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Andrew Roller Presents
THERE AND NOT BACK AGAIN
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You do crazy things when you're in high school. Of course, I hadn't
always been in high school. I'd ruled the world once, and been quite
ruthless at it too. And then I'd gotten old. "Man's fate," they called it.
Except I was a female.
"All my possessions for just a moment more," Queen Victoria said on
her deathbed. She lost both. I was luckier. There was a new technology
out, "Mind Meld." Put your brain on a hard disk. Die. Get a new body and
download your mind into it.
I made the arrangements. Copied my brain into Earth's central
computer. Made a back-up copy, just in case. Kept continually uploading
my latest thoughts as they occurred, right 'til the moment of death. And
then I waited.
When I awoke I was in the body of a young girl. I'd waited a long
time, though I didn't know it then. Death had been blackness, an utter void.
Like anesthesia during surgery. You wake up and ask when they're going to
start the operation. They tell you it's already over. You did fine. Except
nobody was there to tell me that.
They'd gone on without me, the bastards. A man had become Emperor
of the Earth in my place. And then, well, I knew it would happen. They
managed to blow themselves up.
Centuries passed. Earth was a cinder, little more. But there were
other universes, other Earths. Heisenberg, you know. A girl slipped
through from one of them. In her world the scientific tradition of the
ancient Ionians had not ended with Plato recommending the burning of
their books. She was but 15, yet her scientific games did not consist of
building a crystal radio or playing with a chemistry set. She slipped
through universes to alternate worlds.
Her name was Mandy. She brought her cat, Tabitha. Together they
set about exploring me. Well, they didn't know it was me. It was Earth's
central computer, quite aged and decrepit now. And less powerful than the
PC Mandy played with at home.
I was fixed up, rewired, all in the name of play, not science. And did
you know, dear reader, that I've lied to you? Don't be mad at me. I figured
it would help you understand, that's all. You see, I didn't wake up inside
the girl. Oh, no. I woke up inside the computer. And I wanted out.
Mandy woke me. I found her playing with me. (With the computer,
you know, except that I was all that was left of the computer's mind. Me
and about 10 trillion useless facts and figures.) It took me awhile to
figure out what was going on. Mandy left, came back another day. Left and
came back several times, in fact. Whenever she had some free time and
nothing better to do.
I hadn't risen to Empress of Earth for nothing, you know. I'd been
much more of a bitch than, say, Hillary Clinton. More on the level of
Ghengis Khan. Mandy had what I wanted, pure and simple. A body, and a
young one at that. I guess I decided to play the ultimate child molester,
and I have no regrets. I lured her into sitting down with me, into getting
wired up with me.
"The better to know you, my dear," I told her. She was scientifically
smart but, otherwise, no match for an Empress. I invaded her mind and
wiped it clean. I replaced it with my own.
Well, as you can imagine, cats don't match men for company. And
Tabitha knew, in a catlike way, that I'd done something to her Mandy. I
was stuck on a dead Earth, and my only way "back" to Mandy's home had
been erased along with her mind. Stuck on a dead planet with a cat that
hated me. Not a great life. But a step up from being imprisoned inside a
failing computer. For awhile, anyway. For about, well, 9 1/2 years, to be
exact. Tabitha grew old, but she still hated me. I grew older. And I got
very frustrated and very bored.
I'd stare out of the perimeter viewfinder at what was left of Earth.
It looked like it had been hit by a meteor shower. I couldn't go out, the
radiation, even after all this time, was still too bad. I was trapped in a
slightly larger space than the computer itself had comprised. I could sit, I
could replicate food and eat it, and clean water came from somewhere,
through a filter or something. And my shit went out to join the other
radioactive waste, through the toilet. At last I decided I was better off
where I'd been. The place needed a few modifications, that was all.
I spiffed up the computer and created an old-time version of Earth
inside it. An Earth like the twentieth century Earth. With cotton candy
and Duran Duran and girls who talked for hours on the phone, about
nothing at all. Myst writ large.
And then I stepped into my world. But I wasn't there to take over the
place. After all, I'd created it. I was its God. No, I wanted to be the girl
I'd never been. Not the girl in the ruins between the first global nuclear
war and the second. Not the girl who'd killed to survive and outwitted
bandits. I wanted to be an inguene. Carefree, silly, frivolous. A twentieth
century girl. American, post-modern, Happy Days happy. And to do that
I'd have to erase my own mind as thoroughly as I'd erased Mandy's.
Are you reading this? I'm gone now, you know. Well, I'm somewhere
inside the computer, actually. I've programmed it to write out my life for
me, as it happens. Of course, I'll think I'm really living it. A real girl in a
real world. I don't know what has happened to me in there, but the
computer will make a record.
Yes, you'll see a corpse by the computer. You see, without a mind to
feed it, to take care of it, Mandy's body died. It lay there, lobotomized,
until her cat found it smelling rather....tasty.
Oh yes, I know, it sounds cruel, stealing a girl's body from her and
then letting it die. But I was lonely. I wanted company. And the real
Earth, the one outside the computer, could never give me that. Not, at
least, until you came along. But maybe you never did. For all I know, no
one will ever read this. Or, if they do, perhaps it will be a million years
from now...however long this computer will last.
You do crazy things when you're in high school. One day in gym class,
sitting there in our little shorts and tees on the bleachers, a magazine got
passed around. Swingers, it was called. Furtively, laughingly, it was
passed from girl to girl as we waited for our instructor, Ms. Lafrump, to
arrive. When she did come in the magazine was in the hands of my friend
Janet, and she hastily stuffed it into my gym bag.
I had forgotten I even had the magazine when I sat unpacking my gym
bag that evening, plopped on my bed in my nightshirt, about to turn in.
Suddenly, there it was, Swingers. The child in me reached out to drop it
disdainfully into my Mickey Mouse wastebasket. But then, inexplicably, I
drew it back. It was the teenager, the woman developing within me that
pulled it back, I know now.
I opened the magazine. I flipped through it with a mixture of awe
and disgust. I'd never seen anything like this before, never wanted to.
There were amateur photos of scantily dressed partiers, articles on
swinger etiquette, part one of something excerpted from a book by
someone named the Marquis de Sade. And then I came upon an ad page, the
personals. One in particular struck my eye: FEMALE OR SELECT couple.
Let's play." There was an address, no name.
On a lark I fetched my notepad and responded to their ad. I mailed it
the next day, never thinking they'd write back. I used a fake name, of
course. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was playing the role of
female detective, going undercover to break up a ring of criminal sexual
conspirators. At least the child in me was, the 9-year-old nymph who was
as sure of herself and her place in the world as a lizard sunning on a rock.
Little did I know that a kind of schizophrenia was developing within me.
There was a sexy young lady taking over my body, flowering, choking out
the impish little girl as one might a weed.
To my shock they wrote back. Inside their letter was their
photograph. The woman was young, in her 20's. The man, like some
tuxedoed stud right out of my favorite soap opera, was gorgeous, in his
40's. Successful in appearance, athletic, rugged, with a gleam in his
handsome eye that showed he got what he wanted in life. I was in love
with him from the moment I laid eyes on the photo. At least the woman in
me was. The little girl in me seemed to have suddenly taken a vacation.
Perhaps she was in the Mickey Mouse wastebasket.
I knew I must meet them, somehow. Against my better judgement.
Surely nothing would come of this, I reassured myself. I wrote out a
response and mailed it. Surely nothing.
And then it came. Another letter, another photo, them with their
dog, Atlas. Charming. They had a cute dog. It broke down my resistance.
Made them human, approachable. I wrote back, agreeing to meet them the
following Wednesday at the Chez L'Appraisal, a French restaurant in town.
Now all I had to do was figure out how to get there.
I settled on a cab, finally, as the best way. I told my mother on the
way out of the house that I was going to the library. Well, I knew I'd be
learning something this afternoon, so it's not like it was a total lie. First
hand knowledge is always better than second hand knowledge, right?
I thought the couple would dismiss me out-of-hand as soon as they
found out how young I was. But they treated me very politely. I sat across
from them at a little table, hardly ever taking my eyes off the man,
Robert. His wife, Juliette, eventually dropped the small talk and asked me
a series of questions about my sexuality. (We were in a private booth.) I
made up some answers and they listened attentively, seriously. In fact I'd
ever only had one boyfriend, and our relationship hadn't lasted much
beyond his popping of my cherry.
Dinner ended with them inviting me to stay at their place the
following weekend. I could hardly believe my ears. Was this mature,
sexually experienced couple really asking me, a naive high school
sophomore, to join them? They said they had just built a new Jacuzzi, a
really plush one with inlaid tiles and hanging plants and stained glass, and
wanted someone to enjoy it with them. What could I say? The woman in
me was not about to pass up a chance to get to know Robert better, and I
accepted, even as the little girl in me began looking for a way not to go.
A sleepover served as the perfect excuse that got me out of the
house Friday evening. This was a special, "cram 'til you drop" study
session sleepover, I explained to my parents, knowing that would keep
them from calling. I wasn't sure yet, I said, whose house it would be at,
as I rushed out the door. Only later would I realize I'd forgotten my Little
Mermaid nightshirt, my de rigueur costume on all my previous
overnighters. Well, I was growing up, right? But I worried that, seeing it
hanging on the back of my bedroom door, my mother would become
suspicious.
A stranger shadowed me at the park. Some guy in his 30's, obvious
nerd, probably wrote porno novels or something for a living. Thankfully
my hosts showed up in their car (a Lamborghini!) and whisked me out of
the pervert's view. We chatted gaily on the ride over to their place, about
nothing in particular, soon arriving in a plush suburb, lined with leafy
trees and with 24-hour security to warn away burglars and child
molesters.
Inside I was given a place to put my things, a small armoire in the
dayroom. Then I drifted out to the kitchen and we shared a snack of wine
and cheese and little sandwiches. Bob popped a romantic spy thriller into
their VHS and we sat watching awhile. I grew restless and went to the
kitchen for something else to eat. Juliette joined me and suggested I
might want to check out their spa on my own, to see if I liked it. They'd
shown me around their house a bit but a phone call for Bob had interrupted
the tour before I got to see the spa. I told Juliette I'd go check it out now.
I was glad she was letting me have a look at it myself. It was hard to
believe we might do anything more than just talk and be friends. Even the
little girl inside me had slipped into cruise control.
The spa took my breath away. It was bathed in the light of a rising
moon that shafted its rays through stained glass windows. Half the spa
was enclosed by three walls. The remainder was outdoors, under the
stars. A folding screen could be drawn across to close off the inside
portion. Tropical plants hung about, dripping with exotic flowers in full
bloom. In a wooden bowl fresh oranges and pears waited. Three towels
were piled neatly on a carved hardwood bench next to the spa. I found a
switch and flipped it and the Jacuzzi bubbled to life.
I gazed at the luxurious tile-lined tub awhile, mesmerized. This was
a far cry from some 16-year-old's slumber party. Slowly I undressed,
intending to keep on my bra and panties, then just my panties, finally
finding that I'd stripped nude. Thoughtfully I drew a bow from my
discarded blouse and tied up my loose hair in back, to keep it above my
shoulders.
With a hesitant step, the little girl in me screaming but well-
gagged, I stepped into the spa. I waded across it, savoring the feel of the
silky water along my calves. This was heaven. I picked up a little brass
pitcher, examined it. A century must have passed since it was made. It
intrigued me. We'd been making pitchers and vases with clay in art class.
I dipped it into the bubbling spa water, filling it. Just then the door to the
spa opened. I turned, utterly innocent, not even remembering that I was in
a house with other people in it, that belonged to someone else.
Juliette stepped in, followed by Bob. They faced me. I was in a
corner of the spa and I lifted a knee up, resting it on the side of the tub, as
if to get out, as if caught in a swimming pool for "residents only" where I
didn't live. Then they smiled. Bob smiled, broadly, reassuringly. I still
had the brass pitcher in my hand and instinctively I lifted it and poured its
contents out slowly over my breasts. I gasped slightly as the hot water
hit them, then smiled, almost blushing.
Both Bob and Juliette were still clothed in the elegant, casual attire
they'd met me in. Bob sat down on the bench next to the spa. He ordered
me to get out and come over to him. Wetly I rose and, with Juliette lightly
taking me by the arm, padded the three steps to where he sat. Mincing
steps, small and dainty as the bow in my hair. As if being called to sit on
the knee of an uncle.
Except Bob wanted me over his knee, and promptly had me lying
dripping on my bare stomach across his thighs. My still dry bottom
wobbled, soft cheeks upturned, under his possessive gaze.
SPLAT! Robert's palm came down juicily on my naked tushy, making
me yelp. Neither the woman nor the little girl knew what was going on
now, but I felt my clitty harden. SPLAT! Another butt-reddening blow, and
I shivered. Robert savored my ass cheeks a moment, watching them blush,
then spanked me three more times. In a mirror I hadn't noticed before I
caught sight of Juliette undressing. She shed her top and skirt to reveal
the body of a sex magazine pin-up. Robert lifted his hand then and, bare-
breasted, she leaned forward and kissed the peak of each of my quivering
ass cheeks. Her stiffening nipples brushed the backs of my thighs.
Robert let me stand then, and I did, briskly rubbing my hiney. He told
me to go over to a small cabinet and come back with what was in the top
drawer. I knew not what else to do, he was clothed and I was naked, he
was huge and muscular and I was frail, with my only large asset being my
breasts. I padded over to the cabinet, found to my surprise a strange
stick-like thing there. I'd seen it somewhere before. It had a loop of
leather at one end. It reminded me of riding class, horsey lessons when I
was 10-years-old. Wasn't it called, like, a "riding crop?" What was it
doing here? Bob and Juliette didn't own any horses.
I trotted back to Robert, holding the crop up stiffly. I let its loop
touch my lips as I wondered at its purpose. My tongue tasted the leather
loop idly, as if by taste I would divine its purpose. Robert took the crop
from my small hand and said I was a good girl. He said their bed would be
the most comfortable place to try out our new toy, that we could jump in
the spa afterward. He led me nakedly, still wet in front, from the room
before I could even think of a word of protest. Juliette followed with
sensuous footsteps.
As I caught sight of their big brass bed I suddenly felt recalcitrant.
But Robert was strong and had me kneed up onto it before I could even
mount a resistance. Juliette drew out my hands and tied my wrists with
silk stockings to the brass-poled headboard. She worked swiftly, as if
having tied countless girls before me. A gag was slipped over my mouth
then, just as I was about to ask what was going to happen to me.
SWAACK! The crop bit into my bare hiney and I leapt like a fish. I
was kneeling, utterly naked, upon the crisp white sheets, with my legs
unbound. I skittered about on the bed, lifting first one knee awkwardly
and then the other, as if to waggle my stung tushy all through the cooling
air of the room. Fearfully I looked over my shoulder at Robert as he
prepared to give me another stroke.
SWAACK! Again I jumped, ass flailing, tugging futilely at the bonds
which held my wrists. SWAAK! SWAAK! SWAAK! Tears welled in my eyes
as I suffered under a rain of rapid blows. I must have looked like an
unbroken colt in a rodeo to Bob and Juliette as I bucked upon the bed.
Just as quickly they now untied me, and Juliette drew me out upon
the bed and lay against me, snuggling. I felt her breasts squish against
mine and the thorns of her nipples stung my mammaries, my stiff teats
poking back at her bubbies. Her pussy curls interlaced sweetly with mine.
We rubbed against each other. Her hands cupped my hot bottom and she
said admiringly to Robert how wonderfully warm I felt back there. She
kissed me, mouth open, and I responded unthinkingly. Our tongues
extended, met, probed each other's oral orifice, licking the teeth and
reaching for the tonsils. Robert undressed and got in bed behind me. He
could not snuggle so easily for his big prick was in the way. Carefully,
after bumping my ass with it, he wedged it between the tops of my
squeezing thighs. He was so long he actually lodged his head twixt
Juliette's legs. I cooed at this marvelous intruder's appearance on the
scene. Even the little girl in me was not protesting now. I forgot my
tears in the loving entanglement of our bodies. A warm glow began to
suffuse my nether cheeks and I wriggled them against Robert's rough-
skinned, hairy stomach.
Robert luxuriated against me awhile, then pulled his manhood from
between my possessive legs and separated the cheeks of my ass. I gasped
as he did this, and a moment later had my suspicions confirmed as he
introduced the slit on the tip of his penis to my anus. My anal dimple.
Pre-cum oozed from him to anoint my nether hole. Teasingly he pushed at
me, testing my tightness. Juliette helpfully lifted one of my legs up into
the air, spreading me behind. Robert pushed harder, pre-cum oiling his
intended route. My sphincter held valiantly, not admitting him at all. He
complimented my tightness.
"Let us to the spa then," Juliette suggested hopefully, realizing Bob
would never last if he got himself up inside my virginal ass. Reluctantly
Bob agreed and we rose nakedly from the bed, his manhood still
throbbingly intact. We would enjoy such a remarkable companion in the
spa, I guessed then, soaping it and yanking on it and being teasingly
prodded by it as we soaked in the bubbles. There was no use firing it off
early, when it could be such a source of fun and delight. I knew then that
Juliette was not a lesbian, and was as mesmerized as I was at being
continually threatened by an intrusive male penis.
Hand in hand we strolled with our big, hard companion pointing the
way. We slithered into the spa and soon found ourselves on either side of
Robert. He poured wine into glasses for us, sitting between us, and we
poured the wine into his mouth, then had him do the same for us. We fed
each other the fruit. It was delicious, better than any fruit I'd ever
tasted. I wondered if it wasn't just the way I was feeling, suddenly so
adult, so mature, not a girl in a Little Mermaid nightie anymore. Even my
bottom felt good.
For a long time we splashed and touched and kissed, savoring every
inch of each other's bodies. My tits were weighed by both Juliette and
Robert, my legs pulled apart, my cunt fondled. For my part I gave Robert's
balls an exacting inspection, feeling them beneath the water and then
making him sit on the edge of the spa. I rubbed his penis against my
cheek, like a dog admiring its master, and sucked it, carefully, so as not to
bring him off. I toyed with Juliette's nipples, got between her legs and
tweaked her tiny clitoris. There was no thought, little talking, just
bodies responding to other bodies. Gradually we knew that the time was
approaching for us to fuck. Our eyes became more serious and our breath
grew hotter. I trusted in my companions to know what to do with me when
the time came.
Finally Robert announced that he could bear our beauty no longer
without paying tribute to it. He eased us both out of the spa and towelled
us off. Lovely as ever, sparkling whitely in our most intimate places with
lean, lightly tanned arms and legs, our hair loosely pinned, we let Robert
escort us back to the bedroom. We climbed upon the bed with definite
intentions now, no longer sporting nakedly, Juliette bringing along a tube
of KY jelly. Earnestly she and I greased up Robert's prong, not caring
anymore whether we were pleasuring him or not, only mindful in the backs
of our minds that he must not spill prematurely. Robert shuddered with
the obvious delight of a man whose cock has been claimed by loving
females.
When we finished, Juliette told me to lie back and spread my legs.
Then she slipped a pillow under my hips, elevating them. She stretched
out on top of me, kissed me, and spread her own legs. "Take whichever of
us you prefer," Juliette said over her shoulder to Bob. "Or try us both at
once." Then she turned her face to mine and, clasping my cheeks between
her palms, commenced kissing me avidly upon the mouth.
We made love repeatedly that night, until I could take no more. The
rest of the weekend we lounged about their house, having sex when we felt
like it, enjoying each other's company, mostly naked the whole time. The
next weekend we went to a party. My parents thought I'd gotten serious
about my studies at last, and thanked God for it. And I had. Except I was
studying the sorts of things they did in the bedroom to each other, during
all those years I'd been content to sleep with my teddy bear.
The party was at a large mansion on the edge of town. We were met
by a woman who was dressed unflinchingly in nothing but a corset. She
did have on stiletto heels, and an ornate dog collar with fringe hanging
down in the direction of her bosoms, but that was all. The corset itself
failed to cover her breasts, which loomed above it like balloons at a fair.
Delicate and elegant, with gorgeous blonde hair piled fashionably atop her
head, she was the very picture of feminine refinement. I admired her
superb beauty and the way she freely displayed her pussy, blonde as the
hair on her head and each curl carefully groomed. Bare legged, bare-
hipped, bare bottomed, she played the role of hostess as gracefully as any
society lady. She led us into a roomful of people, the men mostly dressed,
the women in various states of undress.
I was introduced to everyone and allowed to settle in a bit. I was
just starting to relax when our hostess said it was time for me to begin
my initiation. Shiveringly, the crowd following, I was taken to the
punishment chamber. It proved more ominous than I had imagined. Every
type of device thought up by man to hurt his fellows was present there.
Elke, our hostess, told me to undress and enjoy the spa for a few moments.
It was then that I noticed, bubbling away in a corner, a small Jacuzzi.
There were towels there and fruit and a scrub brush and sponge for
washing. Before I could decide how to handle myself Elke was helping me
out of my blouse and skirt. With a flourish she drew down my panties,
saying I had a fine bottom and must not be afraid to show it. I told her it
wasn't the showing of it that most concerned me, with a meaningful
glance at a rack of whips.
"Tch, darling, you shall learn to take those. All girls must. That is
no reason to cover your beautiful hiney. Now get in the tub and enjoy
yourself." She gave me a kind of slap/pat on the ass and sent me off.
I slipped out of my heels and stepped into the Jacuzzi. I stood, then
bent over. After fingering the water to test it, swirling the bubbles, I
filled a little gold pitcher that waited by the side of the tub. As I sensed
was desired, I erected myself, still dry, turned toward my audience of
guests and poured the water in the pitcher over my boobies. It was hot, I
gasped. But then I valiantly refilled the pitcher and brought it up to wet
myself again. The water ran down over me, the swell of my tummy, the
curls of my pussy, and streamed back into the spa from between my legs.
I spread them wider and gave myself another tantalizing wet down.
They beckoned me from the spa then, and I went to them, nude save
for a little bow in my hair which served to tie it up, to keep it off my back
where it might have gotten wet. They dried my front lovingly with a
towel and then fetched my heels and had me slip back into them.
Elke took my hand and led me over to a rack. She said this would
help me in my school report on medieval Europe. She had me back up to it
and then strapped me securely to it with my wrists spread above my head,
arms achingly straight. My legs were put into a bold vee and tied off also,
sticking straight out, towards the floor. Elke tickled my cunny with her
fingers, and I noticed that my hips were lewdly elevated, thrust forward,
by some obscene lump pressing forthrightly into my bottom from the rack.
My clit, already hard, became unbearably so under Elke's caresses. She
then took what looked to me like something that belonged on a clothesline
and pressed it deeply into the flesh of my cunt. I jolted as it suddenly
snapped shut--right on my clitoris!
"Aaaauuugh!" I screamed, not so much from pain (of which there was
some) but from utter, absolute fright. I'd never even dreamed of such a
thing being done to a girl. My nipples seemed to respond by sticking out
even farther, as if to make up for my clipped clit's imprisonment. Elke got
two more clothesline-like pins and closed them over my nipples also. New
shrieks from me, a chuckling smile from Elke, who doubtless began her
own career in love in a similar manner.
"You should have them pierced," she suggested teasingly. Fearfully I
wondered if she included my clitoris in that perverse recommendation.
Years later, clitty and nipples long since pierced, I realize that
meeting Elke was the beginning of the end for me. She did drugs, you see,
and sold them too. I realized that someone who stayed away from using
the stuff, and merely sold it, could make a lot more than she was making.
So I sold drugs for awhile, for her, to my high school friends, and then
moved on to bigger game. I got my whole neighborhood using drugs. One
night I was forced to kill a cop to keep from being caught. And then,
having tasted blood, I decided to kill Elke.
The "business" really boomed with Elke out of the way. I
incorporated, drew in "associates," and became more and more callous
about the lives I was dealing with. I guess it all started with the bondage
stuff. Bondage is sort of callous, in its own way, and I grew callous using
it to satisfy myself sexually. I went from wayward innocent to hardened
domme. And, of course, I went way beyond anything Elke and her friends
had ever contemplated. Once I killed a girl just to keep her quiet. Another
time I went too far, playing sex games with a boy. He died. But I
considered myself to be basically a decent person. Within certain
parameters, of course. I wanted to be on top. And, once I got there, I
insisted on staying there. I dreamed of ruling the world. A silly dream, I
know, but I persisted in it even after I got caught.
Yes, the DEA and the police finally ended my life as a drug kingpin.
The courts sentenced me to the electric chair. I appealed, lost. I'm
waiting now for them to come for me. These thoughts are my last.
Somehow I feel this place, this planet, was made for me. For me to rule
it. I think of myself as a God sometimes. Foolish, I know, to think such
thoughts. You get kind of insane when you're waiting to die. To be put to
death. 'Til death do us part. I hope someone reads this. Perhaps they'll
just throw it away, unread. Throw it out with the empty Domino's pizza
box that my last meal came in.
I wish sometimes the whole world would just blow the fuck up.
Maybe it could blow up and leave me as the sole survivor. That would be
cool, I guess. I'd be God and ruler then. No one would cross me. Ha. Ha.
That was funny. I hear them coming now.
You do crazy things when you're in high school. I wish to God that
Swingers mag hadn't ended up in my gym bag. Maybe I wouldn't be here
now, waiting to die. Surely I wouldn't have met Robert, Juliette, Elke. I'd
have been a normal girl with a normal life. A real girl, not the school drug
salesman.
I wrote a story but I guess no one will read it. I rule the Earth, but
then I die. But I "mind meld" myself into a computer. It's pretty cool,
except I get stuck inside the thing and can't get out. Until a girl comes
along, a girl named Mandy. With a cat. I forget the cat's name. It doesn't
matter. The cat never liked me anyway. At least not in the story. There's
a prison cat that likes me. Name of Max. But the one in my story doesn't
like me. The warden is unlocking my cell now. Trouble with the key. The
guy is an incompetent. Well, he says to put down my pen.
THE END
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