From: jlane@Ingres.COM (Judi Lane)
Newsgroups: alt.romance,alt.romance.chat
Subject: Re: Part Two of "Dryads' Dailiness"
Keywords: Nymphette
Date: 2 Sep 92 15:59:57 GMT
Reply-To: jlane@Ingres.COM (Judi Lane)
Organization: Ask Computer Systems Inc., Ingres Division, Alameda CA 94501

In article <1992Sep2.070317.6372@sequent.com> rip@sequent.com (Paul T Taylor) writes:
>In article <1992Sep1.013536.20431@pony.Ingres.COM> jlane@Ingres.COM (Judi Lane) writes:
>>In article <1992Aug29.023921.7466@informix.com> bradl@informix.com (Brad Levy) writes:
>>>In article <1992Aug28.201217.17133@tessi.com> george@tessi.com (George Mitchell) writes:
>>>>jlane@Ingres.COM (Judi Lane) bemoans her fate:
>>>>>  ---> Well, there goes my last chance at innocence! 8^)
>>>>
>>>>What better place than a.r.c, what better group of people, could
>>>>you have chosen for this momentous event!
>>
>>   You mean, I don't have a *choice*?? Hmmm... (Judi thinks for a minute
>>   about the implications of her innocence going south on ARC, letting
>>   her thoughts linger on the images of ripmeister and others like him,
>>   realizing that she is now quite incomfortable sitting with her legs
>>   crossed.  oooooohhh, it's definitely getting warmer in here...)
>
>Excuse me.  I hate to interupt your little fantasy here, but I just
>wanted you to know that there is *no one* else like me!  If LF were
>here he would tell you that when they made me, they broke the mold,
>and the guy's nose who made the mold!  Also, I don't think I would
>have *any* trouble helping you lose your innocence... ;-)

   (Seeing how the smelling salts only made the office plants wilt, 
    Judi's co-workers are now attempting to revive her with threats
    of permanent fax duty if she doesn't get up and answer the phone.)

>>>I have checked my dictionary, and it defines dryad as, basically, a
>>>nymph of the woods.  So asserting the title of Official Dryad of ARC,
>>>one automatically accepts the label of Nymph.
>>
>>  Oh, yeah??  Well, there's still a *BIG* difference between "nymph"
>>  and "nympho" there, Brad.  Although it's true that rip has absolutely
>>  no success in distinguishing between the two (for obvious reasons),
>
>'obvious reasons'?  I *told* you not to listen to Mary!

   "Mary"?  Mary who?  Do *I* know what you're babbling about now?
   I think you must have the wrong dryad.  Hey, rip...
   what's that behind your terminal there?  No, over in the corner.
   Maybe you should check that out.  (Oh, and Mary... I am coming to
   CaliChat.  Even if rip insists on coming as well.)  Oh.  I don't see
   it anymore.  Probably just a little dust.

>>  that doesn't mean the difference doesn't exist!  Not all of the dryads
>>  are sex-crazed forest tarts, as he would have us believe.  (Sorry about
>>  that, rip, but the truth often hurts 8^) ...)
>
>ouch... (did I tell you I like pain?)

    I think I already guessed that for myself.

>>>(Random House) defines a nymph as one of a class of lesser deities of
>>>mythology, conceived of as beautiful maideNs inhabiting the waters,
>>>woods, mountains, etc, or a beautiful young woman, or (one we don't need
>>>to apply) the young of an insect that undergoes complete metamorphosis.
>>
>>  Anyone like Jason the Hood who cracks a comment about the insect part
>>  invites death.  Thank you, Brad, for your kindest words! *hughug* 8^)
>
>Yeah, a young woman living all alone out in the woods, mountains,
>etc... with no men around.  Now, you tell *me* if that wouldn't make
>you sex crazed!  *evil grin*

   True.  But absence makes the fun last longer... once you get it. 8^)
   (The OD promptly turns to her engagement calendar, quickly calculating
   how long it's been she since waylay...I mean welcomed a handsome young
   naturalist to her redwoods... as only the dryad can do! 8^) "Hmmm...
   I think it's time to roll out the redwood carpet!  Where's my tigger
   snare?")

>>>Given these definitions, nymphette would not be proper (unless perhaps
>>>she was a baby or very tiny nymph.  My eyes don't see very clearly through
>>>coax, but I don't think Judi is likely to be that tiny.)
>>
>>  More warnings... you know who you are.
>
>Hey!  What ever I may be, I am *not* a paedophile! (well, not much of
>one anyway...) :-)

   What's that?  Oh, I know... someone who prefers lambs over ewes!  haha
   (Judi reaches into the bottom drawer of her little-used desk, pulling
   out an old dogeared paperback, clearing her throat...) "Why did the
   ram fall over the cliff?  He couldn't make the ewe turn!  heehahaheehee"

>>Nowhere is a loss of innocence directly implied by the title of nymph
>>>(or subsequently, dryad), however.  So Judi doesn't have to give up her
>>>innocence unless she wants to.  (And being a minor deity, she could
>>>probably make anyone she involved in such an act forget that it occurred,
>>>and remember nothing but her incredible beauty...) ;-)
>>
>>  So tell me, Brad... you _are_ coming to CaliChat, are you not?? *giggle*
>
>Yeah, and so am *I*!  Brewhahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

   Gee, rip... it still looks kinda weird there behind your terminal.
   Just what exactly *is* that stuff?  (Pssst...Mary.  What can you do
   about this, huh?  The fate of CaliChat depends upon it!) Well, rip,
   maybe I just need my glasses changed again.  I don't see it now. Sorry.

>>>I would think a dryad might have schizophrenic feelings about the
>>>RFA though - such nice romance, but one has to make sure that the
>>>only wood burned in the fireplace came from trees that had already
>>>died of natural causes and lost their souls.  Maybe inspiring new
>>>souls in the process of burning, though. Thus completing the cycle of life.
>>
>>  "Died of natural causes and lost their souls."  Oh... you mean they
>>  were once Christmas trees from rip's office.  Well, that explains it.
>
>Again I say, "Excuse Me?!"  I wish you would explain what that
>explains... (Mary!  I'm gonna *get* you for this!!)  Besides, I
>prefer they be called Chanukah bushes, not Christmas trees...

    Oh, no!!  Help me before it's too late!!  Aarrrggggghhhhh...
    (The OD slowly falls into a helpless state of altered consciousness.
    With a glassy-eyed gaze and an almost possessed-like posture, she
    reaches deep into the bottom drawer of her desk once more and
    produces another dogeared paperback of... JAP jokes!  Run for your
    very lives!!)  "What will a JAP never ever hear in her life?
    `Attention K-Mart shoppers!'  heeheehee, a classic!   What's a JAP's
    favorite wine?  `I wanna go to Hawaii!'  heehahahee, I love it!  
    Why can't a JAP..." (Judi's office mates wrestle her to the floor,
    forcibly removing the JAP joke book from her grasp, while lighting
    a small bonfire on her little-used desk in which to incinerate said
    book.  And just for good measure, they chain her to the fax machine
    for the rest of the day.)

>>>- brad (the cuddle-puppy - there, does that make me the first canine a.r
>>>        member? my system denies the existance of a.r.c, so I have to
>>>        settle for a.r)
>>>-------------------------------------------------------------------------
>>>|   All thoughts, foolishness, and pitter-patter of the heart           |
>>>|   are of course mine, and not those of my employer.                   |
>>>-------------------------------------------------------------------------
>>
>>  So be it!!  I vote for Brad to be The Official Cuddle-Puppy of ARC.
>>  (And he can jump on up into the top of my redwood and lick my face
>>   anytime, you little cutie!! 8^)  woof woof!)
>
>Most dogs don't climb trees, butt in this case, I might be able to
>give him enough incentive... :-)
>
>
>ripomaniac
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