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HOW TO BORROW THE CAR
“Hi, Dad. Can I borrow the car?”
“No, son.”
Sound familiar? Don’t worry. I can help. Here’s what to say
the next time you ask to borrow the car, and your Dad (or Mom) tells you
“no”.
“Hi, Dad. Can I borrow the car?”
“No, son.”
“Father, I agree with you completely. You are very wise to say
‘no’ to me. You see, if I were to borrow the car, it would just be a
total waste of gas.
“The girls I like all take their baths at 8 o’clock. By 8:30,
they’re tucked into bed. What use would it be for me to be driving
around at night, when all the girls I like are already asleep in bed?
“Furthermore, think of the cost, if I were to get into an
accident. I mean, if I were to be driving around at night, thinking
about all those little girls tucked into their beds, I might get
excited! I might wreck your car. Your insurance premium would
skyrocket, all because I was thinking about little girls instead of
thinking about driving.
“And what if I parked? What if I parked your car in some no
parking zone, in order to visit some little girl tucked into her bed?
Why, I might be climbing through her window, as the police were towing
away your car!
“At least you have to give me credit for one thing though,
Dad. Liking little girls, as I do, you won’t ever have to worry about
me getting anyone pregnant.
“But you are correct not to loan me the car, Dad. It would be
far better for me to spend this night honing my literary skills. Think
of all the stories I could write, about naughty little girls, and how
they get spanked, which teaches them to be good! What a waste it would
be for me to be out driving around, in your car, when I could be in my
bedroom writing sex stories?
“Yes, now I know why the Bible teaches us, ‘Honor thy Father
and Mother’. Only the wisdom that comes with age, such as your age
Father, would allow one to know that it is far better to be at home than
out driving around in your car.
“I am deeply impressed by you, Father. Who needs girls,
anyway? Even little girls? Now that I am considering it, I really do
think that I prefer boys.
“I am going to go to my room, Father. And I am not going to
think about girls, of any age. I am not even going to write sex
stories. No, I am going to sit in my room and do my homework. By doing
my homework, I can get good grades in school. By getting good grades, I
can get a good job, and earn a good salary. Then I can go to San
Francisco and become a scout master, and open a bath house, exclusively
for little boys!
“Thank you, Father, for not loaning me your car. To think that
I might have been out cruising around, in your car, when I could be
working hard, so that I could one day own my own bath house!
“And that’s not all: by being a successful businessman, I can
be like Ross Perot! I can run for mayor of San Francisco, or even for
President, buying lots of ads on T.V. I can tell everyone why I prefer
to be a fag, and how my wise Father made all this possible.
“Imagine: I will be sitting there, on Larry King Live. He
will lean forward and say to me, ‘Who do you thank for your success in
life, owning your own bath house, and running for President as the
candidate of the Cocktail Party?’
“And, after correcting Larry King, telling him it’s not the
Cocktail Party but the Cock in the Tail party, I will say, ‘My father’.”
(If that doesn’t get you the car, nothing will.)
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
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Issue No. 410
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion’s Playpen
Chapter Nine
The night was still young when Kate left the club with the
man. His name was Ben, and she rolled his name over and over again on
her tongue. He had a Lamborghini and she enjoyed very much riding in it
with him beside her. He spoke admiringly of her outfit and she kept her
leather jacket folded over her lap so he could admire it. Her boobs had
shown themselves a few times while they danced. He’d repaired her shirt
for her each time they’d come flying out. Now, she sensed, he was
taking her someplace where her shirt could come off completely.
“Do you trust me?” he asked her, looking across at her as they
drove through the city.
Kate thought a moment. “Yes,” she answered. Her legs were
pressed tightly together and she let her thighs fall open a little. Her
jacket, on her lap, covered them.
“Why?” the man asked. It was a normal question, she supposed,
for such a frightened age as the 1990’s.
“Because I know you’ll never hurt me,” she answered. She
smiled a little at her insouciance. She only knew his first name and he
only knew her as Kate. He could be anyone, and she knew he knew she
knew nothing about him.
“But if I did?” he asked.
“Then I would accept it,” she breathed.
He looked away. She felt a tremor of fear run up through her
belly. What was she doing? she scolded herself. Yet her belly was bare
and he glanced back at her, admiring it. Yes, he wanted to fill it, she
knew. And she guessed he knew what she knew.
“You are right. I would never hurt you,” he said to her. He
lifted his eyes to her breasts. “But it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t... test
you.”
“Test me?” she asked. She looked over at him. He looked back
at the traffic.
“Yes, all girls must be tested.” He spoke casually, but she
gazed at his crotch to see if he felt anything more and saw, with a
little leap of her heart, a bulge develop. “Not all the clubs I own are
dance clubs,” he said to her.
“Oh, really?” she asked. She felt her eyes widen and she
wished she didn’t look so naive.
“No, I have some other clubs too. Perhaps you’d like to see
the one I own here in town.”
“What’s it called?” she asked.
“It’s private. I don’t advertise it,” he said.
“Oh,” she answered.
“But it’s called the Point,” he said. She had not heard of
it. He asked if she had and she nodded ‘no,’ she hadn’t.
They stood within a room. It was on the penthouse floor of a
hotel. When Kate and Ben had gotten off the elevator they had been able
to admire the entire city. But then a woman had met them and led them
down a hall, lined with doors, and put them in a room together. She
stood now behind Ben and Kate, as if waiting for orders. She held the
door to the room closed behind her.
Kate gazed about. There were no windows in the room, despite
the glorious view of the city which glimmered beyond its closed walls.
The room was dominated by a big bed that sat in the middle of it. But
hanging above the bed was a big black whip and along the walls were more
implements, all meant to harm a girl.
“Are you sleepy?” Ben asked Kate.
“No,” Kate answered. She had felt a tremble run through her
from the moment they entered this room and she found her knees were
shaking and she couldn’t quiet them.
“Good, then we can use the bed for something else,” Ben said.
The woman came round in front of Kate and bent down and began
untying Kate’s sneakers. Kate watched her, wishing her legs would quit
shaking. The woman got each of Kate’s sneakers untied and pulled them
off her feet.
“Get up on the bed,” Ben told Kate. She interpreted his words
as an order and decided that since she was now locked in the room with
him she might as well do as he said. She walked as casually as she
could over to the bed, but she couldn’t help wiggling her bottom to
tease him. When she had climbed up onto the bed she knelt expectantly
on all fours and looked back at him. He went to the wall and took down
a cane. It was long and thin and made of bamboo.
Ben flexed the cane in his hands. They were big hands and he
was a big man and Kate felt small in his presence.
“Yes, we can use the bed for something else,” Ben said. “Take
off your shorts. Are you wearing panties underneath?”
“How could I be?” Kate asked. She knelt erect on the bed and
unsnapped her shorts and zipped them down.
“I’ve seen some very small panties in my day,” Ben smiled.
“Have you ever been caned before?”
“Caned?” Kate asked. With her shorts unzipped and her bush
showing she knelt on the bed and looked at him with her wide, girlish
eyes, wondering if she shouldn’t zip herself back up and make a break
for the door.
NAKED AT THE NEWSSTAND
by Harold Hate
“I hate my life, and yours too.”
(Special contributor)
Perfect 10, Volume 1, Number 5, $6.95. Full color magazine, many
pages. Published quarterly. Perfect 10, Box 469115, Escondido CA
92046-9115. Toll Free Phone: 1-888-338-7897. Web:
http://www.perfectten.com
Review: Gosh, it’s Saturday night, and what am I doing? I’m
sitting here looking at this fucking thing!
“Perfect 10” claims it will pay $200,000 to the top female that
it features in its magazine. And that’s not all. “Perfect 10” will pay
$100,000 to the female who comes in second, and $50,000 to the female
who comes in third.
There’s just one problem. Increasingly, the females featured
in “Perfect 10” are “Sports Illustrated”-type females. And you know
what that means. They all look like 25-year-old housewives.
If “Perfect 10” was featuring girls who were 12, or 14, (or
even 8) I could see paying them $200,000. But $200,000 for a fucking
housewife?!
I don’t buy the yearly Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition.
All the “girls” in it are old. They have all been vaginally penetrated,
anally penetrated, and have given numerous blow-jobs. Not once, but
many, many times. I know this not by knowing the particulars of any
specific girl in Sports Illustrated, of course, but through my study of
various magazine articles on sex. This month’s Playboy (the November
1998 “College” edition) reveals that most 18-year-old girls have had
half-a-dozen sexual partners by the time they’re 18. God knows how many
sexual partners they’ve had by the time they’re 25!
The October 1998 issue of Club International features a very
beautiful, very young centerfold girl. As I was looking at her I was
shocked by this fact: her clitoris is pierced! So, in the case of this
18-year-old, she has not only been penetrated sexually in all the
aforementioned places, she has even chosen to undergo the ultimate in
piercing!
As you can easily see, following the logic of my argument, NO
25-year-old “girl” is worth $200,000. A virgin might be worth $200,000,
of course, but given the average age at which girls lose their
virginity, this would necessarily mean that she was no older than 13.
In my opinion, “Perfect 10” will soon be out of business.
There is no reason to be paying the “girls” in this magazine $200,000.
While the publisher is free to waste his money on 25-year-old housewives
if he chooses, my guess is that he’ll run out of money. Do you really
think that a magazine that is shelling out money at this rate will still
be around in 40 years?
“Perfect 10” is a lousy magazine. Playboy does a much, much
better job of photographing females than “Perfect 10” does. There is no
comparison between a Playboy pictorial and a “Perfect 10” pictorial.
Playboy is fun to look at. (Particularly the Newsstand Special
editions.) Playboy engages the reader’s imagination. “Perfect 10”, on
the other hand, resembles a women’s underwear catalog.
If “Perfect 10” wants to pay $200,000 to 25-year-old
housewives, they are certainly welcome to. But I have bought this
magazine twice now and, each time, found it to be quite boring. I do
not plan to buy it again.
Black Eagle Lady
by Will Dockery
Lady’s walking down South Seale Road,
I hope she gets there soon.
Lady’s walking down South Seale Road,
I hope she gets there soon.
She sees flashing dollar signs,
under the moon.
Blame it on silk sheets on a silver blanket,
or a valentine I did not buy.
Blame it on silk sheets on a silver blanket,
or a valentine I did not buy.
I don’t know her touch,
although I recall it’s quite fine.
Her hair black as a crow,
be careful though stones she throws.
Her hair black as a crow,
be careful though stones she throws.
Teeth like a timber wolf, that’s me,
He wanders the archtypical frozen land.
Spirit of the eagle, she’s free.
Every little word you speak,
good sweet friend,
it comes straight through to my mind,
clear across town,
clear across the river.
AND IN THE END...
STRANGER DANGER?
“What I know about child homicides first of all we know there’s
a 12 to 1 probability that when we have a child murdered that it’s done
by a family member, or caregiver, or someone close to the child. Only 1
in 12 is committed by a stranger.”
- Gregg McCrary, retired Special Agent, F.B.I. (Charlie Rose, September
11, 1997.)
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-END OF 410 EMISSION
“Jephthah made a vow to the Lord: ‘If you give the Ammonites
into my hands, whatever comes out of the door of my house to meet me
when I return in triumph... I will sacrifice... as a burnt offering.’
“...When Jephthah returned to his home in Mizpah, who should
come out to meet him but his daughter...
“...He did to her as he had vowed.”
- Judges 11: 30-39. (Holy Bible, New International Version).
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