From: lstewart@watserv1.uwaterloo.ca (L. Stewart -- IS Office 1058)
Subject: Re: ASSHOLE AWARDS Re: swinging toad lavender
Keywords: porous, sinead, squeeze
Organization: University of Waterloo
Date: Fri, 16 Oct 1992 19:01:03 GMT

In article <1992Oct15.020008.11736@netcom.com> rdc@netcom.com (MR. COMMUNIST) writes:
>IN TALK.BIZARRE lstewart@watserv1.uwaterloo.ca (L. Stewart -- IS Office 1058) writes:
>)The train thundered into the station, blowing great jets of 
>)steam into the evening sky. My heart raced as I waited to meet
>)Sinead, after three years I hoped I would still recognize her.
>)The conductors jumped down from the cars and put the portable 
>)steps in place for the disembarking passengers. The platform       
>)filled with people and their luggage. There was no sign of her.
>)
>)The last of the passengers had left the station. I stood there 
>)not knowing quite what to do. I had checked with the station
>)manager several times and this was indeed the right train. 
>)After what seemed hours I decided to leave, perhaps there would be
>)a message for me at home. The car refused to start and the only     
>)sound I could hear was the faint bleating of the radio. Damn, I
>)had left the radio on and the lights. I am such a fool.
>)
>)Slamming the door of the car I had at least enough sense to
>)ensure that the doors were all locked. The air had grown chill
>)over the hours and I threw my coat across my shoulders. The walk 
>)home would take at least an hour. I turned toward the street and 
>)began my trek. My breath misted in front of me as I stepped over
>)a guard rail leading out of the parking lot. My foot promptly sank
>)into the porous earth, still soft from the afternoon rain.
>)
>)The suction of the wet soil forced me to pull quite hard to release
>)my trapped foot. As the vacuum broke I was thrown off balance
>)and my shoe was thrown back over my shoulder into the parking lot.
>)I struggled to keep from falling and planted my foot squarely back
>)into the mud. I was out of patience and began bellowing curses
>)into the sky. The mud was cold.
>)
>)I collected my shoe and abandoned the short cut. My mood was 
>)thoroughly sour as I crossed Charles Street and neared the
>)building. I lived in the third of the towers and as I passed beneath
>)the first of them I was slapped the length of my face. A great wet
>)mouthful of kid spit had caught me dead in the centre of the 
>)forehead and splattered. I looked up toward the building and I
>)saw two laughing faces peering over a balcony on about the   
>)eighteenth floor. I cursed the little brats, the spit was cold.
>)
>)My head sagged in resignation as I collected the remains of my
>)battered dignity and trod the rest of the way to my building. I
>)twisted my key in the lock and wrenched the door open, striking 
>)my elbow sharply. The keys flew out of my hand into the lobby  
>)and the door quietly closed itself as I howled in anger and pain.
>)Clutching my elbow I looked forlornly thyrough the glass at my keys.
>)I was locked out of my home, the foyer was cold.
>)
>)I waited. Finally a woman I had seen on the elevator arrived and 
>)let me in. Humbled, I thanked her and collected my keys. I trudged
>)after her to the elevator, taking some consolation from the fact
>)that she had been kind enough to let me in and had a lovely
>)backside. Sinead had ditched me and I needed to let off some steam.
>)As we waited for the elevator she offered me a tentative smile.
>)The annoying chime sounded to announce the presence of the car.
>)A couple of middle aged people got off. 
>)
>)She leaned forward to press fourteen and asked me my floor. I
>)smiled as best I could and mumbled sixteen. The car jerked into 
>)motion and she began to chat inanely as we crept up the shaft.
>)Her eyes darted around the car and she flickered a few more smiles
>)toward me. She was attractive in a sense, good teeth, clean, well
>)kept clothing, nice figure. I assumed she worked out. The elevator
>)was just chugging up to the tenth floor when it stopped and the
>)lights went out.
>)
>)I couldn't believe it, caught in an elevator. I was about to 
>)start complaining about the lousy life I led when I felt her hand
>)grasping my sleeve. Before I knew it she was clinging to me and
>)gasping. My benefactor was afriad. My immediate reaction was to 
>)take advantage of the situation. Then I began to go through
>)the moral arguments with myself. Knowing that I was stuck I
>)whispered to her that it would be all right. She pressed herself
>)even closer to me and I could fell her breath on my neck, it was
>)warm.   
>)
>)I suggested that I boost her up to the ceiling because we were very
>)close to the next floor and she could climb to safety and summon
>)help. She kissed me fully on the mouth and agreed. I felt better.
>)After fumbling about in the dark and orienting ourselves in the 
>)middle of the car I hoisted her up. She brushed the ceiling with
>)her fingers. My knees were bent and holding one of my hands she
>)swung a leg up onto my shoulder, bunching her skirt around my face.
>)Her scent was heady and I stood there feeling silly with this
>)woman's sex pressed into my face.
>)
>)		      Part 2.
>
>
>CUT IT OUT GOOLEY.
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>M-x blame-gooley
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>.
>-- 
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>IVAN IQTOVITCH,		"WORKERS UNITE  OVER IMPERIALIST PIG"
>COMMUNIST PARTY,		--IVATOLI STEPHANIVIC,
>MUSMAK DEVISION			  BRAVE MARTAR

Nothing, I just like to say MUSMAK DEVISION