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TTT Archive (Treasure Trove of the Titmouse)
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Please pardon the lengthy header.
BitBard has informed me of several more missing stories from earlier in 1996.
These did
not appear in Celeste's Cumulative Monthly List posted in late July, since
that list
began with March. The additional "missing" stories are from January and
February, 1996.
As before, I'll repost those I have in my archive with a request to others to
try to
locate the remaining ones. My new batch of found stories includes:
Dark Nights I {jash}
Paying the Price {Javahead}
Thanksgiving 1-3 {Tom}
Snowbound {A. Van Peebles}
Hot on the Trail - Who in the World is Celeste802? {Backrub + Tammy Ng}
A Guest of Celeste {Ted}, part 2 of 2 only
Previously reposted:
Bushido {Sachi Mizuno} Excerpt only. Anyone got the rest?
Cleave it to Beaver 1 {MrNatural} Is there more?
Dispensation of Grace 3 {Horangi} Anyone got parts 1-2?
Face of Betrayal {Morpheus' Twin}
Hands On {Deidre Ng}
Meeting Shirley {The Observer}
Open Big {Thomas A Long}
Silent Intruder {Annette}
Tammy's Game {Tammy Ng}
Terri's Dilemma {The Observer}
Tonya Harding, Slave Girl {Your Friendly Author}
STILL MISSING:
(Note: I'm a couple of days behind on reading this newsgroup, so some of these
may have been posted by others.)
Natalie by Daniel Shechori
Carol & Tom by Nom de Plume
A Guest of Celeste by Ted, Part 1
Making a Splash by I Robert
Dispensation of Grace by Horangi, Parts 1,2
Under the Table by DOLFAN353
'D' Is for Driving by Dulcinea (I can't BELIEVE I'm missing a Dulcinea
story!)
Zipless Fuck by Doug
Two final notes:
1. Don't bother asking me to send you stories. I won't. I might make an
exception for FOC'ers (Friends of Celeste).
2. I've included the original headers for historical purposes if I have them.
Many of the addresses are invalid by this date.
Best,
Titmouse
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alt.sex.stories #77645 (4 + 206 more) [1]
From: bckrub@aol.com (BCKRUB)
[1] Backrub:New:Hot on the Trail (1/3)
Date: Sat Feb 10 04:39:41 PST 1996
Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364)
Lines: 7
Last November, someone calling themselves "Celeste802" posted a parody of
"Celestial Reviews." For two, maybe three days a small number of people
on alt.sex.stories wondered it who it might be. This is the story of how
we discovered the culprit.
Tammy Ng and Backrub
End of article 77645 (of 78088) -- what next? [npq]
alt.sex.stories #77484 (3 + 206 more) [1]
From: bckrub@aol.com (BCKRUB)
[1] Backrub:New:"Hot on the Trail" 2/3
Date: Sat Feb 10 04:47:06 PST 1996
Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364)
Lines: 576
Warning: this story contains explicit sexual content. Do not read further
if you are
below the age of consent in your community or such material might offend
you.
Tammy Ng and Backrub, Erotic Investigators
in
Hot on the Trail: Who in the World is Celeste802?
by
Backrub and Tammy Ng
November 27. It was a quiet night. Too quiet.
Well, maybe not so quiet.
There was the sound of Tammy's hand sliding up and down
my handsomest feature, oiled and glistening.
"Backrub, why do these backrubs always turn into ass
rubs and then front rubs?"
"It helps me forget."
"Forget what?"
"I've forgotten."
I haven't forgotten. It's a woman, of course. The
hardest thing to forget.
I peered into the screen of my computer while Tammy
continued to study anatomy, up close and personal. She
paused to slide my cock back and forth over her breasts.
"Of course, I've got it!"
She paled. "Herpes?"
"No, the solution to the case we've been working
on."
"Thank goodness."
Her hand started moving again. I shivered.
"Well?"
"Well, what?"
"Aren't you going to tell me?"
"Tell you what?"
"The solution to the case!?"
"Sure. First, here's a tissue, there's still a
little spot on your cheek."
"Thanks."
"Here's what happened. Professor Plum used his lead
pipe on Miss Scarlet in the Conservatory, then whacked
Mrs. White with his candlestick in the Billiard
Room. Meanwhile, Colonel Mustard was shooting his pistol
into Mr. Green in the Ballroom. That left..."
"Mrs. Peacock!"
"... alone with the aptly named Mr. Peacock in the
Library."
"Amazing. To think she offed her own husband."
"Somewhat unusual in our sort of cases."
"I'll say. How did you think of the solution?"
"It just came to me."
I shivered again.
Our pleasant wrap-up of another successful case was
interrupted by a knock on the door.
Tammy jumped up from between my legs, licking her fingers
as she approached the door.
"Who could that be at this hour?"
"This month's rent. Let the mystery guest in, why
don't you?"
Tammy opened the door. The swinging door revealed a
primly dressed woman, a woman whose neat appearance
contrasted strongly with the stark fear on her face.
She staggered into our little office and collapsed into
one of the leather covered chairs facing my desk.
"You're a lady with a problem. One you don't know
how to solve."
She looked suddenly relieved.
"How did you know?"
"That's the only kind of woman that walks through my
door." Except for one, long ago.
Tammy sat down demurely in the other chair, having
quickly rebuttoned the front of her blouse. I continued
to steal glances at her legs as I spoke with our new
guest.
"What's your name, dear?" Tammy was about to offer
her a tissue, then thought better of it.
"Celeste801."
"That's kind of an unusual name..."
"I come from a large family."
"Oh."
"And what seems to be the problem?" I wanted it out
in the open right from the start, but didn't want to
bother unzipping again.
"I've been parodied!"
"This is serious. Tammy, start taking all this
down."
Tammy dropped to the carpet between Celeste's legs.
"Of course it is, how can I show my face on a.s.s.
again?"
"Did you say how can you face your ass again?
Have you tried turning around and looking in a mirror?"
"No, not my own ass, a.s.s., alt.sex.stories. The
Usenet newsgroup devoted to wannafuck messages and spam.
Occasionally it becomes cluttered with erotic
stories that interfere with the enjoyment of the normal
postings. I try to give some guidance to the readership
of the group by telling them what is worthwhile reading.
I've toiled long hard hours, at least my husband is long
and hard, sweating over my reviews. Sometimes I have to
read and reread these stories to see whether their
content deserves reporting to my devoted following. Just
a little to the left, dear.
I try to be fair and objective. But..."
"It's the kind of business where you tend to make
enemies."
"Yes. The sloppy punctuators, the grammatically
incorrect, the fetishists. I suppose I'm really a crusader
at heart."
"Didn't you expect this someday?"
"Yes, and I tried to protect myself. I laced my
reviews with gentle humor and encouragement. Apparently
it wasn't enough."
"So, let's see this parody."
She handed me a two-page printout and Tammy walked
over, crawled into my lap, curled up in my arms and we
began reading together. Tammy ran her fingers along my
arm and I ran my open palm up and down her always-fashionable-
in-New-York black tight-encased thighs.
With Tammy's skirts, there's always lots of thigh to
caress. She paused, turned her head and kissed me on the
cheek, nuzzled her nose against my beard and then
continued reading along with me. I continued stroking my
favorite thighs.
Tammy snickered, then broke into a full laugh. I
shook with laughter beneath her causing my cock to rub
against her ass. She leaned into me a bit closer and
continued reading as my hand began to slide up her short
skirt. My thumb reached her...
"Ahem!"
"Oh, sorry. So just what's the problem here? What's
wrong with parody? Who would care about Regis Philbin if
Letterman wasn't constantly showing him up to be such a
dork? People make fun of celebrities all the time and
they 'cry all the way to the bank."
"Hugh Grant!"
"Gulp!", said Tammy.
"William Shatner."
"Oprah Winfrey."
"Arnold Schwartzenegger."
"You spelled that incorrectly, dear," chimed Celeste.
"But whoever it is, is funnier than I am!"
"Yeah, well whoever this is <smirk> is funnier than
we are, too. Hell, this is funnier than Saturday Night
Live has been since at least 1985."
"That's not saying all that much," Tammy noted.
"What really gets me is that I have no idea who this
is. I see myself as a mother confessor to my writers and
I have no certain idea of who this is. I'm the curious
type and I think it's someone I know from my writers or
readers. Considering how well written this parody is and
the generally poor quality of writing talent on a.s.s., I
think it can only be one of two people: SooNH,
or Deidre Ng."
"My sister! My sister writes erotica on the internet!
My sister writes better than I do!"
I'd always wondered why, when we visited dd's
apartment in Brooklyn the computer chair always had a
damp spot and smelled like some one had been consumer
testing vibrators on it.
"So, this parody writer goes under the name
'Celeste802.' We'll find her, or him, or whatever..."
Celeste unhooked her legs from the arms of the chair
She straightened her skirt and stuffed her panties into her
pocketbook.
"Here's my number. Please contact me when you solve the
case. I know you can help me. Oh, I'm so glad I came, here!"
We walked down the street from our office to the Old
Towne Tavern for dinner, some beers and to think the case
through. After we settled down I excused myself and
headed off to splash some water on my face. As I walked
down the narrow back corridor my way was blocked by a
young woman: 5'6", thin but very athletic, short dark
hair, full lips and very strong legs made very visible by
a tight, mid-thigh cotton dress.
But it was her eyes that grabbed me, literally. I
couldn't avert my eyes for a minute. She locked onto me
and walked forward. I wondered if this is what deer felt
like when confronted by headlights.
She grabbed me by the front of my shirt
and guided me into a walk-in cloak room filled with
winter coats. In the back she pushed me against the
wall, undid my pants, wrapped her fingers around my cock
and stroked until I was hard, never letting her eyes
leave mine. She rose and kissed me, hard and
passionately. I could feel a need in her as she pressed
against me.
Then she lifted her dress to reveal that she was not
wearing panties. She crawled up and over me until she
could impale herself on my cock. My legs locked and she
began fucking me, grinding herself against me, sliding up
and down my pole, licking and nibbling my neck and
pulsing with growing pleasure. I held her ass in my
hands and rubbed it as we moved her up and down my cock
and her pelvis ground itself hard against me. Her tongue
licked my neck and I felt a slight pinch. Suddenly I
felt as if I was being fucked twice. She started to come
just as I heard...
"Hey!!! Get your undead fangs out of my man!"
Tammy was standing beside us pushing a cheap
crucifix into the mystery woman's face. The mystery
woman cursed, mumbled something about the East Side,
dismounted from me and walked off in a huff.
"Will you pleeze stop thinking with your dick all
the goddam time? That was a vampire who was about to
turn you into her early dinner!"
"I'm not sure that..."
"Look, I know that almost nothing in 'New York'
magazine is true, but the rumors and gossip are important
to our work. Didn't you read the "Vampire Hangouts
Between 14th and 34th Streets" article I left in your
inbox?"
"Um, no."
"Sometimes you are hopeless."
Then she paused and a familiar mischievous grin came
across her face.
"She didn't let you come, did she?"
"Well, you...."
I was interrupted by Tammy dropping to a squat in
front of me, her skirt now riding all the way up her
thighs. She took my cock and began sucking it.
"Now, who's cock is this?" she asked as she stroked
it and looked up at me.
"Yours..." She knows me far too well for this, or me,
to last very long.
"And who has the only pussy and mouth this cock is
allowed in unless it's absolutely necessary for work?"
"You do..." I was starting to tighten and shiver.
"And whose tongue are you going to come on right
now..."
She looked up at me, her blouse open, her braless
breasts exposed, her tongue flat and wide and stretched out.
She ran it under the head of my cock and she stroked me.
I contorted in pleasure, snapped my head back and forced
myself to look as I spurted onto her sweet tongue and
into her mouth. She immediately engulfed my rod,
slurping loudly right through my orgasm and after shocks.
Afterward she rose, held me close, and kissed me so I
could taste my own saltiness.
"By the way, you never seemed religious. Where'd
you get the crucifix?"
"How soon they forget...don't you remember playing
'Catholic School Girl' the other night?"
I'd forgotten the details so we walked downtown to Tammy's
apartment, she changed into a plaid skirt and white shirt and we
spent the evening jogging my memory.
November 28.
We spent the day calling some old contacts and booking travel
arrangements. After dinner we took the subway to Park Slope to pay an
unannounced visit to Tammy's older sister, Deidre Ng. Tammy had been
distracted all day. She looked the way I do when I know I have to go out
and put
a bullet in someone I know. Tammy was concerned that there was a part of
her
sister's life she hadn't known about. Maybe there was a reason she was
being so
secretive, other than being some oversexed intellectual.
As we made our way up the three flights to dd's Tammy still had the
determined look in her eyes. In one fluid motion she slid her key into
the first
lock, then into the second, then the third and the door opened. A cat
came running
toward us, Tammy glared at it and the feline made a 90 degree turn off
behind a
couch. I expected there was some history there. Tammy gave me a look
that said,
"Stay here," so I took off my battered trench coat and took a seat in dd's
kitchen
as she moved toward dd's closed bedroom door. She knew her business and
her
sister so I sat back to listen. I heard the door open but not slam shut
again. I
checked out the scotch sitting in a shelf in the kitchen and kept an ear
open.
"Hey!!!"
"Well, well, well..."
"Don't you believe...in calling, or knocking..or making a
reservation?!"
"Caught in flagrante delicious, eh dd?"
"Would...you...please...leave..."
"Not until I've asked you a few questions, dear sister."
"I can't concentrate...when you're standing there...watching us..."
"Oh, you mean you can't...cummmm all over your boyfriend's dick,
riding it like
that, when someone's watching? Hey, studly, I'll bet you don't have any
problem
staying hard at the thought of my watching, do you, big boy. Bet you'd
like me to
join in. Dream on hardstuff, but you'd like it even better from my
perspective. If
dd were facing you instead of me you could see her rubbing her clit while
she rides
your, actually very nice-looking, cock."
"Tammy, of all the creepy things...you've..."
"So, you've been writing nasty stories for alt.sex.stories?"
"Actually, it's a bit more than that...I've been... publishing...our
letters to each
other."
dd's voice sounded like Tammy better finish the interrogation soon.
"You published our letters!? About first blowjobs? About my seducing
that cute
guy, finding out he was a virgin and then sucking him in the school
darkroom?!"
"Ye-e-e-s...could you please leave now and yell at me later? I
really want to cum
now."
"Not so fast Little Miss Cumstories, what about Celeste802? Who is
it?"
"How should I...know? They only...published that one take-off on
'Celestial
Reviews'...and..."
"And what! Do I have your permission to search you hard disk?"
"I don't care! Would you just get the hell out of here so I
can...finish..."
"Keep her for another fifteen minutes, studcakes. She likes being
eaten about five
minutes after she comes."
Tammy reappeared in the kitchen.
"Tough job, Tammy. Can I smell your fingers?"
But we still had work to do. We moved to the living room and with
Deidre and
her squeeze in the background sounding like guests on Rikki Lake's
"Couples
Who Make Way Too Much Noise During Sex" show, we searched dd's hard
drive. Celestial Reviews, the one Celeste802 piece, but nothing else that
matched.
Tammy slid a disk into the drive and copied everything containing her name
and
then we left.
Later, back at my place we settled down to a couple of scotches and
hard copy of
dd's collected works. This led to my giving Tammy a backrub, which led to
an
assrub, which led to a clit rub, which led to the next morning.
Saturday, November 30.
The next stop in our search for this electronic phantom. The
five-hour
ride into New England was relatively uneventful. An hour
of driving. Then Tammy was squirming in her seat. I grabbed
the wheel while she pulled off her tights and panties and
slid a pillow under her ass. I oiled my fingers and
slowly massaged her pussy lips as she drove. Her right
foot on the accelerator, left leg bent and spread with
her bare foot resting on the seat, I rubbed and fingered
her pussy with one hand and rubbed her bare thighs with
my other.
Unbuttoning her blouse, I added tonguing her
nipples until she got close and I wanted to be able to
watch her come. I could feel her thighs starting to
pulse and shiver, neuromuscular conflict between her
impending loss of control and her maintaining control of
the nerve function between six or seven brain cells in
the rational and visual parts of her cortex and the
muscles controlling her foot on the accelerator, or if
the need arose, the brake. She kept her eyes on the road
but kept stealing fleeting glances at me, like a tease,
knowing I wanted the eye contact. She bit her lip as I
quickened my rubbing her clit, pulsed her back and came,
squirming against the seat and pressing her wet pussy
against my large soft hand. I moved closer to her, kissed
her bare shoulder and continued rubbing her bare thighs
for many minutes longer.
She reached into my lap, unzipped me and wrapped my
favorite fingers around my cock. I glanced at the clock
and reached for the FM radio buttons when the meaning of
Saturday 1:00 P.M. sunk in. I had an idea.
The familiar voices filled the car.
"Hello and welcome to 'Car Talk.' We're Click and
Clack, the Tappett Brothers, known to the IRS and
local teamsters as Tom and Ray Magliozzi. We're here to
answer your questions about cars, car maintenance, hair
sprays and the Answer to Life, the Universe and
Everything. Before establishing that my brother Tommy
doesn't remember last week's 'Puzzler,' let's get right
to the phones."
As the NPR philosopher-mechanics of the air began
not answering their first caller's question, I rummaged
around in Tammy's pack for the cell phone. I dialed the
number from memory. That's the thing about growing up in
the sixties, smoking pounds of pot, serving an
intelligence agency (sic) for six years and then coming
back to the States. I can't remember which drawer I keep
my socks in but I remember the call-in number for the NPR
station in Boston.
"Hello, you're on Car Talk."
"Hi, this is...um..her, what the hell, Backrub from
New York. Actually, we're on the Mass Pike right now
heading east."
"Backrub from New York? Do you know Shiatsu from San
Francisco?"
As the Brothers Magliozzi cracked up I began to
wonder whether this was such a good idea.
"So, what's your question, 'Rub?"
"Let's say you're driving east on the Mass 'pike
approaching Amherst, and you're with 'someone special'
and you're in a 1974 Saab 99, which is quite comfy..."
"The fuel injected model?"
"No carbureted."
"Good, the fuel injected model that year was
horrible."
"Anyway, the special someone thinks its a comfy car
but also wants to find someplace where you can, er, be
alone, if you know what I mean. Anyplace in the area you
would suggest?"
"Whoa! This is a family show, even though the family
may be the Simpsons! You're going to ruin our image with
a question like that."
"That's not possible Tommy," laughed Ray.
"OK, just to get you out of here and us out of
potential trouble with the FCC...is there still an FCC or
did Newt defund them also? We haven't gotten any
threatening letters from them lately and..."
"Tommy! Don't rant! What my doddering brother is
trying to say is: Pull into any parking lot at UMass,
they couldn't care less what you do. But don't say we
sent you! And don't ride like my brother!" (Both laugh
loudly, bang on countertops)
Tammy swerved to make the exit ramp and within
another ten minutes we were parked under trees in a far
corner of a huge lot at the above-referenced campus. I
was sitting in the back seat. Tammy was straddling me,
kissing me over and over again softly and sweetly, but
certainly not chastely. She held my cock in her hand and
gently squeezed and rubbed it as she slid the head of my
cock back and forth over her pussy lips. Inserting no
more than the very tip, she used the silky soft but firm
head to massage her lips and clit. I could feel wetness
and my cockhead getting moist. She slid herself up and
down my cock and then, without warning, slid me inside in one
smooth motion. We both gasped and kissed deeply. I held
her ass in my hands as we fucked steadily grinding
ourselves against each other. I slid a finger into her
ass and she called out. She whispered into my ear,
asking me to empty my balls into her. She whimpered,
said my name over and over again and came hard against
me. I pushed up into her, held her very tight and came,
looking into her eyes and tasting her lips.
We pulled into the long gravel road leading to the
somewhat rustic house at around 3 P.M. The red Miata and
the Range Rover parked in front suggested that the woman
we sought was home. Before announcing ourselves, we
decided to check the place out a bit. We didn't notice
anyone inside as we peered into windows. A garden in
back, winding down for the winter. A Nordic Track and
some other exercise equipment in a side room. Nice
place. Lots of books strewn about and lots of
bookshelves. Well read. We quietly let ourselves into
the back and listened for people and sounds as we crept
or skulked into the home of SooNH.
As we walked down a wood floor corridor we heard the
clicking of keys and a woman's heavy breathing. Tammy
moved ahead slowly and then stopped, motioning me ahead
slowly. As we peered into the room we could see facing
half away from us a striking blond woman with long hair
writing distractedly at a Mac, her body twitching as she
tried to write. Kneeling between her legs was a man of
about 40, sucking her pussy with quite some enthusiasm.
She appeared to be torn between giving it up to his
ministrations, and dedication to whatever she was
writing.
"Robert, I love it, but I need to get this out tonight
before the guests arrive."
"Mmmmfph!"
"I know it tastes good, but I can't write and..."
Tammy backed up against me and I slid a hand down
and up her skirt. She whispered, "You are bad!" but her
own had come behind her and began rubbing me from
outside. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans to give her
something to keep her hands busy. I began to rub my cock
against her bare ass, just where she held it.
Soo's self control was stronger than ours. She
grabbed her lover by the hair, whispered something to him
and he stopped and rose, looking dejected and very horny.
He started to leave and we beat a hasty retreat out the
back door, also having been deprived of release.
We watched him leave in the Rover and waited five
minutes before ringing the bell. Soo answered after a
minute, dressed in a beautiful robe that looked like a
Navaho blanket.
We introduced ourselves and she led us into the
living room.
On the coffee table I spotted several volumes from
the "Beautiful Cooking" series and printed copies of
several of Celeste801's reviews, and a copy of
Celeste802's parody, with handwritten notes...
"So, what do you know about this 'Celeste802'
character?"
"Just what I read on a.s.s."
"Are you going to make that lame joke twice in the
same story?" Tammy asked, glaring at me.
I let my partner/lover's remark sit and went on.
"But right here you have all of Celeste801's
reviews, a copy of the parody, and your own handwritten
notes!"
"Look I value my privacy and...how did you even
locate me?"
"There are only three red Miatas registered in the entire
state, and two of them belong to accountants. Anyway,
we're pretty sure you know more than what you're telling us!"
Before Soo could respond, Tammy had whipped out her
Home Shopping Network leather cuffs, grabbed Soo's wrists
and slapped them on with Velcro (TM). We both grabbed
her and slid her down on her stomach on the floor.
Before she knew what was happening, her wrists were
lashed to her heavy oak coffee table. We each grabbed a
very shapely ankle and applied the other pair of late-night-mail-order
bondage
accessories, had her legs spread-eagled and tied to a chair and her sofa.
We
pulled off her robe and she was...delightful. I made a mental note
to reread all of her stories two or three times when we
got back to New York.
The sight of her twitch and strain against her bonds
when I slapped her ass made a big dent in my professional
demeanor.
"So you won't talk, will you? We'll see about
that!"
"Is he for real?" Soo asked Tammy.
"Most of the time."
I slapped her again, and she twitched again. I
spanked her repeatedly and I noticed that she was
starting to grind herself against the floor.
Tammy, ever observant, noted,"You know, babe, this
only works if the person does not want to be spanked."
"Oh yeah, well take that (slap!) and that (slap!
slap!)" Soo was starting to breathe like someone who had
been getting her pussy licked thoroughly fifteen minutes
ago, didn't get off and now had some nut spanking her
very nice ass.
Tammy, deciding to take a different tack, sat on the
floor in front of Soo, grabbed her head and drew her
pussy up against and under Soo's face. From the look on
Tammy's face this wasn't going exactly as I had planned.
I reached underneath Soo and began fingering her pussy
and ass.
"OK, so, we'll get you very high and we won't let
you come!"
Have you ever seen a woman laugh when she has
another woman's pussy in her mouth? Well it was like
that. Didn't do much for my professional credibility. I
tried to remind myself of my goals as Soo's hips made
movements that I don't ordinarily associate with stopping
fingering a woman's pussy and ass. Soo ground her pussy
against my hand and squirmed from my finger sliding deep
into her tight, and very very nice ass. The muscles in
her back stood taut and head shook as she ate Tammy. She
pulled against her bonds and I wished I had another hand
to take out my cock.
I adore the sound of a woman coming with a full
mouth, in this case, full of Tammy. Soo may have been
limited to muffled cries, but Tammy was not nearly so
reserved, looking into my eyes across Soo as she
shivered and came.
"Nnnnhhhh!" said Sooo.
Funny, I always thought it referred to New Hampshire.
On our way out we passed a group of people coming up
the path, apparently arriving for the party Soo had mentioned
to her friend. A cop, a bearded guy in a flannel shirt, jeans
and work boots carrying a large wooden dildo, a tense-looking
housewife, two college kids, and a beautiful bronze woman from
the Caribbean who touched Tammy and called her 'darlin' as we
passed.
"The Village People for the '90's?" asked Tammy as we slid
back into the car.
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