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To: Druss who wrote (6504)	2/23/1999 12:28:00 AM
From: Blue On Black	Respond to of 12754

Druss, I have to admit to teasing foxey a little. I dropped her an email about the serious LUST that I encountered in my little trip to LA. It's really hard being a sex symbol and never being appreciated for my finer qualities...but I will recount the tale. I was in LA - all expenses paid - by the invitation of Dennis H (for privacy). We had met in in Mexico after his 'Easy Rider' days. We had knocked around down south while he waited for the next good script and I studied herbal remedies. We eventually became 'roadies' for Jefferson Airplane but drifted apart after the band broke up. I was surprised to receive his offer after all these years but decided, 'What the hell' and caught a plane. He met me at the airport on his 'hog'. We sent the baggage on to the motel and I climbed on behind him...or as much as I could get on. The springs on the bike bowed so I caught a limo to one of the more 'swank' Beverly Hills hotels....which is where the lovely Pamela Lee lusted so hard after me. I went to my room and changed into a pair of 'speedos' (I hoped that I would not incite too much lust) and went to the pool. I was somewhat self-conscious - not being at the top of my form...a mere 712 lbs, but I knew I was still a fine specimen of manhood. I knew that everyone was awed by me from the way heads turned as I walked into the pool area (I wished that I had opted for something other than the 'electric blue' speedo thong. The pure erotic attention that I aroused was nearly more than even I could handle. I acted 'normally' and walked to the diving board and climbed on. People scattered...probably not realizing my expertise gained on the cliffs of Alcapuco. They need not have worried...the hotel had received a faulty diving board which snapped before I got more than 1/2 the way out on it. While getting on the board, I had noticed the lovely Ms. Heather in one of the hot tubs at the edge of the pool. I was a serious fan! I had to meet her. I noticed her slack-jawed, glazed-eyed appearance as she gazed at me and hoped that I didn't intimidate her too bad. After clearing the faulty board out of the way, I spent a few minutes showing off by practicing my tobacco-spitting at a nearby potted palm. I could tell that everybody was amazed by my ability to hit the pot...even at 15 ft. I started towards the hot tub. I was finally going to meet this angel but I could tell that it would be a 'rocky' meeting. Goose-flesh was breaking out on her before I even arrived....damn those electric blue speedos....Some women just can't handle them. Still, I determined to get in the pool and make it easy for her, awe-struck as she was. I climbed into the hot tub and stood in front of her...wide eyed as she was... and sat down. Unfortunately, it was one of those small California hot tubs just meant for 10. The last I saw of the lovely MS. Heather, she was body surfing away on the wash from my sitting in the tub. Evidently, she was to over-awed to come back and meet me. I know that I shouldn't have tantalized foxey this way while she was trying to vacation. I hope she didn't spend too many nights awake in a cold sweat of serious lust. But, I am used to it. lee(the hick)