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From: "Russell Hoisington" <hoisingr@hushmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} The Hero {Hoisington} (MF cons)
Date: Wed, 20 Aug 2003 00:10:06 -0400
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                             THE HERO
                        Russell Hoisington

     "Johnny, I love you!" Lynda gasped as she came.

     "I've loved you since sixth grade, Lynda."  His most intense orgasm
ever was triggered by the way her dripping cunt felt as it grabbed his
cock and squeezed in ripples of pressure and release from the base to
the head.  Or as he imagined it would feel.

     He cleaned his hand and penis with a tissue and relaxed.  "I love
you, Lynda," he said to the composite of her head on a nude body and
powered down his computer.  He'd spent months looking for a body double
properly posed for his head shot of her.  The joining was perfect.  Computer
dweebs could match seamlessly.

     He fell into bed and again read the Christmas headline:  "Hero Senior
Risks Icy Death to Save Classmate."  He placed the newspaper and his
glasses on the nightstand and turned off the light.  "Tomorrow," he whispered.

     He'd silently worshipped Lynda from afar.  She was popular, he was
a dweeb.  She ice skated with the in-crowd, he by himself.  When she
ignored the warning signs and broke through the ice, the jocks argued
what to do.  He plunged in.  He was careful with his hands
when bringing her to the surface.  Every jock removing her from hole
copped feels.  They argued over who would give her mouth-to-mouth and
ignored him still in the icy water.

                               ___

     Teachers and students congratulated him.  Some jocks said, "Good
work, hero."

     And there she was.  She dismissed her entourage and quietly thanked
him for saving her.

     Johnny blushed.  "It was nothing.  Would -- you like to -- go to
a movie -- or something -- sometime?"

     Lynda smiled sweetly, removed his glasses, and leaned forward until
her soft lips brushed his ear.  She pressed her thumbs against his lenses
and said, "I don't date dweebs."

                               END

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Russell Hoisington
State of Confusion

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