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A BLONDE Tiffany Taylor!
Would you like to know what the biggest lie is, that men tell?
It’s a lie they tell to each other. It has nothing to do with Interns
or adultery.
It’s this lie: “Oh, in Playboy, those girls don’t really look
like that. It’s just air-brushing.”
Playboy began publishing in 1955. Air-brushing wasn’t invented
until the 1970’s. So, although some photos may be ‘touched up’ using an
air-brush, to remove the unfortunate mole or blemish (or tattoo), an
air-brush cannot create a beautiful girl out of whole cloth.
Anyway, I have my own experience to rely on. Take what
happened to me last night. I was sitting in this Chinese restaurant. I
was eating, and at the same time I was studying a book about Java and
reading The Economist.
Then a family showed up. To eat in the restaurant. You would
not believe how their daughter looked. I’ll describe her as I saw her,
to give you the full effect:
First, through the restaurant’s window, before the family even
came into the restaurant, I saw an impressive pair of bosoms. They were
quite large bosoms, even for a woman, but they were on a girl who was no
older than 16. (And perhaps only 14 !)
Due to the fullness of her chest, this girl’s shirt was pulled
tight against her body. I could see that her ribs, under her breasts,
had no fat on them. And underneath her ribs her belly was smooth and
flat. So, in looking at this girl, I was struck by the sharp inward
slope of her midriff: bosoms, then ribs, then, tucked under her ribs,
her straight, small belly.
Next, I noticed this girl with the big bosoms had blonde hair.
Long blonde hair. Of course by now I was hoping to find some defect,
somewhere, on her, so that I would not go completely insane!
I looked at her arms. They were perfectly slim. Her upper
arms were slightly hollow in appearance, just like a model’s. Her skin
was well-tanned and seemed to glow under the restaurant’s lights.
The family was escorted to a table. As they walked past me I
saw that the girl had large, luminous eyes. Some man was glowering at
me so I didn’t get to fully inspect the girl’s face. However, as soon
as the family sat down and the man looked away, I resumed my inspection!
Naturally, you can guess how this girl was seated. Her old,
fat, bald father, and her old, unattractive mother (who wasn’t even a
blonde!) were seated facing me. The girl herself was seated with her
back to me. I had a perfect view of her father and mother, but I was
stuck looking at the back of the daughter’s head! However, if I leaned
to one side I could see the swell of the girl’s bosom, which at least
was some consolation.
Soon the girl turned her head to one side, to look around the
restaurant. Sitting behind her, I now had a sideways-view of her face.
Since the “pervert patrol” man was no longer glowering at me, I gazed
intently at her. My God! You would not believe this girl’s face! Her
eyes were indeed large, as I’d noticed previously. Now I noticed that
she had a small, snub nose. Even more impressively, she had a perfectly
round, pixie-like oval face! An elf would not have had a cuter face.
Sometimes you see girls under 12 who have a cute, pixie-like face, but
to see such a face on a girl who’s already grown her bosoms is truly
amazing!
You can guess what happened next. I shitted in my pants. I
thought it was just gas, but when I felt a large, wet bulge underneath
me, I said to myself, “Holy shit! I’ve pooped in my pants!”
I ran to the restaurant’s bathroom. I locked myself in the
toilet stall and took down my pants. Yep, sure enough, there was a big
diarrhea stain in my underpants, as well as some poop. Quickly I began
grabbing wads of toilet paper and cleaning out my underpants.
Can you guess what happened next? You will think I’m making
this up, but I’m not. The toilet paper ran out. I couldn’t belive it.
Here I am, with poop on my butt and in my pants, and there’s no toilet
paper!
I looked around the toilet stall. I saw the seat coverings for
the toilet seat on the wall behind the toilet. Immediately I began
yanking them out of their container and using them to clean myself and
my underpants.
Once my butt was clean, an important question arose: what to
do with my underpants? I mean, they were totally ruined. There was no
way I could continue wearing them with a big wet diarrhea stain in
them. Fortunately there was only a little stain on the back of my
trousers, so I decided to get rid of my underpants, and just walk around
with my dick dangling inside my trousers.
However, this question arose: where should I leave my
underpants? Once before this had happened to me, in a Federal Building
of all places, and I just left my underpants in the toilet stall.
However, I was now stuck in a small Chinese restaurant, in a
closet-sized bathroom, and since I had already gotten odd looks from the
management when I walked into the place, I knew they’d guess right away
who had left his underpants in their bathroom!
What to do? I thought and thought. Then it occurred to me:
why not drop my underpants in the bathroom’s wastebasket?
Unfortunately, it wasn’t a closed wastebasket, like in a real bathroom.
This was, after all, a Chinese restaurant. The wastebasket in the
restroom was an open bin, sitting out on the floor, so that anyone could
look in it and see my underpants! (Worse, they would be able to smell
them, too.)
I pulled several more toilet seat covers out of their
container. I wrapped them around my underpants. Then I hurried out of
the toilet stall and dropped my underpants in the wastebasket.
(Fortunately nobody had come into the bathroom during the whole time I
was cleaning myself.) With my underpants in the wastebasket, but
wrapped in a big wad of toilet seat covers, it was still pretty obvious,
to anyone who might look in the wastebasket, that something fishy was
going on. So I took lots of paper towels and wadded them up and dropped
them in the wastebasket too, to cover up the big wad of toilet seat
covers that had my underpants in them.
At this point I left the restroom. Any normal, decent person
would have left the restaurant too, since my trousers were kinda stained
in back. However, I was not about to leave that restaurant with such a
beautiful girl sitting there! So, with my dick dangling inside my
pants, hoping there wasn’t any odor from the small stain on the back of
my trousers, I went back to my table and sat down again.
But very bad luck had struck! In between the luscious
14-year-old blonde and her family, a new family had been seated! It
consisted of a HUGELY fat man and his ugly, fat female relatives. (Plus
some little girl, about 6-years-old, who looked like total shit.) The
big fat man was sitting EXACTLY between me and my view of the blonde!
No matter how I wiggled about in my chair I could not see past him!
So, guess what I did? I literally picked up my chair, still
pretending to sit in it, and moved it way over to one side of my table.
Then I could SLIGHTLY see the blonde, IF the fat man leaned back in his
chair. But when he leaned forward again, then I couldn’t see! So I
picked up my chair again and moved it all the way to the other side of
my table. Then I could slightly see the blonde once more, IF the fat
man DIDN’T lean back!
Well, you can imagine how that was. Every time the fat dude
leaned back, I had to shove my chair all the way to the other end of my
table. And then, as often happened, when he leaned forward again, I had
to shove my chair to the other end of my table!
I had been in the restaurant for some time before the family
with the blonde daughter had even arrived. The waiter had already been
asking me if I wanted a box to take my meal home with me. Now I was
determined not to leave until the family did, so I could (hopefully) get
a better look at their daughter!
I drank a lot of water. I drank it slowly. The “pervert
patrol” man kept looking at me, wondering why I was just sitting there
drinking water. The waiter kept asking me if I wanted a box. The
girl’s mother and father, who unfortunately had a pretty good view of
me, occasionally would look in my direction.
Nonetheless, I stayed! I was NOT going to leave that
restaurant until the girl did! I watched the family finish their
dinner. I waited while the father got his money out of his wallet to
pay for their dinner. I waited some more while the waiter took their
money and their bill, and went to make change. I put my Java book and
my Economist magazine away and got ready to leave.
At last, the family got up. Unfortunately, they walked
straight out of the restaurant. For some stupid reason I thought they
would have to stand at the front of the restaurant, to pay their bill,
but of course they had already paid! So when they got up, it wasn’t
like at the grocery store, where you can wait behind people and look at
their daughter while they pay their bill. The family just got up and
left, and I, having not paid yet, was stuck all by myself at the front
of the restaurant, with no girl to look at! She was outside, walking
away!
You would think, with shit in my pants and the fat dude and the
“pervert patrol” man and all the other bad luck I’d already suffered, I
would at least be able to pay for my food and leave. But no such luck.
For some reason the cashier (who was also the restaurant’s manager) had
decided to total up the night’s receipts. There I stood as he punched
in numbers at his cash register, happily working his way through dozens
of people’s bills. (All of which had ALREADY been paid!)
“Keep the change!” I yelled to the manager. I left my money
and his fucking bill on the counter, next to his cash register. He
nodded to me and I went running out of that restaurant. But the family
was already getting into their car! They got in it and drove away. I
was stuck standing there, having never gotten a really good look at that
girl!
However, I did get enough of a look at her to be able to say,
with absolute conviction, that she was an exact replica of Tiffany
Taylor. The only difference between the two girls was that she was
about five years younger, and blonde!
I relate all of my travails that I have listed above to make
this point: there ARE girls in this world who are “Playboy-perfect.”
You aren’t just seeing air-brushing when you look at Playboy. Girls in
fact do look that pretty. I would have loved to have found some defect
in that blonde that I saw at the Chinese restaurant, so I could go back
to reading my Java book and my copy of the Economist. And so I wouldn’t
shit in my pants. But, unfortunately, the girl WAS, in fact, a
“Playboy-perfect,” Tiffany Taylor-type girl, and a blonde to boot! So I
shitted in my pants, and had to leave my underwear in the bathroom, and
otherwise had a perfectly awful meal, trying to look past some fat guy
by moving my chair back and forth.
Well, I hope I have made my point. There’s one other I’d like
to make. Take an extra pair of underpants with you if you go out to
eat. You never know: the next All-American family you see may have a
Tiffany Taylor daughter!
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
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Issue No. 404
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion’s Playpen
Chapter Eight
Kate, still handcuffed to her master, tossed her blonde head as
casually as she could and tried not to think of all the eyes on her
fanny. She was proud of her bottom, in an odd, feminine sort of way.
Proud of how all the men, and not a few women, gazed at her nether
cheeks in admiration. It wasn’t often you could show off your bottom in
public, Kate reminded herself, trying to suppress the butterflies that
rose up in her tummy. Yet, when you were young, and beautiful, wasn’t
it something you should wish to do? Kate gave her heinie a wiggle and
watched the other guests respond. She was a fish, leading a school of
fish in the ocean, her flipping tail making all the others follow.
“God, if it wasn’t marked already,” a young man sighed. He
looked wealthy and spoiled and Kate took an instant liking to him. He
seemed to have eyes filled with fire and Kate guessed his veins were
just as arduous, right down to the ones that ridged the thing in his
pants which now stood up quite plainly, making him a little embarrassed
as he stood amongst his fellows. Then Kate saw her admirer’s eyes pass
over to the waist of the hostess. Kate leaned back a little and saw
that there was a competitor for the room’s eyes. The hostess, in
bending over to kiss Kate’s fanny, had revealed more of her own rump.
Her dress was so tight and cut so low in back that when she bent her
bottom had arched up out of her gown. Now it stuck out quite
completely, with her tight gown bunched underneath it. Unless she
reached back and put a finger into her dress and lifted it up back over
herself, the hostess would have a bare bottom for the rest of the
night. Kate waited for the hostess to repair her dress. But she
didn’t. Instead, she went on with her duties as if nothing had
happened. She took a fresh bottle of wine from an ice bucket and had a
man uncork it for her. Then she filled the glasses of those guests that
looked empty, waiting while a few guests hastily downed what they’d
already been given.
“We must be in high spirits for the evening,” the hostess
laughed. Her nipples were risen through her expensive dress. It clung
to her belly and thighs so liquidly that Kate felt the woman’s pussy was
almost on display. Where her thighs met the hostess’ dress dipped
inward, then rose a little to show the outline of her bush. While the
effect had always been present, the fact that the hostess was now
disordered in back seemed to deepen Kate’s awareness of it. She felt so
teased by the woman’s attire that she wanted to run over to her and rip
off her dress. She felt a strange desire to lick the woman’s bush and
pass her tongue up between her lovelips and make the hostess as aroused
as Kate herself was feeling.
Dharma Bum
by Alan Catlin
He drank
life from
easy chug
a mug
bottles
throwing
the empties
off the porch
onto the over
grown lawn
lighting
white filter
tipped cigars
with stick
matches he
struck on
the peeling
railing paint or
on the sagging
floor boards
when the railing
was too far
away to reach
listening to
ball games
in the out
of tune radio
plugged into
the frayed
extension cord
the wife and
kiddies going
by without
comment one
way or the other
about what might
be happening in
his life like
he was some kind
of animated lawn
ornament the weeds
hadn’t gotten
to yet.
AND IN THE END...
OH, CHARLIE ROSE...
“More pigs than people live in North Carolina; about 10 million
of the former, only 7.5 million of the latter. ...The rapid expansion
of pig-farming proves North Carolina’s success at diversifying its
economy, but it comes at a steep price in filthy water and strong
smells.”
- The Economist, September 20, 1997, pg. 30.
(Now you know why Charlie, though a proud North Carolinian, broadcasts
from New York! - h.j.)
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