Message-ID: <53305asstr$1142763003@assm.asstr.org> X-Original-To: story-submit@asstr.org Delivered-To: story-submit@asstr.org X-Original-Message-ID: <BAY22-F1960DBC47FAA8C22A56E0B8EE50@phx.gbl> X-Originating-Email: [silver-clt@hotmail.com] From: "Silver Clt Nominations" <silver-clt@hotmail.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 X-OriginalArrivalTime: 18 Mar 2006 23:03:51.0079 (UTC) FILETIME=[38AF7370:01C64AE0] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 18 Mar 2006 18:03:48 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} {REVIEW} {ASSD} February 2006 Silver Clitoride Presentation Lines: 53 Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2006 05:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr.org!not-for-mail X-Is-Review: yes Approved: <assm@asstr.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.d Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr.org/Year2006/53305> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-admin@asstr.org> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@asstr.org> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge I walked into the coffee shop. She was waiting in the corner, nervously watching as her bodyguard flirted with the counter girl that would never flirt with me. I went to the counter, where I convinced the girl to ignore him long enough to make me a latte, light foam, by dumping a ten- dollar bill into the tip jar. It was still closer to a cappuccino than a latte, but coffee is coffee. The couch was old and sagging toward the center, but my old friend still managed to stay firmly against the arm of the chair. As I sat down on the other side of the sofa, she winced. She glared over the rims of her dark glasses with red eyes, as if I did something on purpose. "Hi, Sandy," I said in a loud voice. She winced again. "Have fun on St Pat's?" She growled at me. "Anyway," I said in a more normal voice. "About that favor I called you about." "Listen, Kenny. I'm retired, as in not doing that shit anymore. As in sitting around the house, bored and watching Regis and Kelly. As in... just go find someone else to take on that headache." "But Sandy, you do such a good job at it." "Good job? Maybe I did a good job at breaking ties, but it sure as fuck ain't a good job. No one likes a tie breaker. I have ninety percent of the country pissed at me at any given time, and I'm sick as hell of the whole thing." "I wouldn't go that far." "Listen, my tie breaking days are over, Kenny. Over. Fini. Done. Go find someone else to break it." "But who?" "Try Bud." "The Dark Lord of Baseball. He doesn't break ties. He'd just call it off and award the February 2006 Silver Clitorides to both `Intemperance - Volume One' by Al Steiner and `Choices' by Tajod." _________________________________________________________________ Is your PC infected? Get a FREE online computer virus scan from McAfee(R) Security. http://clinic.mcafee.com/clinic/ibuy/campaign.asp?cid=3963 -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <story-submit@asstr.org>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-admin@asstr.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+