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HOW TO BORROW THE CAR
�Hi, Dad. Can I borrow the car?�
�No, son.�
Sound familiar? Don�t worry. I can help. Here�s what to say the
next time you ask to borrow the car, and your Dad (or Mom) tells you �no�.
�Hi, Dad. Can I borrow the car?�
�No, son.�
�Father, I agree with you completely. You are very wise to say �no�
to me. You see, if I were to borrow the car, it would just be a total waste
of gas.
�The girls I like all take their baths at 8 o�clock. By 8:30, they�re
tucked into bed. What use would it be for me to be driving around at night,
when all the girls I like are already asleep in bed?
�Furthermore, think of the cost, if I were to get into an accident. I
mean, if I were to be driving around at night, thinking about all those
little girls tucked into their beds, I might get excited! I might wreck your
car. Your insurance premium would skyrocket, all because I was thinking
about little girls instead of thinking about driving.
�And what if I parked? What if I parked your car in some no parking
zone, in order to visit some little girl tucked into her bed? Why, I might
be climbing through her window, as the police were towing away your car!
�At least you have to give me credit for one thing though, Dad.
Liking little girls, as I do, you won�t ever have to worry about me getting
anyone pregnant.
�But you are correct not to loan me the car, Dad. It would be far
better for me to spend this night honing my literary skills. Think of all
the stories I could write, about naughty little girls, and how they get
spanked, which teaches them to be good! What a waste it would be for me
to be out driving around, in your car, when I could be in my bedroom
writing sex stories?
�Yes, now I know why the Bible teaches us, �Honor thy Father and
Mother�. Only the wisdom that comes with age, such as your age Father,
would allow one to know that it is far better to be at home than out
driving around in your car.
�I am deeply impressed by you, Father. Who needs girls, anyway?
Even little girls? Now that I am considering it, I really do think that I
prefer boys.
�I am going to go to my room, Father. And I am not going to think
about girls, of any age. I am not even going to write sex stories. No, I am
going to sit in my room and do my homework. By doing my homework, I can
get good grades in school. By getting good grades, I can get a good job, and
earn a good salary. Then I can go to San Francisco and become a scout
master, and open a bath house, exclusively for little boys!
�Thank you, Father, for not loaning me your car. To think that I
might have been out cruising around, in your car, when I could be working
hard, so that I could one day own my own bath house!
�And that�s not all: by being a successful businessman, I can be like
Ross Perot! I can run for mayor of San Francisco, or even for President,
buying lots of ads on T.V. I can tell everyone why I prefer to be a fag, and
how my wise Father made all this possible.
�Imagine: I will be sitting there, on Larry King Live. He will lean
forward and say to me, �Who do you thank for your success in life, owning
your own bath house, and running for President as the candidate of the
Cocktail Party?�
�And, after correcting Larry King, telling him it�s not the Cocktail
Party but the Cock in the Tail party, I will say, �My father�.�
(If that doesn�t get you the car, nothing will.)
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
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Issue No. 410
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion�s Playpen
Chapter Nine
The night was still young when Kate left the club with the man. His
name was Ben, and she rolled his name over and over again on her tongue.
He had a Lamborghini and she enjoyed very much riding in it with him
beside her. He spoke admiringly of her outfit and she kept her leather
jacket folded over her lap so he could admire it. Her boobs had shown
themselves a few times while they danced. He�d repaired her shirt for her
each time they�d come flying out. Now, she sensed, he was taking her
someplace where her shirt could come off completely.
�Do you trust me?� he asked her, looking across at her as they drove
through the city.
Kate thought a moment. �Yes,� she answered. Her legs were pressed
tightly together and she let her thighs fall open a little. Her jacket, on
her lap, covered them.
�Why?� the man asked. It was a normal question, she supposed, for
such a frightened age as the 1990�s.
�Because I know you�ll never hurt me,� she answered. She smiled a
little at her insouciance. She only knew his first name and he only knew
her as Kate. He could be anyone, and she knew he knew she knew nothing
about him.
�But if I did?� he asked.
�Then I would accept it,� she breathed.
He looked away. She felt a tremor of fear run up through her belly.
What was she doing? she scolded herself. Yet her belly was bare and he
glanced back at her, admiring it. Yes, he wanted to fill it, she knew. And
she guessed he knew what she knew.
�You are right. I would never hurt you,� he said to her. He lifted his
eyes to her breasts. �But it doesn�t mean I wouldn�t... test you.�
�Test me?� she asked. She looked over at him. He looked back at the
traffic.
�Yes, all girls must be tested.� He spoke casually, but she gazed at
his crotch to see if he felt anything more and saw, with a little leap of
her heart, a bulge develop. �Not all the clubs I own are dance clubs,� he
said to her.
�Oh, really?� she asked. She felt her eyes widen and she wished she
didn�t look so naive.
�No, I have some other clubs too. Perhaps you�d like to see the one I
own here in town.�
�What�s it called?� she asked.
�It�s private. I don�t advertise it,� he said.
�Oh,� she answered.
�But it�s called the Point,� he said. She had not heard of it. He
asked if she had and she nodded �no,� she hadn�t.
They stood within a room. It was on the penthouse floor of a hotel.
When Kate and Ben had gotten off the elevator they had been able to
admire the entire city. But then a woman had met them and led them down
a hall, lined with doors, and put them in a room together. She stood now
behind Ben and Kate, as if waiting for orders. She held the door to the
room closed behind her.
Kate gazed about. There were no windows in the room, despite the
glorious view of the city which glimmered beyond its closed walls. The
room was dominated by a big bed that sat in the middle of it. But hanging
above the bed was a big black whip and along the walls were more
implements, all meant to harm a girl.
�Are you sleepy?� Ben asked Kate.
�No,� Kate answered. She had felt a tremble run through her from
the moment they entered this room and she found her knees were shaking
and she couldn�t quiet them.
�Good, then we can use the bed for something else,� Ben said.
The woman came round in front of Kate and bent down and began
untying Kate�s sneakers. Kate watched her, wishing her legs would quit
shaking. The woman got each of Kate�s sneakers untied and pulled them
off her feet.
�Get up on the bed,� Ben told Kate. She interpreted his words as an
order and decided that since she was now locked in the room with him she
might as well do as he said. She walked as casually as she could over to
the bed, but she couldn�t help wiggling her bottom to tease him. When she
had climbed up onto the bed she knelt expectantly on all fours and looked
back at him. He went to the wall and took down a cane. It was long and
thin and made of bamboo.
Ben flexed the cane in his hands. They were big hands and he was a
big man and Kate felt small in his presence.
�Yes, we can use the bed for something else,� Ben said. �Take off
your shorts. Are you wearing panties underneath?�
�How could I be?� Kate asked. She knelt erect on the bed and
unsnapped her shorts and zipped them down.
�I�ve seen some very small panties in my day,� Ben smiled. �Have
you ever been caned before?�
�Caned?� Kate asked. With her shorts unzipped and her bush showing
she knelt on the bed and looked at him with her wide, girlish eyes,
wondering if she shouldn�t zip herself back up and make a break for the
door.
NAKED AT THE NEWSSTAND
by Harold Hate
�I hate my life, and yours too.�
(Special contributor)
Perfect 10, Volume 1, Number 5, $6.95. Full color magazine, many pages.
Published quarterly. Perfect 10, Box 469115, Escondido CA 92046-9115.
Toll Free Phone: 1-888-338-7897. Web: http://www.perfectten.com
Review: Gosh, it�s Saturday night, and what am I doing? I�m sitting
here looking at this fucking thing!
�Perfect 10� claims it will pay $200,000 to the top female that it
features in its magazine. And that�s not all. �Perfect 10� will pay
$100,000 to the female who comes in second, and $50,000 to the female
who comes in third.
There�s just one problem. Increasingly, the females featured in
�Perfect 10� are �Sports Illustrated�-type females. And you know what
that means. They all look like 25-year-old housewives.
If �Perfect 10� was featuring girls who were 12, or 14, (or even 8) I
could see paying them $200,000. But $200,000 for a fucking housewife?!
I don�t buy the yearly Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition. All the
�girls� in it are old. They have all been vaginally penetrated, anally
penetrated, and have given numerous blow-jobs. Not once, but many, many
times. I know this not by knowing the particulars of any specific girl in
Sports Illustrated, of course, but through my study of various magazine
articles on sex. This month�s Playboy (the November 1998 �College�
edition) reveals that most 18-year-old girls have had half-a-dozen sexual
partners by the time they�re 18. God knows how many sexual partners
they�ve had by the time they�re 25!
The October 1998 issue of Club International features a very
beautiful, very young centerfold girl. As I was looking at her I was
shocked by this fact: her clitoris is pierced! So, in the case of this 18-
year-old, she has not only been penetrated sexually in all the
aforementioned places, she has even chosen to undergo the ultimate in
piercing!
As you can easily see, following the logic of my argument, NO 25-
year-old �girl� is worth $200,000. A virgin might be worth $200,000, of
course, but given the average age at which girls lose their virginity, this
would necessarily mean that she was no older than 13.
In my opinion, �Perfect 10� will soon be out of business. There is no
reason to be paying the �girls� in this magazine $200,000. While the
publisher is free to waste his money on 25-year-old housewives if he
chooses, my guess is that he�ll run out of money. Do you really think that
a magazine that is shelling out money at this rate will still be around in
40 years?
�Perfect 10� is a lousy magazine. Playboy does a much, much better
job of photographing females than �Perfect 10� does. There is no
comparison between a Playboy pictorial and a �Perfect 10� pictorial.
Playboy is fun to look at. (Particularly the Newsstand Special editions.)
Playboy engages the reader�s imagination. �Perfect 10�, on the other
hand, resembles a women�s underwear catalog.
If �Perfect 10� wants to pay $200,000 to 25-year-old housewives,
they are certainly welcome to. But I have bought this magazine twice now
and, each time, found it to be quite boring. I do not plan to buy it again.
Black Eagle Lady
by Will Dockery
Lady�s walking down South Seale Road,
I hope she gets there soon.
Lady�s walking down South Seale Road,
I hope she gets there soon.
She sees flashing dollar signs,
under the moon.
Blame it on silk sheets on a silver blanket,
or a valentine I did not buy.
Blame it on silk sheets on a silver blanket,
or a valentine I did not buy.
I don�t know her touch,
although I recall it�s quite fine.
Her hair black as a crow,
be careful though stones she throws.
Her hair black as a crow,
be careful though stones she throws.
Teeth like a timber wolf, that�s me,
He wanders the archtypical frozen land.
Spirit of the eagle, she�s free.
Every little word you speak,
good sweet friend,
it comes straight through to my mind,
clear across town,
clear across the river.
AND IN THE END...
STRANGER DANGER?
�What I know about child homicides first of all we know there�s a
12 to 1 probability that when we have a child murdered that it�s done
by a family member, or caregiver, or someone close to the child. Only 1
in 12 is committed by a stranger.�
- Gregg McCrary, retired Special Agent, F.B.I. (Charlie Rose, September
11, 1997.)
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-END OF 410 EMISSION
�Jephthah made a vow to the Lord: �If you give the Ammonites into
my hands, whatever comes out of the door of my house to meet me when I
return in triumph... I will sacrifice... as a burnt offering.�
�...When Jephthah returned to his home in Mizpah, who should come
out to meet him but his daughter...
�...He did to her as he had vowed.�
- Judges 11: 30-39. (Holy Bible, New International Version).