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Carol
Monday

I awoke to mom shaking me. "Uh what?"

"You forgot your alarm. It's almost seven o'clock," Mom told me. I sat
up in bed, showing her my nightgown and rubbing my eyes. I wore a
nightgown just in case something like this had happened. Now that
everything was almost back to normal, I didn't want things to go
completely back to the way they had been and I didn't want to press my
luck, if you know what I mean. 

I jumped out of bed, kissed mom and rushed to the bathroom. Getting
through there, I hurriedly dressed and went to the kitchen. Dad was
reading the paper. When he heard me coming, he lowered the paper and
smiled at me. I smiled back. "Back to the real world, huh sweetheart?"
he said.

"Yes, daddy," I said and hugged him. Mom gave me my breakfast,
scrambled eggs and sausage, with toast and marmalade, with milk.
Delicious. 

"I'm kind of excited about this week. I wonder if they'll re-start the
Program or wait. I wonder what the other guys will say when I get
back."

"They'll probably have a lot of questions about John," mom said.

"Yes, probably. And I'm getting his homework assignments and books.
Mom, do you think you could pick me up at 3:15 today so we can go over
to John's. There'll probably be too many to carry."

"Sure, honey, I'll be there."

"Thanks, I love you both. Bye!" and I rushed out the door.

When I got to the school it was only 7:50 in the morning, ten minutes
before classes started. I went in and visited my locker, getting rid
of the books that I didn't need that morning, then I went to my
homeroom. Miss Connors and I had a nice talk and she asked about John.
We talked about the past week until the first bell rang and I went to
my seat.

After homeroom ended I was heading to my office when Mrs. Richards
stopped me. "Come to the office this afternoon after school, Carol.
We'll have the assignments that you and John missed last week, as well
as John's books."

"Thank you, Mrs. Richards. I will. My mom is picking me up," I told
her, smiling.

"That's good, it will be heavy. They'll be in a box. Better get to
class now," she said smiling, after which she headed back into the
office.

I made it to English just as the second bell rang. She handed me a
note. I sighed when I read the note. Mrs. Collins wanted me to write
an account of my experiences during the past week, and she had given
John the same assignment, along with the regular homework assignments.

"Back to normal, huh, Carol?" she asked me, smiling pleasantly.

"I guess so, Mrs. Collins. But I think I'm glad about it - it means we
can get on with life again. John should be back next week, and I'm
bringing him his homework and books this afternoon. All I need is
today's assignment. I'll get that at end of class."

"Very good, Carol. Please take your seat."

I nodded and took my seat. The class went well and I was glad to be
back. 

After marking down the homework, I rushed off to my second period
Algebra with Mr. Cartwright. He was glad to see me and asked about
John. It was in his class that it had all started, after all, and he
had been worried about him. 

The day proceeded as usual, even though I received a lot of questions
about John, which I answered gladly. After school, I got the box from
the office with John's books and assignments, included that day's
assignments and went out the front door, glad the day was almost over.

Mom met me at the street and we loaded the box onto the back seat,
then got in the front and drove to John's house. It was about 3:25
then. I got out as we stopped in front and saw him sitting on the
swing on the porch. I waved to him and he waved back, standing up. I
motioned for him to sit down, which of course he didn't. He started to
come down the steps but his mom, who must have been watching, came out
and stopped him.

I grabbed the box and walked up onto the porch and set it down on the
swing. John looked at it and said, "Gee, you didn't have to bring me a
present, Carol," then he hugged me. I whispered in his ear, "That's
homework, you idiot," to which he gently looked me in the eyes and
said flatly, "And here I thought you were my friend. Some friend,
gee," and grinned. Of course, I slapped his arm.

"Think of it this way, now you won't be bored any longer."

"I think I'd rather be bored," he said and sat down to go through the
box. "I think I'm going to need some help with this. Any volunteers?"
he asked, looking at me.

"Huh, at least you have all week to do yours. I have only evenings,
since I'm back in school. And I've got today's on top of that. So
don't complain, okay?"

He grinned at me, stood up and hugged me. "Thank you, Carol. I was
getting bored."

"That's better. Now, because you're so nice, I'll give you each day's
assignments after school so you won't run out. Now I've got to go,
since I have a ton of work to do. See you tomorrow, bye," and I kissed
his cheek and walked down the steps after saying good bye to his
mother. I saw that she carried the box inside while he held the door. 

Getting home, I barely had time for supper with all the work I had,
but I managed to finish up last Tuesday's and today's before 11:00.
Then I hit the bed and went out like a light.

John
Monday

I awoke that Monday to a sunny day. I groaned. After looking out a
window in the hospital at sun all day for days it seemed, that one
rainy day had been a relief. I sat up and threw my covers off. I
turned to sit on the side of my bed, rubbing my eyes. 'What was I
going to do today?' I thought to myself. I sighed and stood up. Well,
that was a good sign, I didn't shake too much. Maybe I was getting
stronger. I hoped so. Just then mom walked by, looked in and saw me
standing there naked. She smiled. 

"Good morning, sleepy head. Did you sleep well?" she asked me as she
walked in. I blushed I think as I looked at her and then myself. "Yes,
I did. I don't even think I dreamed much. Sorry about this," I said
pointing to myself. I reached for my shorts but she told me, "Stay
that way, if you want to, it doesn't bother me. I know that you have
changed due to your time in the Program," and she smiled. I shrugged
and dropped the shorts on the foot of my bed. "As long as you're
dressed in your shorts when your sister is around, when she's not, I
don't mind. Now, what would you like for breakfast?" She said this as
I was heading for the bathroom. I turned and said, "How about sausage
and eggs, I'm starved."

She looked at me and grinned. "That's great. You're getting your
strength back. And you can walk without using your cane. Good."

I hadn't realized that I hadn't grabbed my cane which was standing
next to the head of my bed when I started from the room. I grinned. "I
guess you're right. I didn't even think of it." I grinned then went
and took care of things in the bathroom, took a nice hot shower, dried
off and went down to the kitchen, being careful to hold on tight to
the bannister. Mom had my breakfast already fixed. I stared at the
clock and saw that it was after nine. "Man," I said, "I haven't slept
this late in a long time."

Mom smiled as she sat down adjacent to me. "You must still be healing,
John," she said. "You'll probably still need a lot of sleep." I
agreed. 

"What are you planning today?" she asked me as I was eating.

I looked at her a moment, thinking as I swallowed. "I think I'll try
walking outside a little, try and build up my legs a bit."

"All right, but take your cane, and wear a jacket. The temperature's
starting to drop a little. If you feel tired. I want you to come
inside right away." I told her I would and thanked her for the
breakfast. I went upstairs, dressed, grabbed a book and my jacket and
started downstairs, figuring that when I got tired walking, I could go
and sit on the swing on the porch and read a while.

Going outside felt nice. The open air in my lungs felt fresh and
clean. I saw the leaves were starting to turn. I was sad to see the
summer over and fall approaching. I started to walk around the back
yard, making use of my cane for support. I made it all the way around
the yard and around the front before I stumbled a little. That's when
I figured I'd better call it quits for then. I made it to the porch
and sat down on the swing. With the screening on the porch, the light
breeze wasn't so noticeable.

I sat there a while thinking, but then I pulled out my book and got
into that. Mom checked on me a few times. I think she was still
worried about my having a relapse. So was I, but so far, everything
was going well. At least I didn't see that man in the white coat. That
was good.

Around noon, I went inside and mom and I ate lunch together, having a
nice talk. I went back outside afterwards, tried walking again, then
returned to the porch where I picked up where I had left off on my
book. I hadn't realized that it was so late until Carol and her mom
arrived. I stood up and went to the door to open it. I saw the big box
Carol had and knew what it was, but I decided to give her a hard time
over it just for fun.

I looked at the box as she stepped onto the porch and said, "Gee, you
didn't have to bring me a present, Carol," then I hugged her. She
whispered in my ear, "That's homework, you idiot," to which I looked
her in the eyes and said flatly, "And here I thought you were my
friend. Some friend, gee," and grinned. Of course, she slapped my arm.

"Think of it this way, now you won't be bored any longer," she said as
she looked at my book lying on the swing.

"I think I'd rather be bored," I told her and sat down to go through
the box. "I think I'm going to need some help with this. Any
volunteers?" I asked, looking at her.

"Huh, at least you have all week to do yours. I have only evenings,
since I'm back in school. And I've got today's on top of that. So
don't complain, okay?" she told me.

I grinned at her, stood up and hugged her. "Thank you, Carol. I was
getting bored."

"That's better. Now, because you're so nice, I'll give you each day's
assignments after school so you won't run out. Now I've got to go,
since I have a ton of work to do. See you tomorrow, bye," and she
kissed my cheek and walked down the steps after saying good bye to mom
who had come out onto the porch to greet them. As Carol and her mom
drove off, mom helped me by carrying the box inside while I held the
door. I had dropped the book I was reading into the box.

"Oof," mom said as she carried the heavy box. "I think I know what
you'll be doing the rest of this week," she said as she carried it
upstairs to my room. She set it on my bed and said, "Okay, John, I'll
leave you to your work. Good luck."

"Thank, mom. At least this will help me think about school again.
Could you close the door, please. I'd like to get comfortable," I
said, smiling. 

"Good idea," she replied and closed the door. I got undressed, noticed
the bandage had come slightly dislodged and pressed it back on. Then I
emptied the box. Taking each book, five in all, since I had no work
for Gym or Art, and placing it on the bed, I started making a pile of
each assignment. When I saw the note for this assignment, I groaned.
Sorry, Mrs. Collins, but that meant remembering everything that I wish
I could forget, the nightmares, especially. Oh well, I sighed. 

I figured I'd start with Algebra, since that was my best subject. And
doing problems was quick. I finished all five assignments, Tuesday's
through Friday's and that day's in about four hours, and all while
naked.  Talk about Outreach. I stapled the finished papers together
and set them aside. Perhaps Carol could take them with her tomorrow, I
thought. 

I took time out during the time I was working on the math about 6:00
to go downstairs to dinner after putting on my shorts. Mom and dad
wanted to know how I was doing. I told them that I was doing fine, but
the homework was going to kill me. They laughed. I noticed Cindy
looking at me strangely. 

"What, shortstuff?" I asked her across the table.

"What's that for?" she asked, pointing at my bandage. She hadn't seen
it before when she had seen Carol and me in the bedroom the previous
day, so I told her, "That's where they operated on my heart. Want to
see?" Her eyes opened wide and she shook her head no. I grinned.
"Don't worry. It's healing fine." I slipped the bandage off for a
moment and showed her the four inch incision where they went in. She
gasped and hid her eyes. "Sorry," I said as I sealed it back up.
"Cindy, are you all right?" I asked her.

"They hurt you," she cried.
 
"Well Cindy, they had to hurt me to fix my heart. I didn't feel a
thing, believe me. I was asleep the whole time," I told her, smiling.

"Really?" she asked, looking at me again. I nodded.

"Actually, Cindy," dad said, "John's quite lucky. In the old days,
they would have had to break open his chest to get at his heart, so
he'sd have a big scar up and down his chest, (she paled at that) but
now they have small instruments with cameras that can help the surgeon
in his work. He doesn't actually have to touch the heart with the
fingers, he just has to have a delicate touch with the controls."

"Like a video game?" Cindy asked him.

"Yes, like a video game," he said, smiling.

"Oh, that sounds like fun," she said, not realizing the seriousness of
the work doctors do.

I finally got back to work and finished up my Algebra. By then it was
almost nine o'clock and I was ready for bed. At least tomorrow I knew
just what I had to do. I didn't have to wonder. Alas, life is hard. :)


Tuesday

I woke up around 8:30 and went to shower. Cindy gets taken to school
by mom so the house was empty for the moment. After my shower, I
didn't bother to dress, finding the nudist state relaxing and
unconfining. I went downstairs and found some cereal and a banana to
eat. I was still eating when mom came in the back door from taking
Cindy to her school. She smiled when she saw me awake and up. She
peeked under the table and grinned. "You like it that way, huh?"

I grinned. "Sure, it's comfortable, and you told me you had no problem
with it, as long as Cindy doesn't see me. I was actually trying to get
done before you got home, but you beat me. Am I grounded?" I asked
her.

She laughed and said, "No, of course not, but I suppose you'll be
trapped in your room the rest of the week, except for your trip to the
hospital to see Dr. Richards tomorrow at 1:00. So I guess you could
say, yes, you're grounded, only not by me."

I grinned and nodded. Then she said seriously, "I've been meaning to
ask you this, since I know it may be embarrassing to you, but have you
felt any arousal since you left the hospital? What I mean is, a boy
your age should get, how shall I put it delicately, excited?, yes
excited at least a few times a day."

I got serious as well and said, "Not really, except when Carol and I
were in my bedroom Sunday. I think, because of my experience, I'm a
little scared to get excited, as you put it. I have touched myself a
few times," and I know I blushed at that, "but that's as far as it
went. Do you think I should get some relief?" I asked her.

"Masturbation is normal, son, we all do it, even though no one talks
about it. I think that when you're ready, and you feel more
comfortable with the idea, you'll do it and it will feel right. When
you go back into the Program, you'll have a great deal of stimulation,
especially when you go into the girls' locker room, and I don't want
you to feel guilty about doing it. Here at home, when you're alone, or
with Carol, masturbation can be a big help in calming yourself down
when you get aroused. Do you have enough condoms? I can get you some
more."

I was quite surprised by this talk. Mom had never talked about sex
with me before. Dad had given me 'the talk' when I was 12, but I was
surprised by this. It took me a moment to answer. "Uh, well, I think
we only used three, or maybe two, I'm not sure, and the package had
ten in it. I think we're all set for now. Thanks. What's this all
about, mom?"

"I've been watching you. You've been keeping yourself busy with
reading and walking and you've been sleeping, but I haven't heard the
bedsprings at night like I used to when I went past your door." I
blushed for sure at that. I didn't know my bedsprings squeaked. She
smiled at me. "It's okay, John, I was young once, too. Like I said,
masturbation is normal, and when you feel comfortable with it, you'll
do it, you won't have a choice, Nature will make you. So do it," she
patted my hand and left the room, leaving me sitting there blushing
and thinking. My mom knew that I jerked off. Who would have thought?

I got up and returned to my room. This time, I didn't close my door
while I concentrated on my French homework. That required some extra
time, what with the verbs being conjugated and what not, but I
finished the assignments in about six hours. I figured that I'd have
everything done by the time for Carol to bring today's assignments.

By the time they were done and I'd assembled the little sheaf of
papers like I had done with my Algebra homework, it was almost time
for Carol to come with today's assignments. That gave me thought.
Maybe I should just hand them all in at once. I sighed. I set them
aside with their texts in the box on the floor and grabbed my English
pile. 

As I opened my book, I was surprised by two very slim arms wrapping
themselves around me. "Hi, miss me?" Carol said as she reached down
and tweaked my cock. "Hey, that's mine," I said grinning. I stood up
and grabbed her. "Oh God, I have missed you," I told her and we
hugged, then we sat on my bed holding hands.

"How was your day?" I asked her. 

She grinned as she squeezed my hand. "Not bad, the usual, I guess. The
girls in the shower can't wait to see you," she told me, laughing when
my face turned red. I told her, "The feeling's mutual, tell them
tomorrow." She nodded. "I will. How was your day?"

I pointed at my desk. "Does that answer your question?" I answered
her, grinning. "I finished my Algebra last night and my French work
today. I was just starting my English when I was so rudely
interrupted. I think you need to be punished, young lady," and I
grabbed her and kissed her. When I did, I felt something that I hadn't
felt in quite a while. I had an erection. We both looked down at it
and she put her hand on it and started stroking it. I wanted to stop
her but it felt so good. Even the fact that my heart had started
racing a little didn't make me stop her.

"Do you have to get home soon?" I asked her breathlessly. She said no.
She stood up and undressed while I went and close the door. Didn't
want any little prying eyes to see what they shouldn't see. Then I
grabbed a condom from my drawer and ripped it open. 

Carol watched me as she pulled her panties off. "John, are you sure?
Maybe it's too soon." She was worried, I could tell, but after that
talk with mom and now being here with Carol, something broke and I
couldn't stop myself. I rolled on the condom and kneeled on the bed.

"Carol," I told her, "If I don't do something now, I feel like I'll
burst. Don't you want to?" I laid on my bed flat, my head on my pillow
as I looked at her. 

"Oh yes, Johnny, I do, but I don't want you to land back in the
hospital again. I couldn't stand that."

I held my arms out to her and she crawled into them, pressing her soft
body against mine, lodging my hard cock between us, her breasts
pressed tightly against my chest. We both groaned as we felt the love
of each other's touch. I ran my hands up and down her as she
maneuvered herself over me. "Just lie there and let me do the work."

I smiled and said, "Yes, ma'am. your wish is my command," and she hit
me. Imagine that. Here I am, being obedient to her and she hits me.
Women, go figure.

Anyway, she lifted herself up, took my cock in her hand, making me
moan and shift slightly as she was fitting me inside her. As I went
in, we both moaned as she accustomed herself to me. She laid her head
on my shoulder as she squeezed my cock with her pussy muscles. It felt
great. I just knew I wouldn't last long,

"Ohh, Johnny, you feel so good in me," she cried as she wriggled on
top of me. My hands found her ass and squeezed the cheeks, bringing
more responses from her. She began moving up and down, taking my hard
cock out then taking it back in, all the while I was squeezing her ass
and rubbing her back. We began to moan a bit loud, but what did we
care? We were in love and making love. She squeezed my cock some more
as she sat up and looked me in the face. When she saw my smile, she
seemed relieved somehow and began to move faster. I put my hands on
her tits and gently stroked them, making her nipples even harder than
they had been. Suddenly, she stiffened. "Yes!" she screamed, "I'm
coming, Johnny, oh God, it feels so good!" 

"Yes, baby, cum for me, and make me cum," I cried as I mauled her
breasts and lifted my hips to drive my throbbing cock into her pussy.
Together, we brought each other to the greatest orgasm we'd ever
experienced. When it was over, she fell off me to lay beside me. After
I had caught my breath and my heart had settled down, I pulled off the
condom and disposed of it. Then I turned to her, took her in my arms
and kissed her. "That was wonderful, darling. Did you enjoy it?" I
asked her smiling.

She opened her eyes and smiled, saying, "It was much better than the
first time. It didn't hurt this time. Are you okay?"

"Better that okay," I told her. "I feel like a new man. That was
incredible. I just hope mom didn't hear us."

She laughed. "She probably would have thought I was killing you," she
said, rubbing the bandage on my chest.

"Or maybe she thought I was jerking off in here. She gave me a big
talk about how masturbation was normal and how she had heard me doing
it before. She wanted me to know that I didn't have to be ashamed of
it. Weird, huh?"

"I don't know, Johnny. Maybe she just wants you to get back to normal
and not be afraid of your feelings. Since last week, I've felt myself
up a couple times, so I know what you feel when you do it."

"Hey, maybe some time we could do it together. You know, watching one
another do it. I've never seen a girl masturbate, and I bet you've
only seen a few boys in class do it. What about it?"

"Okay," she said grinning, "after school tomorrow. Okay?"

"I think so. I've got an appointment with Dr. Richards tomorrow at one
o'clock, but I should be back by then. I'll ask him about it, whether
it's dangerous for me to do it this soon, but from this one time, I
don't think it is. We'll keep it gentle and slow." I leaned over and
kissed her just before there was a knock on the door and we heard mom
call out, "John, I heard some noise. Are you okay?"

"Yes, mom, come in. I'm fine." I looked at Carol and she grinned. Mom
had seen Carol naked before and wasn't worried. Mom opened the door
and stepped into the room. "Ohh! I wasn't expecting this. Hi Carol,
helping John with his studies?" she asked her.

Carol laughed. "Yes, Mrs. Smith, with his biology." 

"Ah yes, as I suspected. A bit soon, don't you think, John?"

"You said I shouldn't be afraid of my feelings, mom," I said. "When I
felt Carol's hand on me, I reacted like I would have normally. As a
result of that, you see us as we are now. But we are being careful.
She did all the work, I mostly just laid here like a stump." Mom
laughed at that.

"Well, all right, but be careful," she told me and left the room,
closing the door. I, of course, turned over and started hugging Carol
again. But the time finally came when she had to get home. I dressed
in my shorts while Carol dressed completely. As we walked down the
stairs, Carol said, "Oh yes, I forgot in the excitement," and she
smiled at me, "Mr. Taylor told me today that the committee has decided
to re-start the Program next week and he wants us to do our week over
along with another couple. He didn't say whom."

"wel, I don't see why not, as long as it's okay with you," I said,
looking at her. She grinned. "Of course. Now that we know what to
expect, we can help the other couple."

"Sure. At least they won't have to go into it blind like we did," I
told her.

"Great. I'll let Mr. Taylor know. That is, if you're well enough to
come back that early."

"Well, we'll know that tomorrow. If I can't, we'll do it next week.
Frankly, I just want to go back as soon as possible. I can't wait to
see all those naked girls," I told her grinning. She leaned up and
kissed me, then she said, "Just remember who your girlfriend is."

I looked at her and smiled. "That goes without saying."

She grinned and said as if just remembering it, "Oh yes, and Jean is
back."

By then, we were at the door. "Jean is back?" I asked her. "I thought
she'd be in some kind of witness protection program by now."

"From what I heard, she and her mother came to an reconcilement after
her father was arrested. She's living in their house and they have
constant police protection. When this is over, I heard, the police may
have nearly all the organized criminals behind bars, thanks to her
statement, as well as statements from her father and several others.
So she's staying here."

"That's great. I'll be glad to see her again," I said innocently.
Carol looked at me kind of funny. "Oh really? Do I need to be
jealous?" she asked as she wrapped her arms around me. "Of course not.
I just think she needs friends right now. You're the only one for me,"
I told her and kissed her on her nose. She smiled at that and walked
down the steps and went home. I went back inside.

"So," mom said with a straight face, "is my boy feeling good about
himself? Hmmm?"

I grinned and hugged her. "Yes mom, I am feeling very good about
myself right now. I think I'm almost cured."

"Yes, I suppose a good dose of sex will do that for you, but don't
overdo it, all right?"

"Yes, mother, you worry too much, but then," I sighed, "I shouldn't
talk. I've been afraid to talk about it or think about it. After all,
it was sex that got the problem started."

"Yes, John, but sex is a part of life. If it wasn't, we wouldn't be
here. Now run along and work on your homework, I'll call you when
dinner is ready."

I returned to my room and went back to my English assignments. I kept
my shorts on since then I wouldn't have to look for them afterwards
when mom called me to dinner. By the time I was called, I had a third
of the list done. I figured that I could maybe do another day after
dinner. I would leave the special assignment until all the assignments
were done, since it would require deep thought, trying to remember all
the details of what had gone on.

I had dinner about 6:00 and returned to my work. I had two days of the
six days' (five plus that day's)work done and managed to get two more
done by 11:00 o'clock. I hadn't realized how late it was until mom
came in and told me. I closed up everything and crawled in to bed. I
was asleep in moments.

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