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To: Catfish who wrote (805)	12/23/1998 11:24:00 PM
From: RavenCrazy	Respond to of 2390

Uh, Darrell - You wrote: >>Unfortunately, these individuals are not willing to learn through an open exchange, but simply want to attack anyone with whom they cannot win the argument. For example, look at the number of times Rose has resorted to name calling in a response.<< Then a couple of posts later you wrote: >>Ravencrazy, You are an idiot! You socialist-liberals do not want to know the truth. Unfortunately, you are the real problem in this country. A corrupt president like Clinton could never be elected without your willingness to be deceived.<< You trying to compete with Rose? She's MUCH more original than "idiot" and "socialist-liberals." Open exchange? I do resent the implication that my 52 points of IQ are not enough to know that you need help. BAD. Raven

To: Catfish who wrote (805)	12/24/1998 12:05:00 AM
From: gmccon	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2390

I have a confession to make. I'm a 52 year-old WMA and I have this nice, sweet-looking little thing in my office that I really want to do. She's only 22 or so, just out of college and all but working for free, but boy is she fine and tight. I can't keep my eyes off her. I'll have some big shots in my office and be in the middle of something important, but then she'll walk by and I totally lose focus on the business. But that's not really the confession. You see, when I get like this, I can't control myself. Addiction runs in the family. My father was a drunk and my only sibling is a drug addict. My thing is sex. But I'm very good at getting it, and this girl is really vulnerable because of her situation with her father not being there for her while she was growing up. I'm good at picking my "play-toys", and I know I can play her vulnerability like a violin. It's the old father-thing... again. So I'm really getting excited and there has to be some way for me to satisfy myself at her expense. I can just see her on her knees in front of me now. Boy, wouldn't that be great. But I'm married with kids, and have a good job (as a matter of fact that's one of the things she likes about me) so I'll have to be very careful about what I allow myself to do with her. I want sex, but... You know, I bet if we don't have conventional sexual intercourse, I can get away with calling whatever we do as being "not sex". Lets, see... if I don't touch her in such a way that I intend for her to become sexually aroused... (let me check 3 or 4 dictionaries here), ah, here it is, that's it, I'm okay. So I get an erection and tacitly accept felatio... Yeah, that's it. That's not really sex. And instead of intercourse... hell, look at these cigars... yeah, that'll work. Okay, I think there's some possibilities here. I can definitely satisfy myself and it's "okay". This simply won't be sex. I'm not that busy and sex with her (I mean non-sex <g>) is clearly my priority anyway. I can always step out into a side office for a little "non-sex". Then there's always phone sex. Yeah, no way phone sex is sex. Hell, everybody knows that. There's only one problem, I have kind of a reputation for doing this sort of thing before and I'm under a giant microscope all the time. As a matter of fact, I'm currently being sued for sexual harassment from over at my previous job. Not only that, there's a good chance the case will even go to court. But I just gotta have this tight little thing, that's all there is to it. I simply can't keep this thing in my pants any longer and I'm gonna do what I gotta do. So you all are gonna have to excuse me. "Oh, Betty, could you ask Monica to step into the office when she has a minute, please?" It's good to be King.