get into all that, let me explain why we’re here," He took a deep breath and started. " About a week ago I stopped by here for a quick cup of coffee and happen to see you sitting with the other women. I was amazed because I never expected to see you. None of us ever expected to actually meet you. I recognized you immediately from the hundreds of pictures you've put on the Internet. When I told Jake and John about seeing you they didn't believe me, so I brought them here the next morning and there you were. We've been coming back every morning since and admiring you. We've been trying to figure out a way to get to meet you and talk with you. We figured that flirting wouldn't work, look at us were a bunch of old codgers. We figured you'd just laugh at us. When you came over to our table earlier all three of us about had a hemorrhage. At our age you can't stand many shocks like that." I couldn't help but smile at them. They looked like three little kids that just met Santa Claus. I was quite *flattered* by their attention. "What's the proposition?" I asked, still curious. George continued, "We have a men's club, we call it the Dirty Old Men's Club, all the members are our age. We're all either divorced or a widower and we meet the last Tuesday of every month. You're kind of our mascot. We all have pictures of you and we trade them like baseball cards. We were wondering if you would come to one of our meetings and meet the other members. We couldn't pay you or anything and you're welcome to bring your husband if you want. It would really mean a lot to all of them if they could meet you." "Maybe you could do a little dance for us." Jake grinned. This guy Jake had just rung my *bell*. "Do you have a stage?" I asked. "No, but we could get one," George said. "Maybe you could do a little tease," Jake suggested. The man was still pulling my chain and ringing my bell. "So what you're asking is for me to get up on a stage and take off my clothes, right?" "We never really expected you to do that, but yes that would be nice." George said. I thought about that for almost a second. "Okay I'll do it, when is your next meeting?" "Just so happens it's tonight," George said, grinning. "Where?" "It's in the ponderosa room at the Hill Side hotel on Park Ave." "What time?" "The meeting starts at seven you can come anytime after that." "I'll be there, be sure to have the stage ready." "Yes ma'am everything will be ready for this," George said grinning. I got up and started to leave when a thought hit me. "There is one thing I want in return," I said. "Just name it," George said. "After I dance I want all of the men to show me their *penis*." All three of them were shocked, at least they had a shocked expression on their face. George finally managed to say, "I'm sure that can be arranged, you can see mine right now if you want to." I laughed, "No, after I dance will be fine." I left there with my head in the clouds. This was my dream come true. It had worked out almost perfect, because Sam was out of town on business and would be the whole week He did that the last week of every month, so that meant I could dance at the Dirty Old Man's meeting every month. I was so excited I was simply *bubbling*, down there I mean. I spent the rest of the day getting ready for my big moment. I stripped off and danced in front of my full length mirror, I tried different poses and different speed music. I think I tried on every sexy dress I owned, as well as panties and bras. A little before seven, I put the finishing touches to my make up and took one last look in the mirror. I was pleased. I was wearing a low cut, strapless, black evening gown. Under it I wore a gauzy black thong, a black *see-through* bra that pushed my breast almost to my chin and a pair of black thigh high hose. Long dangly earrings finished off the look I wanted. I'd fussed with my hair and had tried it done up in every conceivable way, but finally decided to let it flow naturally. I have long hair and I thought it might add motion to my dance. I arrived at the Ponderosa room at quarter after seven and was met by my three recruiters. There were about a dozen other old men there sitting around tables, there was a stage in one corner of the room that was plenty big enough to allow plenty of moving around while dancing, George, Jake and John took me around and introduced me to the other men. They all ogled me a good bit and a couple actually let a little *drool* escape from the corner of their mouth. Their compliments were plentiful, and I ate it up. At last they steered me to the stage. *My moment* had come. I stood in the middle of the stage and watched as George and John fiddled with the CD player. The Music started and so did I. The song was a slow sexy one and I danced slow and sexy. I tried to remember all of the sexy moves I had practiced, but in the end I just let nature take its course. I shook my hips, wiggled my butt, bent over and let them see down the deep valley between my breasts. Near the end of the song I unzipped my gown and let it fall around my feet. I didn't realize that fifteen old men could make that much noise. The next song was faster. I danced wearing my bra, thong and hose. Half way through the song I slipped off my bra. I thought they were making noise before, but now they were so loud I could hardly hear the music. I wished I had some tassels, but since I didn't I made my *nipples* spin. At the beginning of the next song I pulled off the thong and tossed it into the crowd. It was a really fast song and half way through I felt something unexpected happening. I was on the verge of an orgasm. It kept getting stronger and stronger, but it wouldn't explode like it should. Suddenly I had to have it. I lay on the stage and pointed my toes at the ceiling. With my legs spread in a wide V I delved my fingers into my sex. The room became strangely quiet except for my screams of ecstasy. I'm sure it was the strongest orgasm of my life. I almost passed out from the *joy* of it. The music was stopped and I sat up rather sheepishly. My three friends gathered around smiling. "That was wonderful DiDe," George said. Jake and John nodded their heads in agreement. "Now it's time for everybody to show me their penis," I said. "Yes, that's right. The members feel self conscious about pulling out their dicks in front of everybody else so we rented a room. So you can go in there and each member will come in and show it to you." "That'll be fine," I said, "I hope I did well enough that you'll invite me back next month." "Oh, you were superb, but we have a standing rule that a woman can only dance for us once. The members are afraid of getting stuck in a rut." "But I thought it was going to be a monthly thing." "Oh no, we must follow the rules you know, unless that is." "Unless what?" I cried, about to burst into tears. "Unless you have sex with us." "Have sex with you? You mean all of you at the same time?" "No, one at a time, when we come in to show you our dick just give us whatever we ask for. You must do each and every one of us." "So if I have sex with all of you I can come back." "As often as you like, in fact you can be our regular meeting entertainment." Boy, this really was a bunch of dirty old men. I didn't think about it long. I thought about my jealous husband and what he would do if he found out. I could see myself in divorce court. In the end there wasn't much to think about. There was no way I could *possibly* not come back, so I did it, I *did* all of them, each and every *one*. The End These stories are a work of fiction and was written for you to enjoy. The author does not in anyway condone the acts of perversion presented here. It is all pure fantasy and I hope you fantasized to your hearts content. If you liked this story and want to thank me for taking the time and energy to write it for you then please show your appreciation by taking a little time and energy to send me an email. I will be sure to answer you. Thank you very much for coming to my page and reading my stories. You can send me an email by simply going to the site below. Copy and paste it into your browser. http://www1.asstr.org/cgi-bin/ah_feedback.cgi?id=MEVQSXFJAZMKYEBKRYGQ