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                                              Issue No. 321

                                   Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in 
                                              Nudie Nursery

                                               Chapter Four

         Within the parlor Jasmine sat with two other women.  They were 
mid-30�s, perhaps, young like she yet dignified.  Old enough to be amused 
by what happened to us, yet still in the bloom of youth, pleasing Brent 
with their bodies if they chose to disrobe.  At the moment they were 
fashionably dressed.  One wore a sweater, unbuttoned, over a pretty dress.  
She had glasses but had put them aside on the coffee table.  The other had 
on a skirt and blouse.  Long strands of pearls hung casually down over her 
bosoms.  They made her look casual but expensive.  Jasmine wore slacks.  
They were dress slacks, smooth and dark brown.  She wore a beige blouse 
and a tan neckerchief.  I might have thought I was at some conservative 
women�s luncheon, except I was barelegged and cuffed.
         Jasmine rose as we entered.  She approached me first and unbuttoned 
my fur.  Opening it, she saw the mess I�d made of myself at lunch.  She 
gasped.  The other two women gazed at me and then laughed.  She opened 
up Missy next.  She removed our coats and called the butler to come and 
hang them.  She did nothing about our handcuffs.
         �Poor dear.  Even your face is messy,� Jasmine said to Missy.  She 
dipped the corner of a napkin into her tea and wiped Missy�s mouth with it.
         �Brent made me--� Missy began, but Jasmine hushed her.  Her finger 
pressed itself to Missy�s lips.  She was gentle, yet her next words chilled 
me.  �Go stand on that big leather chair, darling,� Jasmine urged Missy. 
         �But won�t you--?� Missy began.  Jasmine took her by her pinned 
arms and walked her to the chair.  In her confusion, Missy did not finish 
her sentence.  Jasmine tugged off the girl�s pumps.  Then Jasmine bent and 
lifted Missy�s thigh and made her step up onto the chair.  Missy�s feet 
planted themselves in the seat.  It squished down under her weight.  Her 
adorable bottom hung its cheeks before our eyes.
         The woman with the sweater and the long pretty dress rose from her 
chair.  She wafted over to Missy.  With a concerned look in her eyes, yet 
with implacable hands, she forced Missy�s wrists up off her bulging little 
bottom cheeks.  The woman, whom I later learned was named Kerri, 
pressed Missy�s hands into the small of her back.  Drawing a leather cord 
from her sweater, she bound Missy�s upraised wrists to the back of her 
pearl choker.
         �Don�t break the strands of pearls or it will be worse for you,� 
Jasmine told Missy.
         �But what are you going to do to me?� Missy bawled.  She was 
shivering and her peaked, honey-tipped breasts were shaking.  With her 
arms yanked back and high on her spine, bound quite implacably, she 
offered her bosoms to the wall.  It was an obscene vista, this poor 
milkmaid of a girl presenting her full young bosoms.  Kerri slipped into the 
space behind the chair and, having made Missy present her mammaries, she 
took hold of them.  Kerri kissed each of Missy�s nipples in turn.
         �Ooooh, your buds taste like honey!� Kerri smiled.
         �Quit licking my boobies!� Missy complained.
         �I�m afraid this is a lesbian luncheon, dear,� Jasmine said to Missy.  
She patted the girl�s bottom and smiled over Missy�s shoulder at Kerri.  
�I�m going to swat this precious little ass of yours until its wigglier than 
you can imagine.  Then I�m going to cup it with my hands and you�re going 
to roll it on my palms, letting me feel all the little tensions and spasms 
in your tushy.  I see Brent�s already been playing with you a little, from 
this trace of shit in your ass crack.  Bring me a napkin, Leslie, so I can 
wipe her.�

                                EXPLORATIONS IN PROGRAMMING
                                              with java joe

         I was riding the bus with my friend Perply the other day (the guy 
who saves his turds in plastic bags, and sings to them).  He said he really 
liked looking at Alexa Brinkley in Redbook, but he couldn�t afford to buy 
the magazine.  I told him he needed to become a Java programmer.  �Then 
you can afford to buy a plastic bag for each of your turds, and magazines 
with Alexa in them too!� I told Perply.  He said he didn�t understand 
anything about Java, and all the books about Java looked really 
complicated.
         �Java is a bunch of icons,� I told Perply.  �When you have created a 
Java applet, you will have at least two icons.  One of the icons will be 
�something.html�.  The other icon will be �something.class�.  
         �That sounds pretty simple,� Perply admitted.
         �Remember that �something� can be anything,� I told him.  �For 
instance, you might have �turd.html�, or whatever you want.�
         �Okay,� Perply said.  �But what happens?  Does �turd.html� do 
anything?�
         �Yes,� I said.  �The �turd.html� icon calls up, say, an �Ass.class� icon 
and forces the �Ass.class� icon to do something.�
         �That reminds me of my web page,� Perply said.  �I have a web page 
called �turd.html�.  It says �I LOVE MY TURDS!� across the top of my web 
page.  Underneath that I have a picture of one of my turds.�
         �How does your web page actually work?� I asked Perply.
         �My �turd.html� web page calls up a separate �turd.gif� picture that 
I�ve created,� Perply said.  �My web page forces the �turd.gif� picture to 
display itself in my web page, so everyone can admire it.�  
         �Yes!� I said.  �And where do you put your �turd.gif�?�
         �I put my �turd.gif� in a separate folder,� Perply said.  �I�ve found 
that if my gif is in the same folder as my web page, for some reason my 
web page can�t find it.�
         �So, let me see,� I said to Perply.  �What is your Internet address?�
         �My Internet address is:  perply@fart.net,� Perply said.  �At that 
address I have a folder.  It is labelled:  �public_html�.  In that folder, 
�public_html�, is where I keep my web page:  �turd.html�.  It�s also where I 
keep a folder labelled:  �art�.  Inside the �art� folder is where I keep my gif:  
�turd.gif�.�
         �Great!� I told Perply.  �Java works the same way.  Here�s what you 
need to do.  Inside your �public_html� folder, create another folder.  Call it:  
�turd�.  Or you can call the folder whatever you like,� I said.  �Then, I want 
you to create a class file.  You can call the class file whatever you like.  
But, to keep everything straight, why don�t you just call it �Ass.class�.
         �Okay,� Perply said.  �Let me write this down.  First, I need to have 
my Internet address.  At my Internet address I�ve got to have some space 
for a web page.  My web space happens to be in a folder that my Internet 
Service Provider has decided to call �public_html�.�
         �Right!� I said.
         �Inside my folder, which is labelled �public_html�, I�ve got my web 
page,� Perply said.
         �Right,� I agreed.
         �My web page is called �turd.html�,� Perply said.  �That�s the name of 
the icon itself.�
         �Right,� I said.
         �Now, in order to do Java, I need to have a folder inside my 
�public_html� folder.  It�s beside my �turd.html� icon.  It�s a folder that I�ve 
decided to call �turd.��
         �Right,� I said.
         �Inside my folder called �turd�, I�ve got a class icon.  This class icon 
is labelled �Ass.class�,� Perply said.
         �Right!� I agreed.  �Let�s look, then, at what is inside your 
�public_html� folder:�

         turd.html               turd                    art
         (an icon)             (a folder)          (a folder)

         �That�s a good diagram,� Perply said.  ��turd.html� is my web page.  
In the folder named �art�, I�ve got an icon named �turd.gif.��
         �Yes,� I said.  �And in the folder named �turd�, you�ve got an icon 
named �Ass.class�.�
         �I know how to write html code to make my web page call to the 
�art� folder and get the picture of the turd, for displaying it in my web 
page,� Perply said.  �But how do I write html code to make my web page 
call to the �turd� folder?�
         �Here�s the code,� I told Perply.  �I�ll write it right here:�

<applet codebase="turd" code="Ass.class" width=250 height=50>
</applet>

         �Put that code in your web page,� I told Perply.  ��applet codebase=� 
refers to the folder where the Java applet is located.�
         �The Java applet, I take it, is the icon labelled �Ass.class�?� Perply 
asked.
         �Yes,� I said.  �That is your Java applet.  It�s the icon labelled 
�Ass.class�.�
         �Hmmm,� Perply said.  �What�s this mean:  code="Ass.class"
         �That�s your class file, idiot!� I told him.  �It�s your Java applet.�
         �Oh, yeah,� Perply said.  �Now I get it.  �codebase� refers to the 
*folder* where my class icon is kept.  And �code� refers to the class icon 
itself.�
         �Right,� I said.
         �How do I make a class file?� Perply asked.
         �Let me write out the instructions for you,� I told him.  �Do you have 
a Macintosh?� 
         �Yes,� Perply said.  
         �Okay, here�s the instructions,� I said.

1.  Call MacWarehouse: (or whomever you prefer) 1-800-255-6227.
2.  Order CodeWarrior Discover Programming Edition, $79.95
3.  When it arrives, double-click on the �Java CodeWarrior IDE� icon.

         �I�m using an earlier version, so things might be a little different 
for you,� I told Perply.
         
4.  Double-click on �SimpleText�, the writing program that came with 
your Macintosh.

         �You�ll need to use a bare bones writing program, so only your 
typewritten code is included in it,� I told Perply.

5.  Type the html code, written above, into your SimpleText writing 
program.  Save the file.  Name it �rough html�.
6.  Type the Java code, written below, into your SimpleText writing 
program.  Save the file.  Name it �rough Java�.

/* -----------------------------------------
This displays "LoveTurds" when it repaints.

Java's classes:  Applet         (applet)
                         Graphics      (awt)        used for drawing

Custom classes:  Ass

---------------------------*/
public class Ass extends java.applet.Applet {

      public void paint(java.awt.Graphics g) {
            g.drawString("LoveTurds", 100 , 25);
      }

}

7.  In the Java CodeWarrior IDE, pull down the menu under File.  Release it 
on �New Project�.
8.  Name your project.  (In this example, I�ll name it:  turdie).
9.  In the project window which has appeared, you�ll see �replace me� 
listed twice.  Double-click on the first �replace me�.
10.  Replace the existing text, in the new window which appears, with 
your html code (that you typed into SimpleText).  Using �Save As,� save 
the file as:  turd.html
11.  Close the turd.html window.
12.  Double-click on the second �replace me� (in the �turdie� project 
window).
13.  Replace the existing text, in the new window which appears, with 
your Java code (that you typed into SimpleText).  Using �Save as,� save the 
file as:  turd.java
14.  Close the turd.java window.
15.  In the Java CodeWarrior IDE, pull down the menu under Project.  
Release it on �Make�.
16.  Java CodeWarrior will now make your Ass.class file.

         �So now I�ve got a turd.html file,� Perply said.  �But what do I do 
with my old web page?� Perply asked.
         �Take it down for now, so I can show you how to display a web page 
containing Java,� I told him.
         �Okay,� Perply said.  �But how do I upload my brand new turd.html 
file?�
         �Use Netscape Navigator,� I told him.  �Let�s continue with our 
instructions:�

17.  Use �Fetch� to ftp to your web space.
18.  In Fetch, go along the menu bar to �Remote�.  Pull down the menu and 
use �Delete Directory or File� to delete your old web page.
19.  In Fetch, go along the menu bar to �Directories�.  Pull down the menu 
and use �Create New Directory� to create a folder named �turd�.
20.  Quit Fetch.
21.  Use Netscape to *ftp* to your web space.  ( ftp:// (etc.)
22.  In Netscape, pull down the menu under File.  Release it on �Upload 
File�.  Upload your new �turd.html� file.  Then open your �turd� folder and 
upload your �Ass.class� file into your �turd� folder.
23.  Go to some other address with Netscape.  (Go look at someone else�s 
web page, like �Excite,� �Hotmail,� or whatever).
24.  Now, it�s time to go look at your web page.  Use http:// (etc.) to go to 
your web page.
25.  Click on your icon labelled �turd.html�.  The �turd.html� icon will call 
to the �Ass.class� icon, inside the �turd� folder.  It will make an applet run 
on your web page!  (The words �LoveTurds� will appear on your web page.)

         �That�s it?� Perply asked.
         �That�s it,� I said.  �If you had created a bigger Java applet, you 
would have more than one class file in your �turd� folder.  You�d have lots 
of class files there.  Like I said, a Java applet is nothing but a bunch of 
icons.  One html icon, which is your web page.  Plus as many class icons as 
are needed for that Java applet to run.

(something).html   PLUS   (something).class  (something).class
        an icon                             an icon                  an icon 

         (As many or as few class icons as are needed).

         �Well, thanks,� Perply said.  �But it still seems pretty complicated.  
I�ve got to sing to my turds now, so you should talk about Java with 
somebody else.�
         �Okay,� I said.

                                             AND IN THE END...

                                   MERRY CHRISTMAS, AMERICA!

         �Earlier this month a Chicago law firm urged its clients to 
consider cancelling their Christmas parties on the grounds that it could 
expose them to all sorts of liability suits - from sexual harassment to 
drunken driving.�

- The Economist, December 13, 1997, pg. 51.

(Ah, yes, America in the 90�s.  Now even Christmas is �inappropriate�.  -
h.j.)


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