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Story contains mild violence.

Usual copyright stuff applies, no archives or reposting without asking etc.
etc. and don't claim you wrote it! (Unless of course I get some really bad
flak, then I'll blame you!)

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sending a story that you've spent at least half an hour on, into the void
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Building Bridges - (The "Unexpurgated Version") by Nick

"Bastard!" she screamed, delivering a stinging slap that rattled my teeth.

Jenny had just come out of Kate's office, a little more briskly than usual.
This had attracted my attention, and when I asked her what was up, that was
the reaction I got!

That in itself was enough to silence the workaday murmur of the open-plan
working area, but the situation was then compounded by her running back to
her desk in floods of tears. Friends flocked round to comfort her, shooting
me the occasional poisonous glance.

Since Jenny and I had been getting on so well recently (very, very well, in
fact!), I felt I needed to get to the bottom of this little outburst. The
answer looked as if it might lie in Kate's office, whence she had just
emerged, so in I went. Apart from anything else, I needed to retreat, from
the hostile gaze of my colleagues!

Kate was a good looking woman in her mid-thirties. Her face, framed by
blonde ringlets, had a girlish appearance and  there was something about
her which made men want to protect her. However her steely grey eyes,
trained by authority, told the more perceptive that she was more than
capable of looking after herself.

Our business was selling and implementing surveillance systems and she and
I had worked on a number of projects together. I had built up a high regard
for her professional competence. It has to be said that I also found her
attractive, but she was a married lady, and as such off-limits. Besides
Peter, her husband, was not the kind of man whose trust one abused. 

Except once.... But then we had both had far too much to drink, and the
experience, in the cold light of day, was embarrassing. Neither of us had
spoken of it again.

"What's the matter with Jenny?" I asked her.

"Ah! I'm glad you're here." Kate said icily, looking up.

She pushed a sheet of paper towards me. I picked it up and read it:

"To: N.Rogers

From: J.Cousins

Subject: Hot Seat!

Nick,
I came in with no panties today! I can't get last night out of my mind and
I'm finding it hard to concentrate on my work. When things are quiet I pull
myself close to my desk, where no-one can see, and... well, you know! 

I've been doing this rather a lot! Can you come and put a stop to it
please! ;-)

Jenny"

I felt my face redden with embarrassment and anger! I had received the
message earlier today and, with a smile, filed it my personal mailbox. For
Kate, or anyone, to raid my mailbox like this, as she had clearly done, was
simply unacceptable! 

"Kate, this was a private e-mail! You're not supposed to...."

She interrupted me, eyes blazing.

"Jenny is my secretary! She is employed by this company to do a job of
work, not to ...." For a moment she was lost for words, "...screw around
with guys who ought to know BETTER!"

I opened my mouth, and closed it again.

"As for THIS," she indicated the printed e-mail, "our office systems are
provided for WORK and WORK alone!"

She continued to glare at me, her mouth twitching slightly, betraying an
uncharacteristic level of passion. I might have argued with her further
about invasion of privacy, but something told me it was best not to.

"Sorry," I mumbled, "it won't happen...."

"You have two seconds," she hissed, "to leave my office before I haul you
up for sexual harassment!"

Two seconds was long enough - just!

I was shaking as I stood in the corridor. I could see Jenny still sobbing,
and her friends, who must have heard Kate tearing me off, were now looking
at me as if I was an axe-murderer! However, I felt deeply sorry for her.
How could she tell her friends that the reason for her distress stemmed
from the fact that she was sitting there right now in amongst them without
any panties! Something that I had previously found extremely sexy, now
seemed pathetic. I wanted to comfort her too, but at the moment, surrounded
by feminine cohorts, it was out of the question.

I walked slowly back to my desk.

OK, if that was the end of it, I'm sure things could have been explained
and patched up eventually.

But it wasn't!

Later that day I noticed that the company notice-board seemed to be
attracting a lot of interest. As I approached, however, the sniggering
crowd of people gathered round, dissipated suddenly, laughter stifled in
discreet coughs.

Jenny's message to me was pinned on the board for all to see! Underneath
Kate had scrawled:

"This behaviour is not acceptable......"

I couldn't read it! What was she playing at? If she wanted to get me for
some reason, couldn't she see what she was doing to poor Jenny!?

In a fit of rage I ripped it down and tore it into shreds. Something had to
be done!

As I turned to go, I saw Jenny.

It was the middle of the afternoon, but she had her coat on. Her eyes
showed her humiliation as she hurried past me.

"Jenny....!"

"Leave me alone!" she cried, her voice cracking as she hurried out. The
office was no place to indulge in passionate personal discussions, so I let
her go.

That night I had two missions. The first and most important was to go and
see Jenny. She was in a bad way, and I felt that if I saw her on her home
territory, she might be a little calmer.

When she answered the door, it was clear that she had been crying
constantly. It was also clear that she didn't want to see me, but she let
me in anyway

"How could you DO that!" she rounded on me as soon as her front door was
closed.

Her long dark hair flew about her face which was twisted with hurt anguish.

Jenny was a good secretary with a reputation for efficiency, but as I had
discovered, she had a human side too. In contrast to her work persona, her
house was a complete mess! That was one of the things I liked about her.

"Jenny, why would I do that!" I said firmly. "Think about it - what do I
gain? Besides, I think you know me better than that!"

She looked down for a moment, considering what I had said and seeing that
there was some sense in it. Some girls in this state lose the capacity for
any rational thought, but Jenny was not like that.

"Then who?" she was still suspicious.

"I don't know. Someone must have hacked into the system."

I was sure in my own mind that Kate had done it, but I could not think why.
Jenny was even more sure.

"It was that bitch wasn't it!" she muttered.

"You know, she suspected there was something between us and she didn't like
it! Why else would she....would she....." and she started weeping again.

"I can't go back there!" She bawled, "I can't I can't!"
 
I took her in my arms.

"I'm going to see her now, Jen, and get to the bottom of it." I said. "I'll
sort it out, don't you worry!"

She stopped crying and studied me as if she was trying to work something out.

"I'll be right back!"

She disappeared upstairs for a few moments, then returned, an enigmatic
smile on her face.

"If you're going to see her," she said, "come back to me afterwards. I want
to know everything that happened."

She put her arms around me her hands moving over my back, neck and
shoulders, and soothing me in the way only she could.

"Besides," she whispered, "I badly need some company tonight!"

I left Jenny and went on to Kate's house. I had been racking my brains to
work out why she had humiliated poor Jenny in this way, and could come up
with nothing! She was not, after all, known as a "moral crusader" where sex
was concerned, and so I could only think it was some personal issue of
which I knew nothing. We were working on different projects now so we had
not had much contact. I suppose it was true, however, from the contact we
had had, that she had come across a little cold, but I put that down to
pressure of work. Jenny worked more closely with her, of course, and might
have had a better sense of what might have been going on in her mind.

There was clearly something serious that was eating her and I had to get to
the bottom of it. Apart from poor Jenny, who I felt was an innocent
bystander, I needed Kate's goodwill and still valued her friendship.

I rang the door bell  feeling more than a little anxious 

"Oh its you!" Kate almost sneered as she answered the door.

It sounded like Kate, but the woman in front of me seemed poles apart from
the efficient businesswoman I had come to know in the work environment!
True, everyone knew how attractive she could make herself for work
functions, but here, face to face and under these circumstances, it was
somehow different. Skilful application of make-up had transformed her face
from simply attractive to truly sensational. This was one of her gifts, and
sometimes I wondered why she messed around in a backwater like ours and did
not try to make something with her looks. The colouring, of course, matched
her short green evening dress, which clung to her like film, reminding me
what a wonderful figure she had!

The overall effect was quite breathtaking, but I had business to attend to! 

"May I come in?" I asked as evenly as I could manage.

She looked blankly at me.

"There are some things to discuss." I explained.

She shrugged and stood aside.

"I haven't got long," she said as I walked into her hallway, "I was on my
way out in fact."

It was Kate after all - the nasty vicious woman who had so devastated her
loyal secretary - not the angel I thought had answered the door. I
suppressed the anger at the unwarranted pressure she was putting on me. I
had a difficult task and she knew that. Nevertheless, I smiled back at her
as disarmingly as I could.

"Well, I think you and I have solved bigger problems than this together in
the past - I wouldn't expect it to take long at all!"

My smile was not returned as she brushed passed me into her lounge.

"I know it won't!" she said as she busied herself checking her makeup with
a hand-mirror.

I caught her perfume as she passed, and watched her hips swaying easily
with her movement. I remembered that one night of passion we had had. It
was that hip-swing that had done it for me then. 

"So shoot!" she said as she poured herself a small Scotch.

Once again, with an effort, I brought myself back to earth! I was offered
neither a drink, nor a seat. She clearly just wanted me out as quickly as
possible.

"Kate, I think we have to sort out what happened today."

"Oh?" she said, "and what was that? Forgive me, but  I have a lot of
important things to ...."

Now she was just being stupid! I interrupted her.

"You know what I'm talking about!" I said acidly.

She looked at me coldly, but said nothing. Maybe a little charm would do
the trick.

"Look Kate, I know something's been bothering you," I spread my arms, "lets
talk about it, eh?!"

She smiled at me sweetly.

"I really don't know what you're talking about!" she said, turning away.
She began to pretend I was not there as she carried on with her preparations.

"OK!" I decided to come straight out with it. "I want an apology for what
you did to Jenny and I, and I want to know how you are going to make it
right!"

She shot a glance at me, then burst out laughing!

"An apology!?" she said, peals of laughter ringing through the room,
"He...he wants....an apology!?"

I was losing it.

I started talking:

"Well, if not to me then to Jenny. She...." But her laughter was cutting
across my speech. She simply was not listening. I felt my temper strain.

"Shut up!" I yelled.

She carried on laughing.

"SHUT UP!"

Still laughing.

Suddenly the laughter stopped! I found myself staring at her horrified face
- her body pressed against the wall, my fingers around her throat!

I could feel the blood pounding in my head. For an instant I had lost
control and that frightened me! It seemed incredible that I was actually
standing here with my hand gripping the windpipe of a woman so highly
regarded by everyone I knew - myself included!

I thought of Peter. What would he do if he could see what I was doing to
his wife!? I told myself that this was somehow nothing to do with him. This
was an argument between two adults, and if in this day and age she couldn't
look after herself that was her problem, not his! I felt dissatisfied with
that argument, but I was still angry with her and my mind was closed to the
idea that I might be doing something wrong.

I felt her breasts against my chest and for the briefest of instants I
thought..... !

No! Even in my state of mind I knew that would be a betrayal of Peter,
Jenny, Kate and just about everything I stood for. 

So where did I go from her?

For a moment I thought about trying to talk to her again, but I knew it was
futile. The time for talking was past, and I now just wanted to teach her a
lesson.

The dress looked expensive!

I let go of her throat, and seizing her arm I swung her round and pushed
her in front of me toward the patio doors. She yelped as she stumbled over
the coffee table and I took wicked pleasure in the sight of her upper
thighs pushing her hem-line upward as she fell forward.

I strode past her and opened the patio doors. I was dark outside and it had
been raining. The cool air blew into the room as I turned to pull her up by
her long blonde hair and propel her through the door.

"Aaaaaah!"

I had a dentists view of her back teeth as she opened her mouth in pain.
She reached up to grab my wrist and twisted her body to ease the pressure
on her scalp, her breasts thrusting forward against the low cut dress as
she arched her back.

This highly professional woman who conducted herself with an almost
intimidating dignity at work commanding the respect of all around her, was
now bucking and writhing like a trapped animal under my control. It seemed
vaguely blasphemous - but at the same time intoxicating!

I bundled her through the door, and pushed her headlong into the garden
sending her sprawling across the muddy lawn.

I stood smiling at her predicament, as she slowly pushed herself onto her
knees. She turned to face me and I took a twisted pleasure in the fact that
her beautiful face and her blonde ringlets were caked with mud down the
left side. The front of her dress was marked with brown streaks and now
barely contained her right breast. She was certainly no longer the elegant
woman who had answered the door to me earlier!

"You sick bastard!" she sneered, her face twisted with hatred. "I'll get
you for this!"

My smile vanished. Ruining her dress was all I really intended to do, but
In a brief moment of lucidity it occurred to me that I had completely
failed to achieve what I had originally set out to! After this there was no
way either Jenny or I would be able to work with her again!

Not only had I failed to repair our relationship, but I now had a powerful
enemy. She would finish my career after this, of that there was no doubt!

All hope gone, I felt myself slipping into a blind uncontrollable rage of
frustration. A voice inside me told me I had nothing left to lose now!

Snapping suddenly, I lunged towards her, seized her arm and pulled her to
her feet. As she tried to regain her balance, I swung her against the wall
knocking the breath from her. Now, I saw abject fear in her face.

It seemed as if it was someone else who drew my hand back, someone else who
snarled like an animal at her, and someone else who brought my hand
crashing down on the side of the face!

As soon as my hand made contact, that "someone else" was gone and I was
alone, watching her head swing to the left under the impact of my hand and
hearing her gasp.

She brought her hand to her cheek, staring open-mouthed into space.

I was breathing hard and shaking. I knew everything was lost now. I looked
at her briefly, her face still frozen and staring, and then turned away
unable to look at her.

My frustration still pounded in my head but with the anger gone, it had no
outlet. I felt as if my head was going to explode!

Unmanly tears stung my eyes!

I stood with my back to her taking deep breaths, struggling to bring myself
under control. Then I felt her hand on my shoulder. For a moment I froze,
then I tried to shake it off like a shy schoolbot, but she pulled me round.

"Come on Nick!" she whispered.

I turned to face her unable to look at her face. My eyes rested perversely
on her breasts. Her dress was, as I'd intended, ruined with streaks of damp
mud from the garden. It may have been the light, but for the first time I
noticed her nipples distorting the smooth fabric as they rose and fell with
her breathing. Not that that was anything to do with me!

"My God!" she whispered. "What have I done!"

What had SHE done! The question shocked me into looking up at her.
 
She bit her lip and I saw her own eyes moist. The hatred in her face was
completely gone, replaced too by remorse - genuine and deep - for what she
had done.

"You're a good man Nick, I know you'd never hurt anyone....God, I've been
awful to you haven't I!"

She was silent for a moment.

"Do it again!"

I stared at her like an idiot.

"I deserve it, I've been such a bitch to you. Slap me again!"

"I can't!" I said.

"DO IT!"

She shouted suddenly and I reacted on autopilot, raising my hand.

"Nooo!"

She raised her hand defensively.

Suddenly, she was an awkward confused little girl who stood there biting
her lip and shooting me shy tearful glances. I took her in my arms - there
was nothing else to do - and she melted into me, great heartrending sobs
racking her body.

We stood there for several minutes while she cried herself out, and I
struggled to hold back my own tears. I ran my fingers through her hair,
feeling the hardness of her scalp and absently cleaning away what I could
of the mud which still matted it.

"I.....I....." her breath came in jerks.
"I'm........s..so........sooooorry!" she wailed.

I held her tight, biting my own lip.

"I've.......b been ...... so......h...horrible!"

We held each other while her sobs subsided. Then she pulled away from me,
grasping both my hands in hers and looking into my eyes. She pulled me
gently back through the patio doors into her living room, where she stood
for a few moments, still watching me.

I wondered for a moment what she had in mind. Her face was expressionless
and gave me no clues. My unspoken question was answered as slowly, she
pulled my hand up to her breast and pressed it there.

I was confused, but the release of the tension of the last few minutes was
washing over me like warm waves. It was arousing me in the same way it was
clearly arousing her. With a sense of wonder I had not felt since my
teenage years, I luxuriated in the feel of  the soft roundness of her
breast and squeezed gently. I became aware of the growing hardness of her
responding nipple.

I put my hand on the nape of her neck, pulled her towards me and kissed
her. I sensed those tiny little nuances that make a woman unique - the
scent of her body, the way her lips trembled under mine and other things
too subtle to put into words - and became aware that I was violating an
essential part of her relationship with Peter. I also remembered that one
fumbled drunken night with her, but it had not been like this.

She closed her eyes, and I felt her hand working at the buttons on her blouse.

The pressure in my own loins rose as she gently guided my hand into the top
of her dress. Her breathing became laboured , and her action more urgent
now as she wrestled with my belt. By the time I felt her hand slide into my
jeans and wrap itself around me, I was solid as a rock and I had to
distract myself with practicalities to prevent myself coming there and
then! I was dimly aware that the sofa was behind her, and propelled her
towards it, failing to notice the coffee table between us and the sofa, and
we both fell over it, tipping it and sending cups, glasses and magazines
flying.

I landed on top of her on the sofa and her back arched as she uttered a low
shuddering moan that seemed to come from deep within her. Her mound pressed
against me as I fell between her legs, the short mud-stained dress now up
around her waist. Dizzy with lust, I pulled her breast free of her dress,
while I ran my other hand over her belly and into her tight panties,
feeling the crunch of her pubic hair. My finger ran down her slit and over
her hard little clit, to probe deeply into the folds of her now slippery
pussy.

Her body shuddered as I touched her.

Frantically she pushed my jeans down my legs and then started desperately
to tear at her own panties. Her body was thrusting with almost demonic
strength now, and I pushed myself down to kiss her breasts. Her head was
thrown back exposing the whiteness of her throat which seemed to pulse with
her being. She grunted with a sudden exertion and I heard the ripping of
material as the side-seam of her panties gave way.

Now exposed, her pubic hair tickled my penis, and as her hips thrust
upwards expectantly, there was clearly nothing else for me to do if I was
to avoid spurting the contents of my testicles all over her belly, dress
and sofa.

Only the delicious warmth and the delicate pulsing of her vaginal muscles
told me I was inside her. That was more than enough!

I felt my consciousness all but slip away as my genitals took absolute
control of my life for those few seconds, filling her body. I was only
dimly aware of wild animal screams, my own and hers, which seemed to last
forever.

We lay together for a few minutes, feeling the frantic beating of each
others hearts gently subside as we slowly became human again. Gradually I
became aware of the presence of pain. My back felt as if it had been torn
to shreds!

She pulled me towards her, smothering my face with little kisses.

"I've wanted you ever since that night!" she murmured.

She held on to me as if she was drowning.

"It's been ....too long, but its all right now isn't it my love!"

Her passion was beginning to scare me slightly. Peter became a big question
in my mind.

"Of course," she continued, "I'll sack Jenny, then we can be together!"

I pulled away.

"What is it my love?" she was smiling, looking searchingly into my face.

I didn't have the heart to risk offending her again.

"Nothing." I replied. "What are you going to tell Peter?"

"Oh!" she relaxed, "Leave him to me, I can handle him!"

I smiled, and glanced around absently. A broken cup lay nearby, staining
the white carpet with the dregs of the coffee it had contained. The coffee
table lay on its side, one of its legs broken, surrounded by more broken
glasses and magazines. The immaculate carpet was marked with mud trailing
from the garden to the sofa where we lay. The room looked like a bomb had
hit it!

"And this?" I indicated the destruction.

She propped herself up on her elbow.

"Oh yes, I see what you mean!" she grinned wickedly. "We certainly had fun!"

"Kate!" I said, taking my courage in both hands, "I have to go - things to
see to!"

"Typical man!" she muttered bitterly, and for a moment I was reminded of
how she had been. "Any cleaning to be done and you're out of here!"

Then she smiled again.

"Well I suppose you're right," she said. "Peter will be back soon anyway."

I stood up, pulling my jeans up as I did so, and looked around once more.
She lay on the sofa, legs still open, her now useless panties hanging
irrelevantly from her thigh, as our fluids dripped from her onto the
already stained sofa. That would take some scrubbing!

"By the way," I asked, buttoning my bedraggled shirt, noticing for the
first time, something under the collar, "Where was it you were going tonight/"

"Nowhere!" she said, looking slightly puzzled.

 She got up from the sofa, smoothed down her dress, and kissed me.

"Until the next time dearest!"

I walked to my car with a smile, and felt the object under my collar again.
A small burr. I plucked it from my shirt, discarded it and thought no more
of it. I switched on the engine and looked in my rear-view mirror to pull
away. I noticed a pair of headlights some distance away, and as I sped off,
they fell back. I saw them switch off about where I had been parked.

I had to get back to Jenny, but first I needed to shower and change - women
can be very sensitive where the scent of their own sex is concerned! I felt
a pang of guilt. On the face of it I had betrayed her with Kate, and if she
knew about it, it would drive her mad! These were extraordinary
circumstances and I told myself I really had no other choice. Even so, I
was not about to tell her.

I had other things to feel uneasy about though. Although I now knew Kate
was not about to stab me in the back - for the short term at least, this
was by no means more than short term. The important thing, however, was
Jenny. She would almost inevitably be sacked the following day, if she
didn't resign first. Finding another job in this town was difficult though,
and I wanted to keep her with me anyway. If there had been any doubt while
I was with Kate, I knew now that Jenny was the most important thing in my
life! Even so, it seemed the problem was intractable.

It took me half an hour to shower and wash Kate from me. The marks on my
back were another matter, and would take some explaining to Jenny. Well,
there was nothing to be done. I would just have to cross that bridge when I
came to it.

As it happened I need not have worried.

I turned up at her door and she opened it before I reached the doorbell.
Her hall light was switched off, and all I could make out were the harsh
shadows on her face cast by the outside street-lamp. She said nothing, and
pulled me indoors, kissing me full on the lips as she closed the door.

I had expected to spend at least part of the evening trying to explain what
had happened between me and Kate. I was going to be as honest as I could,
but I would clearly have to leave out some of the details - well most of
them in fact!

It seemed, though that she was seized with a passion which needed urgent
satisfaction, and despite the draining events of the evening so far, I soon
found myself infected by it.

As she clawed painfully at my back and pushed herself against me, it was
all I could do to prevent myself crying out. I channelled the pain to my
fingers which clawed hard at her buttocks contained within her tight skirt.
She moaned softly into my mouth, and clawed at me all the harder.

I twisted in pain and we overbalanced, crashing to the floor where she
continued to writhe on top of me. I pulled her skirt up and kneaded her now
naked flesh. Still no panties! Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered
if she had put on a pair at some point during the day, and then removed
them again....

She parted her legs and I thrust my hand between them, feeling the warm
wetness of her delicate flesh.

"Aaaah!"

She rolled off me, and I realised I had still been channelling my pain into
her and was hurting. I started to apologise, but she interrupted.

"Now!" she barked, "Noooow!"

Her legs were spread, and her undulating pubic mound glistened in the half
light. Despite the aching in my testicles, I penetrated her and for the
second time that night planted my seed.

We lay, in each others arms for a few moments. I for one was totally spent
and all I wanted to do was sleep. In fact I was beginning to doze on that
cold hall floor when she shoved me suddenly.

"Go now!"

No ceremony, no explanation. I looked at her puzzled.

"I want you to go!" she repeated her voice even.

Nonplussed, I got up and pulled on my jeans once more. I had no strength
left to argue with her or seek or give explanations. I barely had the
strength to drive home!

Whether deserved or not, that night I slept the sleep of the just.

The next day, I arrived late. I had decided to go straight in to Kate and
tell her that if she was going to sack Jenny I would resign too, but my
alarm clock had failed to wake me and now I was worried that by the time I
arrived the deed might already have been done.

Kate was not there!

Kate was never late!

Jenny was in though, working busily, seemingly unaware of the curious looks
she was getting from people who had read her infamous e-mail and frankly
did not expect to see her for a while at least! I too was surprised to see
her.

As I approached her she looked up at me and smiled brightly.

"Hi Nick!" she beamed.

"Er, Hi.....Where's Kate?"

Her face seemed to darken slightly.

"Ah, she said she...."

The phone rang.

"...excuse me...

"Kate Murphy's office.....

"No, she's not in yet, can I help?.....

"Ah yes, I'm familiar with the details - leave it with me Mr Mitchell....."

(to be continued)

Nick

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