From water@c2.net Fri Jul 11 12:05:33 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-2.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!howland.erols.net!panix!news.panix.com!qz!not-for-mail From: water@c2.net Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Subject: "At the Banquet", D/S, dom black f/sub white m Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Date: 11 Jul 1997 16:05:33 GMT Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Lines: 739 Approved: Message-ID: <2033eli$9707111203@qz.little-neck.ny.us> NNTP-Posting-Host: panix.com X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: Xref: news1.infoave.net alt.sex.stories.moderated:1798 alt.sex.stories:225677 Here's a little story for adults only. You can post this freely wherever you wish, (please do), but you can't sell it. I'm looking to meet this woman, by the way. Won't you have her email me? - Water@c2.org ------------------ At the Banquet by Water@c2.org I settled in to my seat at the banquet, and had a look around. My girlfriend was sitting in the chair next to me, so that when she was looking to her left at the head table, I was directly behind her and out of her field of vision. The people at the front table were talking among themselves in small groups, getting ready for the speeches to begin. The wait staff was moving among the crowd, filling water glasses and getting ready to bring out the salads to begin the meal. We would have our dinners as the speeches were presented. When I noticed her, it kind of sent a shock through my system, she was so sexy. She was filling a water glass three tables over from me. She was a tall Black woman, with a very full figure. I know that I stared at her, and my eyes went wide, as I drank in her beauty, her perfect body, and her confident movements. I suppose most guys would have considered her overweight, but to me she was one of the sexiest women I had ever seen. I am much more turned on by a woman with a full, firm figure than a skinny woman. Hell, to most guys that are White, as I am, I suppose she would just look like another heavyset Black woman, and they wouldn't give her another thought. But to me, she was perfection itself, a gorgeous goddess that radiated a powerful sexuality that I couldn't look away from. I spent the next several minutes trying to watch her whenever I could, without my girlfriend noticing. Very soon, she noticed me watching her, and she returned my long stare with one of her own. It turned me on even more. She didn't look away, or pretend to act shy, like so many women will when a stranger is looking at them. She gave me a look that seemed to say "Yes, I know you wanted me from the moment you saw me, I expect that." From then on, she seemed to look my way whenever she could. She seemed to notice right away that I was with someone, and that I was trying to not let my girlfriend see it, when I looked her way. I smiled at her once, and she seemed to discreetly return my smile. By now the main course of the meal was being served, and she walked in and out of the room several times as she began to help serve the dishes. It was a big crowd, almost 3,000 of us in the convention center, and I couldn't always find her in the crowd when I looked around. The next thing that I knew, she was serving the food to the people at our table, just five people away from me. She was over past my girlfriend, so I could stare at her as much as I wanted, and still seem like I was just looking at the people giving their talks at the front of the room. She was working her way closer to me as she served the food. My heart raced and my mouth was dry. I began to try to think of some way that I could talk to her for a moment, without my girlfriend being aware. She left the room for a moment, and when she returned, she walked to our table again. Suddenly she was standing right behind me, and I had to stop myself from turning around to see her. Her coworker began speaking to her, and then they began to have the kind of quiet but heated argument that people have when they are angry at each other, but trying not to let it show while customers are watching them work. I listened in. It seemed that her coworker was giving her hell, for having started serving the wrong table. The coworker really started bitching at her, and she began arguing back, saying that this was her area. They were both almost right behind me. I imagined that the coworker was in fact supposed to be serving this area, but that my goddess had switched areas so that she could come over closer to me. Hearing my dream woman fighting with the other woman only turned me on more. As she told her coworker to get out of her face and go serve some other area, I imagined that it was me that she was giving orders to, and it made me weak with desire. They stopped the fighting for a while, and she began to serve the food to the people around me. She was wearing a light brown waitress's outfit, with a medium length skirt and a top that showed just a little cleavage of her perfect, very full breasts. Finally, she served my food. She leaned across me in the tight quarters of the banquet table, and those breasts were practically in my face. It was all I could do to not moan out loud with desire for her. I looked up at her as she set the plate down, and she caught my eye. She seemed to know everything I was thinking. She smiled briefly, and her full, firm hip brushed against mine. I wanted to drop to my knees right then in front of her, and tell her so many things. I would tell her that it was I that should be serving her, and I that should be wearing an outfit like that for her, to plainly show that I knew that it was my place to serve her. The next thing I knew, she was gone, serving the food to other people down the table. I looked around me to see if anyone had noticed the way I had been staring at her with such uncontrollable lust. I was shaking and wasn't sure if I could have spoken, had I needed to. After a moment I excused myself from the table, and walked off to the side of the crowd, supposedly to go to the men's room. I stood at the edge of the hall, and looked out over the tables. I was over at the corner of the room, where the staff would all walk by on their way to and from the kitchen area. There was a hallway there that was only partially visible from the convention hall floor, and I stood there and scanned the crowd for her, also keeping my eye on the kitchen door. I didn't know what I would say to her, but I was hoping to catch her for a moment there, where I wasn't sitting right next to my girlfriend. But then I realized that if she did walk by me, they were all really busy trying to get all of the food out, and she wouldn't really be able to talk for long, if at all. I decided to write her a note and then hand it to her if I got a chance. I walked off and found paper and a pen. I stood next to the pay phones, and wrote out the following. I had to tear up the first one, since my hands were still shaking so much I could barely write. ----------------- Hi. I wanted to tell you that I think you must be the sexiest woman I have ever seen. As you can tell, I am here with someone, so I appreciate it very much that you were discreet, when you noticed that I was staring at you. I would tell you so many things in this note if I could, but my handwriting is terrible because my hands are shaking so much, from being near you. So I will make this short. I will do whatever you ask me to. I mean it. If it is possible in any way for me to talk to you again, or spend time near you again, I will do anything to make that happen. Won't you please consider this? I think I could make myself very useful to you. Here is my phone number. You can call any time. Water ----------------- Now all I had to do is find a way to get the note to her, without my girlfriend, or the two or three other people that I knew in the crowd, seeing me do it. I knew it would be best to get the note to her somewhere away from the crowd, because I had no idea how she would react when she read it. Hell, she could laugh at me in that same powerful, mocking voice she used with the other woman, then walk over to my girlfriend and hand her the note, saying something like "Do you know that your boyfriend gives messages like this to strange women when you are out with him?" I waited near the kitchen door for a while, but she didn't walk by. Everyone was finishing up the meals, and I had to get back to my table, or my girlfriend would get upset and suspicious. I got back and sat down, and continued to look around for her. The meal was over now, and the staff was clearing away the dishes. I held the note in my hand, folded up into a square. I had written "Please read in private" on the outside of the note. Soon I saw her again, collecting up the dishes. She came over near me, and set up the cart for the tableware almost right behind me. As she went back and forth gathering the dishes, she would repeatedly walk right behind me. It was driving me crazy, being so close to this woman that I desired so much, and to not be able to stare at her the way I wanted. As she worked behind me, she kept bumping into me and brushing against me. Each time she did, it sent a wave of excitement and need for her through my body. Once, when she was standing right behind me, I leaned back into her and felt her body against mine, and I gave a big sigh of pleasure. A few times she bumped me with the trays or dishes, as she worked behind me. Once or twice it was even hard enough to really hurt. It was as if she already knew that I was someone who would gladly accept any abuse or torment from her, and only wish for more. As she worked, and I sat there with my heart racing and my cock as hard as it could be, I tried to figure out how to hand her the note. At one point I stood up while she was behind me, and I tried to find a way to place the note on her cart in a way that she would see me do it. I had to shuffle sideways right by her, but I couldn't offer her the note, because I thought that my girlfriend might be watching. She must have felt my stiff cock as I brushed up against her perfect ass. I took a short walk as an excuse for getting up out of my chair. I tried to catch her eye as I stood a few tables away from where she was, and it seemed that she understood me when she looked my way and I held up the note, as if to say I wanted to give it to her. Then, I walked back to my chair, and as I passed her cart, I put the note there next to a stack of dishes. But as I glanced at her over the next few minutes, I could tell that she hadn't noticed the paper. It was driving me crazy. I started to worry that someone else was going to see the note, as it really was right out in plain view, so after a while I got up and picked the note back up off the cart. Since she was cleaning up the area in general, I decided to drop the note on the ground somewhere, and let her see me do it, so she could pick it up when she had the chance. I did drop it, and she seemed to see me do it. But over the next few minutes, she walked by it several times, but never picked it up. I got up and walked over near the kitchen door again, and after a moment she walked by. I spoke up to her as she passed me. "Hi, could I talk to you for a second?", I asked. She said sure, and stopped in front of me. "I have something I wanted to tell you, but I am a little nervous about it, so I wrote it down on a slip of paper. I put it on the cart where you are collecting dishes, but you didn't see it, and now it is on the floor next to the cart. Would you look at it for me please?" I felt stupid and clumsy in front of her beauty. I wasn't speaking clearly and was practically stammering. "What does it say?" she asked. "Why don't you just tell me now?" Her tone was a little bit demanding, just as if she knew that her being a demanding and controlling person was exactly what I was hoping for. I was too nervous, and when I glanced over at where my girlfriend should have been sitting, I couldn't see her through the crowd, so I started to worry that maybe she was up walking around looking for me. "Just look at the note, okay, please?" I said, and I walked off quickly. I walk back towards my seat, but I notice that the note is gone from where it had been. My girlfriend isn't at the table, so I pick up a pen and wrote out another copy of the note. I walk back towards the kitchen one more time, and I see her again. I have the note in my hand, and she is right there in front of me, but my girlfriend walks up to say hi to me! The woman asks me where the note is, and I mumble something stupid like "well there isn't one"--I don't even remember what I said. I was totally panicked. My girlfriend and I walk away, as I am screaming in frustration inside, but trying to act normal. My girlfriend asked me about what that woman wanted, and I lied to her÷I told her that I had overheard her arguing with her coworker about something, and I was telling the woman that I would back up her side of the story, if her coworker tries to get her in trouble with their boss, as she had threatened. I thought that was pretty quick thinking, and I was relieved that I was able to come up with it, but I still had not gotten the note to her, and now it was time to leave. My girlfriend and I left the hall together. I drove her back to our hotel room, and then I made an excuse to leave for a while. I said that I thought I had left something back at the convention hall. I drove back to the hall as fast as I could, and began looking around for her. But the place was pretty much completely cleaned up, and almost no-one was around. I was crushed when I found the first note still under a table, where someone must have kicked it, but I was also a little relieved. I felt like I wasn't in control of any of my actions, but was instead under her power and control, and I was beginning to feel exhausted from being so sexually turned on for so long. I did manage to find someone who told me the name of the company that was providing the wait staff for the event, and then I had to get back to the hotel. From that day on, my fantasies about her were constant. My girlfriend and I were going through a difficult time, so we weren't making love very much. Soon after that, we broke up, in a big argument that was all about trivial things, an argument that didn't even once mention what the real problem was, and what was really bothering me. I had asked her any number of times if she would at least try to consider learning to be dominant when we made love sometimes, and she just couldn't bring herself to even try it. When it comes down to it, in looking back I think now that she was just a wimpy woman, that wanted a man to tell her what to do all the time. She just couldn't handle it when I asked her if she could be the one in charge for short periods of time. I thought about my mystery woman many times every day. I didn't even know her name. Often I would work late on my computer, then go off to my bed late at night, and I would lie there and think about her. If I laid on my back, my constant hard-on would hold up the sheet in the air, and beacon for me to touch myself and think of her. If I tried to ignore it and turn over on to my stomach, my cock would stay so hard it would seem to hold my whole body off the mattress. It would stay like that until I finally gave in. I would get out of bed, and stand there for a moment. I would imagine that she was there, and that she was staring at me as I stood naked in front of her. I would touch my nipples for a moment, then give in completely to the power that she had over me, and begin stroking myself frantically. I had never before experienced any orgasms like the ones I had as I fantasized about her. After two days, I could not help myself and I called up the company that had done the catering at the event. I managed to get someone on the line who had been at that particular event, and then I began describing the woman. Eventually I made it clear which woman I wanted to get in touch with, and the person on the phone said that they would give a message to her for me. They said her name was Sherri. My pager rang the next day, and I called in to check my messages. Her voice was confident and sexy on the recording. "Hello Water. I'm glad you finally found a way to give me your number. I'm looking forward to speaking with you and finding out what was in that note that you had such a problem giving to me." Her tone of voice was almost mocking, as if she was already laughing at me for being so weak and under her spell. She left her phone number at the end of the message. I didn't call her right away. I could barely think. I was scared, turned on, weak, ecstatic, and a hundred other emotions, all at one time. For quite a while I just sat and looked at the phone number, and a few times I called my pager line back and listened to her message again. Finally I picked up the phone and called. She answered with a simple "Hello". I said "Hello, this is Water". There was a short pause, and then we began a short, quiet, intense conversation. It balanced there on our voices in the strangest way. I answered some questions she had for me, about my life and work, and we found out that we lived pretty close to each other. She asked me what had been in the note, and I spoke it back for her, as best as I could remember. She took it calmly and in stride, as if this is what she had been expecting. I told her how sexy I found her, and how much I wanted her, and that I am a submissive, and that I wanted to serve her. Almost as if she wanted to make me work for the chance to get to know her, she began to say something like "I don't know, this is all maybe too weird for me". It was like she was teasing me, telling me to give her more, faster, or I would lose my chance to speak with her again. After we had talked a little longer, she seemed to suddenly make up her mind, and she asked told me to write up a detailed letter that explained all my thoughts and fantasies, and to mail it to her. When she said "I want you to send me" the letter, instead of _asking_ me if I would be willing to send her the letter, I practically came in my pants right then. I had been living for that moment. I told her that I would do that, but then I asked her if she had an email address that I could send it to instead. She said that would be even better, and she gave it to me. She asked me about my computer skills, and when I told her I had been in the field for many years, and know a lot about PCs and Macs, she seemed pleased, but she didn't tell me why. Saying that she had to take care of some business, she ended the phone call, by saying that she would be waiting for my email. I hung up and began working on it right away. It took me only about 2 hours, as all my desires and needs came pouring out into the keyboard. I sent it off and went and stroked myself until I came again. ----------------- Dear Sherri, Thank you so much for calling me. As I said I would, I am sending you this email that should explain everything that has been going through my mind since I saw you at the banquet. As I said, I am what is known as a male who is submissive to women. It means that I get intense pleasure from taking orders from, and being controlled by, a woman who is strong, confident, and controlling. I have been like this ever since I can remember. I have had some relationships in the past where I let the woman know these desires of mine, but it has never really worked out, for various reasons. Some women just seem to think that it is too weird. (Or, more likely, they think that other people would think they were too weird, if someone were to find out that they played such games. Personally, I am not someone who worries too much about what other people think of me.) Sometimes, of course, the woman and I just weren't right for each other for reasons other than our sex lives. And sometimes a woman tries being dominant for the first time, and she finds that it is too scary for her, to be in control of a sexual situation. In the past men were almost always in control of the how, when, where and everything else of lovemaking, and that is still mostly true today, so it is a pretty new thing for most women. Here are some of the benefits that you would receive, if you found my offer an pleasing one, and accepted me as your servant and toy. You would have in me a devoted servant, who was available to you at all times, to follow your commands. I would not talk back to you, and I would do as you instructed always. I would keep your apartment clean, including the vacuuming, cleaning the kitchen and bathroom, and I would do your laundry for you. I would always be a good listener. I would make an good personal servant also, I believe. I would always be ready and willing to rub your back, feet, or neck, or try to please you in any other way you desired÷whatever you ordered me to touch, rub, lick, caress, or kiss, I would do instantly, and I would do it tirelessly for as long as you desired. You could have me bathe you, paint your toenails, literally whatever you could imagine a complete servant ought to do for his goddess. If you were not in the mood to have attention paid to your body, you could of course provide orders to me as to what I should do with mine. You could order me to dance for you, to work out and so then develop a better and stronger body to serve you with, and whatever else your imagination could come up with. Most dominant women know that although a slave may stay a slave when it is being ignored, there are some simple things that a woman can do, which are not unpleasant for the woman, which make the slave more and more happy to be her slave every day. In a way, it is kind of a deal that is worked out. You can have the things I have listed above, and more, almost whatever you can imagine, and what you offer in exchange is to excite me. And the kind of things that would excite me are the following: - Demand 100 % obedience from me. - Tell me "You have no choice but to obey me". - Order me to wear clothes that make me weaker and more turned on, such as women's panties, the more feminine and silky the better, or a maid's uniform, or dresses, or anything feminine and demeaning for a man to wear. Whatever else you think will help me remember that you are the boss and I am just a slut there to obey you. Often dominant women will have their slaves wear women's panties under their regular clothes when they go to work each day, as a reminder of who they belong to, and to rub against their slave's cock all day and drive them crazy with lust. I hope this email contains what you wanted to hear. I hope I have pleased you by getting in touch with you this way. I will be waiting very anxiously to hear from you, and dreaming of you at night as I wait for your next instructions. Yours (hopefully), Water ----------------- She called me the next day. She started the moment I said hello. "I won't let this be a game," she began. "If you just want to play games, you had better find a way to leave me now, because I won't allow it. But I don't think you are capable of escaping from me, even now. And believe me, my control over you is going to increase every day. Let me tell you some of the ways I will make you more completely my obedient slave." "I am going to make outrageous demands of you, often ones that make you even more helpless to resist me, and you will do what I tell you to, and it will turn you on. " "You are a stupid man, Water. Say that out loud, now." "I am a stupid man", I said. "That's right", she continued. "You are a stupid man, and you are controlled by your cock. But I control your cock, so that means that I control you. Here are my first commands for that cock of mine. I want it hard all the time. I want it to ache for me. I want it swollen, stiff, and pushing against your clothes, all day every day. I want it to constantly be wishing for my touch, or my gaze, or my abuse. When I am near you, I will slap it, bind it up tightly in ropes, wrap it in pink silk panties÷whatever pleases me. When you are not near me, it will wish for these things, and it will show its desire for this by hardness. You awakened this desire in me. I have always been a woman with a high sex drive, but it has never been like it is now. That is the most stupid thing that you have ever done. Now, my pussy is wet constantly, thinking about having you as my sex slave and servant. You could say that I don't have any choice in this matter any more, just like you do not. My pussy is wet and aching for pleasure and licking, and the desire to see you working for me. It wants to see you vacuuming my house, and cleaning my bathroom, and doing my laundry. The idea of having these things turns me on so much, and makes my pussy so wet, that I have to have it. And you are going to give it to me, because I know how to make you give it to me now, whether you want to or not. You are never going to come again without my permission. I give you these commands now, and you are never to forget them, and you will never be able to escape from their spell. The first is as I just said÷ from now on you will no longer be able to have an orgasm without my permission. If your are by yourself and you try to get some relief from that cock of mine, that will be constantly and uncontrollably hard every moment of each and every day, you will of course be able to touch yourself. But you will find that you just cannot reach a climax. You will simply stroke and stroke yourself, over and over, for hours if you care to try, but you will not come. Sometimes you will be unable to stop trying, and you will slide your hand up and down your cock until you can't stand it any more, and finally you will give in, and you will call me. You will admit to me that you have been disobedient and have been touching yourself. You will beg me for permission to come. Sometimes I will give it to you, and sometimes I will not, but I will always let you know that you will be punished for touching yourself without permission, and you will indeed receive that punishment, and it will be harsh. "Your second command is to remember my phone number for the rest of your life. Say it for me now: (415) 555- 0928." I repeated the number to her. "That's a good little slut. If you try to escape from me, here is what you will find. You could throw away my phone number, where ever you have it written down. You could stay away from me, and try to forget that you know where my house is located. But that phone number will never leave you. It will always be there at the top of your mind. You will always know that all you have to do is pick up any phone, and dial that number, which you can't forget, and I will take care of everything from there, including the punishment that you would receive for trying to escape from me. Now that we understand each other, I'm going to let you know a few things you are going to do for me. I might be taking a chance on scaring you away by telling you what I am going to say, but I don't think so. I think you are going to be my slave, no matter you would like to happen, and you have absolutely no choice in the matter. I'm going to control your orgasms and your cum, because it is mine to do with as I please, and because if I keep you constantly full of cum, it will make you more easy to control. Sometimes I am going to tie a little bag, made from a pair of pink silk panties, around your cock and balls, for you to wear while you are away from me. It will have a little hole in the end, that will allow you to pee through it, but it won't be big enough for your cock to get fully hard, and you won't be able to get your hand in there to touch yourself. You will be able to untie the bag yourself, if you need to in an emergency, but if you do, you won't be able to hide it from me, because the knot that I close it with will be sealed with sealing wax and my own seal. You might think that it is worth it once to untie that silk bag and masturbate, but you won't do it again once you see the punishment that you receive for doing it. I am going to photograph you in all kinds of extremely embarrassing situations and clothing, including the cute little French maids outfit that I have already picked out for you. I am going to keep those photographs in a safe place, and if you ever really try to disobey me or escape from my power, you will see those photos mailed to places and people that you won't believe. I will have videotape of you also; videos of you cleaning, and dancing, and servicing me in all sorts of ways. The kind of video that porno companies love to sell and make good money from, especially when the tape is sent to them with all the right releases signed and notarized. Oh yes, you will sign the releases, and they will be stored in the same secret place that the photos and videotape will be stored. Oh, and there is one more thing I just may do, if I come to think that something as extreme as this might be necessary to keep you in line. I have a friend who has a daughter that has been in quite a bit of trouble with the law. She is only 15, but already she has been busted a couple of times for prostitution and all kinds of things. So, she is obviously no stranger to sex, but as I think you know, the law doesn't care about that. No matter what the girl has been up to in the past, still, if there is a video or pictures of an adult man having sex with that underage girl, that video could get that man in quite a lot of trouble. And don't think I wouldn't be able to get you to slide yourself into this very sexy, hot girl, and even turn your head and smile for the camera. I know you already, and how easy you are to control, especially when you are super-turned on and just about to come. One day I would get you into that state, then ask her to lay down on my bed and spread her legs, and I would simply command you over and over, (maybe while whipping your white ass a little), to lay down and kiss her once. I know that hard cock that I own would just slip right inside her, and when I commanded you to fuck her now, and do it hard, you would have no choice. You would cum for me, so that I could have ultimate control over you. You see, my greed for control of you really has no limits. You're mine, and I intend to make sure you understand it. I was glad to hear that you have the computer experience that you do. I have a job during that day where I could use an assistant like you, especially one that would do the things you will do when I close my office door. The full truth of our relationship we will keep secret from the rest of the company, as long as you stay in line. Of course, if you were to make a big enough mistake anywhere, you might find a very interesting picture of yourself posted on the office bulletin board by some anonymous person. You had better get your resume together in the next two days, because I will want you to start very soon. It won't be the best money you have ever made in your life, but between this new job and the little extra that you might earn through providing household maid service to some friends of mine, I think you will be able to get by. You might not be able to afford an apartment, though. If so, you let me know, and I will think about whether you can sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed. You would look so cute there, curled up in your little maid's uniform, ready to jump into action at my every command. Even with all of this control over you, I know that you will at times be disobedient. I know this because I know you have a need to be punished sometimes. And I will do so, and very well. You will be beaten sometimes, sometimes quite severely. I may share you with friends. I will often remind you to try harder by keeping you bound and gagged for long periods of time. And each time that I do let you have an orgasm, which will be rare, I will always order you to lick up your own cum for me. Yes, I will many ways to give you the punishments you deserve and need. Finally, I am going to let you know that I am quite an accomplished hypnotist. When I have you in that very receptive state of mind, where nothing else in your world matters except for obeying and pleasing me, I will often take those moments to place commands deep inside your mind. Commands that you will not be able to escape from. I will put into your mind code words that I can speak at any time, and each word will have a different effect on you. One will make your cock instantly hard, no matter where you are or what you are doing. Another will make your nipples suddenly hard and ultra-sensitive. Yet another will cause you to fall to your knees in front of whatever woman you happen to be near, and ask that woman how you can serve her. Yes, I am capable of all this and much, much more. You will see very soon. I met her three days later. I was a complete wreck by that time. She knew what she was doing, making me wait that long. My cock had been hard almost every minute for those three days, and I had barely slept at all. She opened the door to her home, and stepped back and smiled. She crooked her finger at me, drawing me inside, and I went to her. It was even worse than I had imagined, and even better. The end ------- Note from the author: Actually, I got back to the banquet, and everyone was gone. I was never able to reach the catering company on the phone. If you know of a Black woman like the one described here that lives near the Washington DC area, who you think might consider allowing me to offer myself to her, won't you please forward this story to her, or my email address? Thank you, reader. - Water@c2.org -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /