From: joe@spdcc.com (Joseph Francis)
Subject: Re: Ms. Manners Sex Club Etiquette
Organization: S.P. Dyer Computer Consulting, Cambridge MA
Date: Wed, 16 Dec 1992 11:35:59 GMT

In article <1992Dec16.050909.10035@netcom.com> jfh@netcom.com (Jack Hamilton) writes:
>In article <1992Dec15.133231@wsl.dec.com> gnn@wsl.dec.com (George 
>Neville-Neil) writes:
>>
>>A Gentle Reader Writes:
>>Dear Ms. Manners,
>>	More and more I find myself lying to the people I meet in sex clubs
>>so as to avoid giving my name, and other identifying information to them.  Don't
>>they realize that I only go there for anonymous sex?
>>
>>Gentle Reader,
>>	There are two ways to avoid this syndrome.  First is to make sure that you
>>wear clothes that are easy to get back into after the act of sexual congress so
>>that you can run off as quickly as possible after you are done leaving your cohort
>>talking to the empty air.  As this is not really proper you should probably simply
>>say, "I'd have to kill you if I told you that."  Then they'll have something to
>>remember you by, but not your name.
>
>Horrors!  Miss Manners would never misuse the word "cohort" in such a
>cavalier fashion.  And I'm sure that not even JoJo could personally satisfy
>a whole cohort, and least not all at once. 
>
>-
>
>"Cohort n. 1. One of the 10 divisions of a Roman legion, consisting of 300
>to 600 men."  (American Heritage Dictionary)
>
>I take it back.  Maybe JoJo could, but most people couldn't.  

Dear Ms. Manners;
   Sometimes when I'm in a sex club someone wants to poke their finger
up my bum. Sometimes it is interesting, but usually I grab the wrist
and pull it away, but one time they persisted. I turned around and
took their wrist in both hands and snapped it in two. Should I have
done that at the wrist, or simply shot a bullet into the elbow?

Violent Reader;
    The best defense against unprotected bum penetration is to keep
your rear firmly braced against a wall. If you feel that you must fend
off an errant hand, a sharp tap on the funnybone will suffice.

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Dear Ms. Manners;
   Sometimes I've got a delicious cock in front of me, furry, the
whole 9 inchesl. Then what happens but some guy comes along and
practically knocks me down and starts a moan-and-groan blowjob on him.
I complained to the bartenders, but they just looked at me.

Gentle Reader;

   It is up to Mr. 9-inch-trick to politely shove his index and
forefinger down the intruder's throat fooling him into having an
orgasm just at the moment he is ready to vomit while you can continue
your merrymaking with him. If he just lies back and lets anyone come
along, you have to ask yourself, is that what I want? Of course it is,
so accidentally spill poppers all over the intruder's bald spot so he
will run shrieking into the toilet to try to save the permanent. It is
a war out there.

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Dear Ms. Manners;

   I was in the backroom the other night when an old friend walked in
and looked surprised to see me in a compromising position, a cock in
each hand, and one in my mouth. I didn't know what to do so I got up
and ran out. I haven't had the courage to speak to him since.

Gentle Reader;

   You should be embarrased. You are a pig. The thing to do would have
been to offer him the best of the opportunities in front of you;
sharing is caring. The only thing you can do now is have an evening
out with him, take him to the same place, and set him up with the
juciest man there. Then do whatever you want. It is only polite.

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US Jojo; damp, slighly soiled, but tasty nonetheless.