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CHILD MOLESTER
CAUSES STOCK MARKET COLLAPSE !
Stocks go up, stocks go down. But I just keep going to Tower Books.
(Reading is fundamental, after all!) Today I was walking past PerplyÕs
apartment when I heard laughter coming out of his window.
ÒWho could be laughing?Ó I thought to myself. ÒStocks are down
over 500 points!Ó So I looked in his window. And there was Perply,
surrounded by his collection of cheerleader and teen girl magazines,
watching CNBC and laughing his head off.
I managed to put two and two together. ÒPerply,Ó I said. ÒWhat did
you do to the stock market?Ó
ÒI crashed it,Ó Perply said, barely able to pause in his laughing.
PerplyÕs apartment door was unlocked. (After all, who wants a
bunch of teen magazines?) I let myself in.
ÒPerply,Ó I said, sitting down in a chair next to him, in front of his
T.V. ÒHow in GodÕs name did you manage to crash the stock market? And
why?Ó
Perply managed to stop laughing and looked at me. After breaking
into another spasm of giggles, he finally settled down and said, ÒItÕs
because of the yuppies!Ó
ÒThe yuppies?Ó I asked.
ÒYes,Ó Perply said. ÒThey had a great time in the Ô60Õs and Ô70Õs.
Then, in the Ô80Õs and Ô90Õs, they passed lots of laws, so nobody else could
have a good time. Heck, thanks to them, I donÕt even have a girlfriend!Ó
ÒYou mean an under-age Ôflower childÕ girlfriend, like all the yuppie
guys had, in the Ô60Õs and Ô70Õs?Ó I asked.
ÒYes!Ó Perply said. ÒI figure, if theyÕre going to threaten me with
life imprisonment and castration for TRYING to have what they had, then
fuck them. So I decided to crash the stock market and send them all to the
poor house.Ó
ÒPerply,Ó I said, as CNBC continued to report the bad news about
stocks. ÒLots of people hate yuppies. TheyÕre not called Ôyuppie scumÕ for
nothing. But how in GodÕs name did you, of all people, manage to crash the
market and destroy their life savings?Ó
ÒThatÕs exactly what I did,Ó Perply said.
ÒHuh?Ó I asked.
ÒGod. I prayed to God,Ó Perply told me. ÒHereÕs the prayer I prayed:Ó
Our Little Girl
Who Art at the Mall
Hallowed be thy body.
Thy lollipops come
Thy will be done
At the Mall, as it is in Heaven
Give us this day a stock market crash
And modernize bankruptcy law
To kick the Yuppies in the Ass.
For thine is the Horse Ranch,
And the Sticker Store,
And the Gumball Machine Jewelry
For Ever and Ever, Amen.
And if You canÕt crash the Market,
At least give me a girlfriend.
ÒHmmm, thatÕs pretty good,Ó I said.
ÒYes, thatÕs how you should pray,Ó Perply said, ÒAs an official
Member of Temple of Pan.Ó
ÒOh yeah,Ó I said. ÒI forgot that I joined that church.Ó
ÒYouÕre in church right now!Ó Perply said. ÒWhy do you think IÕm
teaching you to pray? This is holy ground, devoted to God, who is an 8-
year-old girl!Ó
ÒMaybe you should tell me that prayer again,Ó I said. ÒThen I can
hopefully memorize it. God knows, the only thing worse than a crashing
stock market is a guy like me who was always too poor to own any stocks
in the first place.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Perply said. He repeated the prayer. ÒNotice,Ó he added,
ÒThat the LordÕs Prayer is divided into five parts. First comes the
salutation, which is,
Our Little Girl
Who Art at the Mall
Hallowed be thy body.
ÒNext,Ó Perply said, ÒYou must wish for good things for God. ItÕs
selfish to just think of yourself. So list out the good things that God likes
to have happen to her:
Thy lollipops come
Thy will be done
At the Mall, as it is in Heaven
ÒAfter this part, itÕs time to slip in the stuff you want,Ó Perply told
me:
Give us this day a stock market crash
And modernize bankruptcy law
To kick the Yuppies in the Ass.
ÒNext, since you are, after all, talking to a vain 8-year-old girl, you
need to switch back to the things you know she wants for herself,Ó Perply
said. ÒIf nothing else, it helps disguise the stuff you wanted for yourself.
Hence,
For thine is the Horse Ranch,
And the Sticker Store,
And the Gumball Machine Jewelry
ÒThen you stick on the ending,Ó Perply said:
For Ever and Ever, Amen.
ÒAfter the ending, you can add an alternate wish, if youÕre afraid
your main wish wonÕt be granted by God,Ó Perply said. ÒAs you can see, I
was a little sly with Her. I put my main wish after the end of my prayer,
disguising it as an alternate wish, and I put my alternate wish in the
middle!Ó
ÒWow,Ó I said.
ÒYep, it didnÕt work though,Ó Perply said. ÒI still donÕt have a
girlfriend.Ó
ÒWell at least you did crash the stock market,Ó I said. ÒAnd you
taught me how to pray too.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Perply said. He got up and turned off his T.V. ÒWell,Ó he said,
ÒAs a priest devoted to God, I canÕt sit around all day enjoying myself,
watching the stock market crash. IÕve got work to do!Ó He picked up a
teen magazine. He put his hand on the zipper of his trousers. ÒI must go
worship the Lord!Ó Perply said. He went into his bathroom.
I sat in PerplyÕs apartment for a few minutes, surrounded by his teen
magazines. YM, Jump, Twist, Moxie Girl, and that new magazine with
gorgeous 12-year-old girls on the cover, named All About YOU! Finally,
when it became apparent that Perply might be worshipping the Lord for
quite a while, I left.
On my way to Tower I repeated the LordÕs Prayer many times, hoping
that good luck would come to me too.
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Issue No. 397
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
PassionÕs Playpen
Chapter Six
ÒHey, yeeowch!Ó David said. He had not noticed what Sherry was up
to. Sherry ignored him and softly rubbed his penis with the steaming hot
towel. David jerked for a moment but then settled down as the towelÕs
moisture compensated for its heat.
ÒThere, youÕre nice and clean, sir,Ó Sherry said seductively to David.
ÒNo you may NOT put your penis in her mouth, David,Ó Marie scolded.
Sherry, quite innocently, or so she hoped it appeared, had widened her
mouth and let her tongue protrude as she finished her sentence. She let
her face remain tantalizingly close to DavidÕs newly polished equipment.
David, sticking himself up more, arching his hips at Sherry, aimed to
fill her wide-open, offered mouth with his manhood. MarieÕs words stilled
him. For a moment Sherry remained wide-mouthed, gazing at him, while
DavidÕs penis stuck lance-like at her face.
Sherry put both her hands softly upon DavidÕs cock. She seemed to
hold him back from her, like a frightened child. But then, still showing
him the inside of her mouth, still gape-faced, she began to stroke him in
hopes of making him spurt.
ÒSherry, you are NOT to make David shoot in your mouth,Ó Marie
scolded. ÒFie, I have the wrong person over my knee!Ó she swore, throwing
up Nancy, who gratefully reclaimed possession of her own bottom by
clapping her hands to it. Standing once more, Nancy did a little jig as she
attempted to assuage the sting of her spanking. Her bare feet leapt in
little hops on the floor. She was a female leprechaun, dancing amidst
clover. But a tossing up of her head showed that her fanny, at least, had
not been lucky this day. She rubbed it quite earnestly.
ÒSherry!Ó Marie called. Striding to the girl she bent and yanked her
up by her hair. Sherry did not let go of DavidÕs cock and he yelped as he
was drawn penis first up by her clutching hands. In a moment both she and
he were standing. Still she rubbed him, and she tried to kneel in front of
him so that she could keep her mouth were the action was.
Kate crossed the room and stood hopefully with her yogurt cup,
waiting to make use of DavidÕs penis as a spoon. She batted at SherryÕs
fingers and tried to pry them loose from DavidÕs cock. Marie, meanwhile,
gave SherryÕs soft warm bottom a slap. The girl, surprised, lost her hold
on David.
ÒYum, time to eat!Ó Kate said. Quickly she knelt before DavidÕs hard-
on. She took hold of it in her small hand and plunged its length into her
yogurt cup. Drawing him up from the cool moist interior, she presented
his manhood to her waiting lips. It was coated with vanilla yogurt. David,
not caring now at the loss of Sherry, strove to control himself as Kate
licked him clean and then stuck him back into the cloying yogurt. For a
moment Kate thought he might shoot his jism into her cup. He seemed
excited at seeing himself used this way, put into a creamy substance and
used to stir it and spoon it. Sherry, meanwhile, broke into tears over the
loss of her toy. SheÕd liked having a man in her hands. Now, with Marie
angry at her, she was dumped unceremoniously over the womanÕs knees.
Marie began spanking her. Sherry was still close enough to childhood to
feel humiliated at such treatment. She blushed and kicked her feet and
Rod had to hop down and hold her, lest she spring up and run away. Nancy,
meanwhile, whoÕd been relatively compliant in her punishment, never
actually preventing it, stood watching with her hands on her bottom.
Kate licked and sucked David. She used his big sausage to clean out
the inside of her cup when sheÕd eaten all the vanilla and all the drippy
blueberries at the bottom. Mike was put to a similar use. Lynette made
him serve a cupful of cherry yogurt to her, with his penis. Cindy, still
lying on the table, was offered a cup of banana yogurt. Jim helped her eat
it, standing before her table refuge, offering his penis as a spoon. She ate
her yogurt greedily, exclaiming how hungry her pregnancy made her. When
she had emptied her cup she said she was still hungry. Jim, not waiting
for orders or permission from Marie, offered her sexy little mouth the
contents of his testicles. She accepted. She sucked him like a straw until
he shot himself into her hungry tummy.
Amidst this carnival of carnality, there was a knock at the door. It
had a distinct pattern to it; three knocks, slow and regular, followed by
two more in quick succession. Beth went to the door and opened it. Out of
the side of her eyes Kate noticed a man enter. He was tall, dressed in a
tailored suit that looked both fashionable and quite expensive. Beside him
entered a woman in a long dress. It held itself against her figure as if it
had been glued on. The fibers were handwoven, Kate guessed, for they had
a natural quality to them. The woman had an imposing manner and kept her
hair up in a bun. Her face was like ice; white but expertly carved. Kate
laughed as she felt DavidÕs hot penis thrusting into her mouth. Would the
womanÕs face melt if she had such a fine young man between her teeth?
Eagerly, almost to show off, Kate yanked on DavidÕs cock and urged
him to the floor. She had no idea who these newcomers were, but she felt
seized with a desire to impress them, particularly the man. To show him
what a REAL woman like herself could do, instead of the ice-statue he was
currently with.
David plopped onto his behind and watched with hungry eyes as Kate
knelt over him. Wantonly, opening herself to admit him, using her two
hands as pliers to open her sex up with, Kate got herself up on DavidÕs hard
on. Fitting his head into her labia, she waggled her bottom at the man in
the tailored suit who stood behind her. David thrust up. Kate screamed
happily as his powerful tool split her tummy like a drill shaft.
ÒThis one seems particularly lively,Ó Kate heard the woman
comment. She felt the sharp toe of the womanÕs booted foot jab her hiney.
It was not polite. It found her anus on the first kick and Kate howled at
the contact.
ÒShe has the perfect bottom for it,Ó the man said casually. Kate felt
she were livestock and he was the meat inspector. He tapped her right
bottom cheek with a walking stick that he carried.
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AND IN THE END...
YUPPIE PARANOIA
hits warp speed!
ÒMore young children seem to be committing sexual assault.
...Department of Justice figures show a fairly steady increase in rape
arrests for children under 12, from 222 in 1980 to 553 in 1996.Ó
- Newsweek, August 24, 1998, pg. 28.
- Soon America will be arresting babies in maternity wards for
ÒmolestationÓ and ÒrapeÓ. - h.j.
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