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To Cris Carter and Oliver Stone.  The truth is out here.



EXPLICIT MATERIAL NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS.
© 1996 PleaseCain@aol.com -- Commercial use prohibited
without author's consent.


Trickle-Down Works for All of Us: Example 1, The Sex Worker

I got the call for a big job, that if I got my ass over there on time it would
be
worth my while.  I quick pulled my best negligee from the hamper, splashed
it with Giorgio and slipped it on.  I rubbed away a tiny cumstain with a
washcloth, then slipped on a miniskirt and blouse and darted down for a
cab.

The key was at the desk, and I let myself in, stripped down and tousled my
hair, then lay on the bed waiting.  It had to be less than a minute, the lock
clicked open.  He stepped in, wearing a black tux and white silk scarf, and
the door closed behind him.  Then he turned around, and held his cane
parallel to the floor in both hooves, looking to some point in the distance.
He definitely wasn't talking to me:

"Today, I mastered capital markets, dominated venture financing, cornered
commodity puts, and goddamn it, I've got that kike Greenspan by the balls.
I won't let go!." 

He launched into some tap-dance routines, twirled a few times, and tipped
off his tophat with his cane.  It rolled down his back and leg.  He kicked it
in
the air, and caught it in his hoof.

"And now, I need some 'tang!"  I swallowed.  "But first . . ."

He reached around and unbuttoned the back door of his slacks, and out
popped his wiggly, squiggly, pink-piggy tail.  He jumped high into the air and
kicked his legs out, and boing, boing, began bouncing on his tail, squealing
and giggling gaily.  He reached into his coat pocket.

"I pull out my bowling pins--one, two, three,
It's a Juggling Piggy Jamboree!"

And sure enough, The Piggy juggled the bowling pins, bouncing up and
down the while.

Out came several colored hoops, which The Piggy twirled 'round his hips
and all his legs as he bounced.

"Some rings are yellow,
Some rings are blue,
Some rings spin around my shoe."

Squeaking in piggy boing-boing delight, he produced stacks of dishes while
in piggy flight.

"I can balance the plates on my snout and hands.
I can sure do it," sang this Piggy Man.

God, could he ever do it.


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