Message-ID: <2552eli$9708011040@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "randi patterson" Subject: Carrie's Seduction [ff, pedo] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199707290304.UAA16984@pantano.theriver.com> *** Standard Disclaimer *** The following contains a textual depiction of consentual sex between two young girls. The descriptions are graphic and clinical. Please read no farther if this kind of material offends you. Permission is hereby granted to reproduce, archive, and disseminate this story by any means, as long as the following conditions are met: 1) The entire text of the story is reproduced, archived, or disseminated, including this disclaimer. 2) The story is not reproduced, archived, or disseminated as part of any commercial product or collection that is distributed for financial gain. * * * Carrie's Seduction by Randi Reynolds "Do you have your sunblock, Carrie?" asked her mom. She worried about Carrie's fair skin, and Carrie's new, first time two-piece swimsuit was an invitation to solar disaster. But she sure looks cute, she said to herself, as ten-year-old Carrie promptly displayed the bottle of sunblock. "Lisa, make sure Carrie uses it. And don't let her stay in the sun without it. Okay, towels, cooler, beach blanket...do you have every thing?" "Yes, ma'am." Lisa, Carrie's favorite baby- sitter, nodded solemnly and shut the hatch on the Suburban. Lisa had been planning this beach trip for a long time, and had carefully thought ahead. "Well, shall we, then?" said Carrie's mom with a bright smile. The two girls scrambled into the cab of the truck amid laughter and excited whispers. This was their first trip to the beach together, without an adult in tow, and they were duly excited. Carrie's mom was a bit nervous, but she trusted Lisa, who was mature beyond her sixteen years. Lisa was right, she thought. I can use a Saturday by myself, and Carrie really does love the beach. Glancing at the two girls beside her, hand in hand with their faces pressed to the window, she dismissed her lingering doubts as so much maternal instinct. "Green is your color, Carrie," she said to her daughter, finally shaking her motherly paranoia. "Do you like her new swim suit as much as she does, Lisa?" Lisa glanced at Carrie's lithe form next to her. Under her wrap, Carrie's small body was clad in a demure green two-piece. The bra fitted closely across Carrie's chest, the thin lycra hinting at the soft curves that it concealed. The suit bottom clung to the tops of Carrie's thighs, and the waistband circled her torso five centimeters below her navel. The crotch billowed softly, suggesting only a soft outline of Carrie's mons hidden beneath it. "Yes, ma'am," came the careful reply. "I think this two-piece is perfect for her." Lisa had bought it for Carrie, her ulterior motives delicately hidden under the shy smile that accompanied the gift when Lisa presented it to Carrie as a token of friendship. "She is so pretty. I think she was born to wear green." Lisa hugged Carrie, reaching across her shoulders with her left hand and sliding her right hand beneath Carrie's wrap to briefly caress Carrie's mons through her swim suit, then quickly moving it upwards to tickle Carrie's nearly oval tummy. Carrie, ticklish to the end, but enjoying the physical attention from her friend, giggled happily and leaned across the big bench seat to wrap her arms around her mom's waist. "It's the best swimsuit I've ever had." * * * Lisa contemplated her plans during the rest of the trip to thebeach. Being a normal sixteen year old girl, she was naturallycurious about her own sexuality, and had experimented with sex with the neighborhood boys since she was Carrie's age. But the erotic excitement she felt every time she made it with a boy had plateaued, and she couldn't recapture the tingly excitement that she had first felt all those years before. But Carrie had changed that. Not concerned about labels like "lesbian" or "dyke", she was only mildly surprised that this little girl next to her in the truck had rekindled those early sexual fires. Just looking at her sitting next to her made her vagina tingle and her nipples harden. Closing her eyes and crossing her legs tightly, she remembered back to the first time she baby-sitted Carrie, and the first time she ever touched her. Lisa was getting Carrie ready for bed, helping Carrie out of her jumper and into her cute little-girl nightie. Both girls were on Carrie's bed, with Lisa sitting behind a kneeling Carrie. Lisa had pulled the bottoms of Carrie's nightie up over her not-quite non-existent hips, and had reached around her young friend to turn her to face her. The tips of her fingers had momentarily brushed Carrie's mons, and then lingered there. Lisa could see the outline of Carrie's pudenda against the silk cloth at her crotch, and could feel the swell of Carrie's labia against her finger tips. As she slid her hand up across Carrie's stomach to reach for the tie strings of the nightie's top, she felt a familiar tingling in the pit of her stomach. She had felt this the first time a boy had slid his fingers under the waistband of her panties and gently rubbed her then ten-year-old mons. Surprised, but excited, Lisa took her time tying the strings of the top. She enjoyed the feel of Carrie's nipples through the silk of the nightie's top as she pretended to drop the strings and then slid her hands across Carrie's chest in several vain attempts to retrieve the ties. With each stolen caress, Lisa's excitement grew. This is what she wanted to recapture, this breathless, tingly feeling washing up from her vagina and rippling through her body to the tips of her nipples. Lisa was startled out of her reverie as Carrie's mother hit the speed bumps in the parking lot at the beach. She shuddered slightly, and smiled at the damp feeling between her legs. Feeling her shiver, Carrie said, "Are you cold, Lisa? It's a really warm day...?" Recovering her composure, Lisa laughed and said no, she was just thinking about how much fun they were going to have together today. As Carrie's mother paid the lot attendant, Lisa put her hand on Carrie's thigh, snugging the edge of her hand up against Carrie's mons, her little finger nestled between Carrie's labia. She rested it there, concentrating on the tingle rising from her own crotch until Carrie's mother was finished with the attendant. As Carrie's mom put the Suburban into gear and moved forward, Lisa briefly cupped Carrie's pudenda in her palm, then slid it up her pelvis to her bare tummy and tickled her. Oblivious to the intimate caress, Carrie squealed with delight at Lisa's light- fingered touch on her stomach. Carrie's mother drove to the beach side of the parking lot and parked the Suburban. "Okay, girls...let's unload." Both girls clambered out of the cab of the truck and ran to the rear. Carrie's mother opened the rear hatch and climbed into the cargo compartment to retrieve their beach gear. In a few minutes the girls were ready to hit the beach. "Now Lisa, you don't have to baby-sit Carrie tonight if you have other plans. This is nice of you to watch Carrie for me today, and I can always get Alyx or Janine to watch Carrie tonight...." "Oh, mommy, please can it be Lisa? Please? Alyx makes me watch her stupid TV shows, and Janine is always too busy with homework to play with me!" Lisa smiled inwardly; she had figured she'd have to volunteer her services as baby-sitter this evening in order to consummate her seduction of Carrie. "Well, it's up to Lisa. If she wants to, then it's all right with me...Lisa?" Lisa glanced quickly at the pleading expression on Carrie's angelic little face, and nodded her assent. "Okay, then. I'll pick you girls up at five o'clock sharp right here. Be good and have fun." Carrie's mom climbed back into the Suburban and waved at the two children as she turned the truck around and headed back out towards the highway. The two girls turned and headed towards the sound of surf and the beach. As soon as they reached the sand, Carrie dropped her gear and made a headlong dash for the waveline. Lisa laughed and recovered Carrie's abandoned beach bag. Needing a little privacy for stage one of her seduction, she walked across the sand towards a small spit of land. The spit was partially screened from the rest of the beach by some scree and some gently rolling dunes in the backbeach. Perfect, she thought. If we are both lying down, nobody can see us, yet I can see over the rocks and the berm when I want to. Lisa spread both towels out in a hollow between two rocks, and set up the beach umbrella to screen them from the sight of anybody moving along the path at the top of the backbeach. Lisa felt the tingle beginning again, and softly caressed herself through her swimsuit. After a few minutes of self-indulgent touching, she pulled herself together with a firm, "Later!" and went back to the public area to find Carrie. But first, she stepped down to the waterline and submerged herself to her breasts. She climbed out, knowing that the damp spot on her crotch was now effectively unnoticeable. As soon as Carrie spotted Lisa, she came running out of the water. God, she is so pretty, thought Lisa, as the child ran across the sand. Carrie gave Lisa a wet hug, and Lisa allowed her hand to slide down Carrie's back to the curve of her little bottom, and then briefly trailed her finger in the crack between the cheeks of her tight little derriere. "Okay, young lady, remember the sunblock. Come on, the stuff's over there." "Piggy back!" Without waiting for an answer, Carrie leaped onto Lisa's back, flinging her arms around Lisa's neck and wrapping her legs around Lisa's waist. "Hey, you're choking me!" laughed Lisa. "Here, put them under my arms and around my chest. There. That's better." Lisa held Carrie's knees in the crook of her elbows, and began to walk towards where she'd left their gear. As they moved, the heel of Carrie's left foot pounded rhythmically against Lisa's pudenda with every step she took. Ohh, that feels good, she said to her self. It was only about fifty yards to their spot in the rocks, but by the time they got there, Lisa was becoming thoroughly aroused. But wait, she told herself, wait just a little while longer. "Okay, young lady, it is sunblock time." Lisa poured a generous dab of sunblock into her hands. With a fiendish grin at her little friend, she slowly rubbed the sunblock into her palms, and said, "I hope you are not ticklish!" Lisa giggled, then feigned terror, swinging her hands to cover her eyes. "Now, don't worry, Carrie, I'll be gentle." "Oh, I know you will. It's okay. Here, I'm ready." With that, Carrie presented herself in front of Lisa, arms out and legs spread. A bit startled, Lisa was momentarily at a loss. Need to get her to lie down out of sight, she thought, 'cause this won't work. Lisa quickly sat down on one of the towels, and said, "Hey, sweetheart, I'm tired from carrying you. Would you lie down on your towel, so I don't have to stand up?" The little girl nodded cheerfully, and joined her friend on the towel. "Which side first, Carrie? Front or back?" Without replying, Carrie lay down on her stomach and closed her eyes. "Okay, back it is. Now be still." >From her sitting position next to the little girl, Lisa leaned across her body and gently spread Carrie's legs far enough apart to reveal the crotch panel of Carrie's swimsuit bottom. Lisa was slightly disappointed that the bottoms had slipped down too far to delineate her vulva, but she decided she could rearrange the swimsuit later. She wanted Carrie's suit to be fairly tight against Carrie's mons when she was ready to move to stage two of her planned seduction. She knew how excited her own panties made her when she wore a size too small, and she figured Carrie would appreciate the same sensations without being too suspicious. Moving to a kneeling position between Carrie's legs, she said, "All right, it might be a little cold at first, but it'll warm up." Hardly able to control herself, Lisa started with Carrie's small feet. Bending each leg at the knee to bring Carrie's feet to chest level on either side of her, Lisa massaged the sunblock into the soles of Carrie's feet. Lisa kept her eyes planted on Carrie's crotch as she slowly rubbed her feet. Need to rearrange that suit bottom, and soon, Lisa said to herself. She added sunblock to her hands, and slid her hands up to Carrie's calves. Alternately squeezing the little girl's legs and gliding her finger tips along them, Lisa gently massaged the sunblock into Carrie's fair skin. Lisa continued to eye Carrie's crotch, tantalized by the thought of what lay concealed behind the slightly billowing material. With a quick inspiration, Lisa stopped her ministrations, which had reached the little girl's lower thighs, and said, "Honey, can you reach the cooler? I need a little water." Carrie levered herself up on one arm and reached into the cooler for a bottle of water. "Here, I'll open it for you." Carrie quickly twisted the cap off and reached behind her to hand it to Lisa. Lisa took a quick drink and then exclaimed, "Hey watch it, it slipped!". She dropped the bottle precisely between Carrie's thighs about six centimeters from her crotch, and was rewarded with a squeal from Carrie as the ice cold water spouted out of the bottle and across Carrie's back. "Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetheart. Here, let me dry you off." Before Carrie could roll away, Lisa had a towel and was blotting the water off Carrie's back. As she toweled her back, Lisa used the towel to catch the waistband of the swimsuit, carrying the suit much higher up the little girl's hips. "Ooo, get my front too, Lisa. It's cold!" Carrie pushed herself to her knees, and Lisa obligingly toweled Carrie's tummy, making certain to catch the waistband of Carrie's suit bottoms with the towel. When Carrie finally relaxed and was prone again, Lisa evaluated the results of her little subterfuge. She was delighted to see that the crotch panel of the suit was now pressed tightly against Carrie's pudenda. Carrie's labia gently swelled against the material, their soft curves revealed to Lisa's eager eyes. Lisa reluctantly took her eyes off her little friend's semi-exposed vulva, and glanced over the rocks and dunes at the rest of the beach. The coast is clear, she thought, and realized exactly where that hackneyed phrase originated. She wanted no interruptions for the next step in her plan. Returning to a cross-legged position between Carrie's legs, she gently lifted the little girl's knees onto her own. Carrie was face down in front of her, her hips and thighs raised slightly off the towel. Lisa was rewarded with the sight of Carrie's entire pubis, her vulva straining against the green crotch panel, the material sagging slightly into the narrow valley between her labia, the soft round humps of her cute little bottom stretching the suit's material. Okay, here we go, Lisa, she said to herself. We want to excite her without scaring her. Got to be careful. Gently, Lisa placed her hands around the back of Carrie's left thigh, the index finger of her right hand just millimeters from the gentle curves of Carrie's labia. Lisa massaged the sunblock into Carrie's thigh for nearly a minute. Just a few more seconds, and then I'll do it. Taking a deep breath and holding it, Lisa slowly, and ever so gently, brought the back of her right index finger into contact with the material stretched across Carrie's labia. Curling her finger slightly, Lisa applied a gentle pressure to her knuckle and continued massaging Carrie's thigh. Her knuckle stroked against Carrie's vulva, as Carrie continued to lay motionless under Lisa's hands. Lisa was nearly beside herself, but anxiously watched her young friend's face for a reaction. Carrie remained oblivious to Lisa's gentle finger. Hmm, she must be used to it, Lisa mused. It must be all those quick touches I stole since that first night in her bedroom. She probably doesn't feel threatened by it, because I've touched her there before without really penetrating her. Reassured, Lisa carefully switched legs, gently substituting her left index finger for the right. Lisa brought her right finger to her mouth and slowly tasted it. There was a faint saltiness, and she detected the merest hint of Carrie's little-girl musk. Lisa finished applying the sunblock to Carrie's legs, rolling over the prone little girl, coming to a kneeling position at her side. "Okay, let's do your arms now, honey." Lisa raised the little girl's arms one at a time, and coated them thoroughly with the sunblock. Lisa was still mesmerized by the sensations in her fingers as they'd slowly traveled up and down the crotch of Carrie's swim suit, the gentle swells of Carrie's vulva and the curves of her labia gliding by underneath her touch. Carrie's plaintive "Isn't that enough on my arms, Lisa?" brought Lisa back to earth. "Right. Sorry, I was lost in thought. Let's get your back." "I'll bet you were thinking about boys," Carrie said mischievously. "Were you thinking about your boyfriend?" "No, I was not thinking about my boyfriend. Actually, I was thinking about a girl." "Who?" "Oh, somebody you might know. I'll tell you who later. Okay, little nosy one?" Carrie nodded and laid her head back down on the towel. Lisa noticed that Carrie's legs were still spread, and continued with her gentle seduction. Lisa dribbled sunblock onto Carrie's back, drawing a thin line down the length of her spine. With her left hand she began to gently massage the skin between Carrie's shoulder blades. Carrie squirmed as the cool sunblock touched her skin. Lisa boldly cupped Carries bottom with her right hand, the middle finger searching for and finding her labia and gently, briefly, pressing between them. "Hold still, so I can spread this stuff evenly," she said to distract Carrie as she slid her finger along the length of her vulva. As she removed her hand from Carrie's crotch, she gave her a light slap on her bottom and said, "There, we're almost done. Good girl. Now, roll over and I'll do your front." Carrie quickly rolled over on to her back, and Lisa returned to her position between the little girl's legs. Lisa reached behind her and quickly applied the sunblock to Carrie's feet and legs. Deciding that she may be giving too much attention to Carrie's vulva, she completed applying the sunblock to Carrie's legs without coming near her genitalia. She treated herself to a long, lingering look at Carrie's deliciously displayed pudenda, clearly outlined against the thin lycra of Carrie's suit bottom. Time to go upstairs, Lisa told herself, anticipating with pleasure the next phase of her plan. "You know, Carrie, there's one thing about two- piece swimsuits. They make really noticeable tanlines. That's why I don't wear them. But if you want to avoid them, you just need to take your top off for a little each day, so that you tan evenly all over." "Take my top off? Now...in public?" The little girl was obviously very reluctant to do so, and in all honesty, Lisa couldn't blame her. "What if somebody sees me, Lisa? and tells my mom? I'll get a spanking for sure...." How do I reassure her? pondered Lisa, and decided to rely on Carrie's instinctive innocence. "Well, here, if you lie down, nobody can see you but me. I'll take your top off while you are lying down, and you can slip it back on whenever you want to." Lisa watched the little girl gather her confidence, and sighed with delight as Carrie gave in to her gentle urging. Lying back with hands crossed under her head, Carrie nodded once, but looked decidedly apprehensive. Lisa quickly straddled the little girl's torso, her mons resting just a few centimeters above Carrie's. "It's okay, sweetheart, really. Just relax." Reassured, but still a little tense, Carrie closed her eyes and waited for Lisa to begin. Sensing Carrie's tenseness, she marshaled her self-control and resisted the impulse to immediately remove Carrie's swimsuit top. Gotta go real slow here, she counseled herself. Lisa poured sunblock into her hands and rubbed them together. Realizing that Carrie probably wouldn't notice, Lisa slid the crotch of her suit to the side and lowered her exposed vulva gently against Carrie's crotch. The touch of her bare labia against the little girl's swimsuit-clad mons sent a major wave gushing through Lisa's body. It started at her clitoris, and washed all the way through her to her breasts. Oh, I'm in heaven, thought Lisa, as she felt her nipples come erect against her swimsuit. Tweaking each one quickly, and shivering at the sensation, she began to rub the sunblock onto Carrie's bare tummy. Lisa spread the sunblock quickly, massaging it gently into the little girl's tummy. She lingered over Carrie's little navel, rimming it softly with the tip of her thumb, reminded of another small opening in Carrie's anatomy that her fingers had flirted with only a few minutes before. "Ooooo, that tickles a little, Lisa." Carrie's body spasmed involuntarily as Lisa's fingers probed her navel, and Lisa gasped with surprise and pleasure as Carrie arched her back, forcing her pelvis up against Lisa's. Carrie's mons softly thrust against hers, sending a ripple of pure pleasure through Lisa's body. Oh boy, I don't know if I can stay in control, Lisa pondered, after the electric tingles stopped coursing through her body. Time to take my mind of my crotch, and get back to business, she told herself firmly. I'm trying to seduce her, not vice versa! "Carrie, honey, I'm going to take your top off, now. Is that okay with you?" Carrie opened her eyes, and nodded her head slowly. "Are you sure it's okay?" "Are we alone, Lisa?" "Yes, Carrie. Ready?" "Okay." Leaning forward, Lisa quickly unsnapped the front closure of the top. She'd hit three stores in the mall before she'd found a two piece suit in green with a front closure on the top. She congratulated herself on her patience as she pushed the now-separated cups to each side, revealing the softly swelling mounds they'd been concealing. "Now, since you want to tan there, we shouldn't use sunblock. Hang on while I get some baby oil." Lisa leaned to the side and retrieved a small bottle out of her beach bag. As she leaned over, she felt her very wet vagina relax, and her labia part to partially admit the tip of Carrie's pubis into her vagina. Oh, I can't stand much more of this, she thought in panic, as her clitoris came into contact with the little girl's pudenda. Carry quickly slid herself free of Carrie, but not before sliding down the length of Carrie's pubis, letting the lycra crotch panel of Carrie's swimsuit tease her clitoris. Lisa reached down to her crotch, resisting the impulse to plunge her fingers deep into her vagina, and adjusted the crotch of her swim suit to cover herself. Turning to Carrie, she said softly, "I'm going to have to really rub this in, so if I tickle you, I'm sorry. I'll try not to." Starting at the base of her little-girl breasts, Lisa coated them with the baby oil. She caressed them slowly, savoring their resilience, measuring their size with spread fingers. Carrie's breasts were the size of small limes, little more than minimal convexities on the planar surface of her chest, but to Lisa, they were the softest, roundest, most deliciously curved objects she'd ever felt. And her nipples! Lisa took each nipple and rolled them between her thumbs and forefingers. Over and over she gently tugged and pulled them, her oil- slick fingers sliding off them, only to recapture them and gently pinch them again and again. Very quickly, Carrie's nipples came erect, and Lisa thrilled to their stiffness as she gently caressed them with her palms. Lisa knew that Carrie was aroused now. But would the little girl become afraid of the sensations flowing through her ten-year-old body? Lisa remembered her first orgasm, and how scared and wonderful it made her feel. Deciding against pushing her too far, she slapped her palms down suddenly on Carrie's little breasts with their now fully erect nipples, and said hurriedly, "Okay, Carrie, that it. Time to let them get some sun." But Carrie didn't think so. She opened her eyes wide and said softly, "No, don't stop. Please, Lisa...?" Lisa slid her hand down to the little girl's mons and cupped it softly, her fingers gently caressing Carrie's labia through the thin material of the crotch panel. Lisa gazed steadily at Carrie, seeing the awakening desire in the little girl's eyes, and realized she'd succeeded in part one of her seduction. Lisa thought fast. She knew she'd kindled Carrie's latent sexuality, which was what she'd wanted to accomplish with this trip to the beach. She wanted to continue caressing the little girl in the worst way, but she knew she had to stick to her plan. She didn't want to get serious with Carrie until she had her at home, with the doors locked. She needed to keep it light until then. But how? Lisa didn't trust her own self-control. A game, she thought. That's it...we need to make this into a game. Summoning all her will power, Lisa said, "Hey, I have to stop, 'cause I'm done. However, " she continued with an impish smile at the little girl, "I'll just have to put more sunblock on you if it gets washed off." Lisa lurched to her feet, and heaved a sigh of relief as Carrie, sensing a new game to play, quickly refastened the swim suit top and stood up. "Race you to the water!" Carrie shouted, and dashed off towards the water. Lisa, relieved and frustrated at the same time, shouted after the running girl. "Okay, you win. I'll wait for you to come back." Remember the plan, she repeated to herself, and everything will be fine. The rest of the day passed like a dream to Lisa. Carrie would run down to the water after Lisa covered her with the sunblock, and come running back as soon as it had washed off. Lisa's caresses grew more bold as the day progressed. Lisa had one more item on her agenda, though, and it was a critical one. So far, Carrie had been a willing, if passive, participant in her own seduction. Lisa wanted Carrie to be comfortable with a more active role in their sex play. Glancing up at the position of the sun, Lisa determined it was time to conclude this portion of the seduction. Carrie came running breathlessly back for more sunblock. Lisa, instead of starting with Carrie's feet, quickly unfastened Carrie's swimsuit bra and went to work directly on the little girl's breasts and nipples. Carrie soon become aroused again, her little nipples stiffening under Lisa's gentle manipulations. Here we go, thought Lisa. Lisa slipped her hand under the waistband of Carrie's suit bottom for the first time that afternoon, stopping when the back of her fingers brushed against the crotch panel. Lisa delighted at the feel of the little girl's bare labia sliding across her palm. With her other hand, she reached beneath Carrie and slid it under her and then into her suit bottom, across the round cheeks of her pert little ass, until it met the other hand, which was now gently squeezing Carrie's mons. Flexing her wrists, Lisa gently levered the swim suit bottom away from the little girl's body, letting it slide across the back of her hands, until it came to rest around Carrie's hips a few centimeters below her crotch. Lisa gazed at Carries bare pudenda, marveling at how closely they resembled her own in both size and shape. "I think we missed a spot with the sunblock, Carrie. Should I put some there?" "Please, yes, Lisa, oh yes...." Lisa almost came at the sound of the innocent desire in Carrie's voice. Lisa slowly coated the little girl's vulva with baby oil, lightly running her fingers over Carries's genitalia, pausing often to gently squeeze and softly rub her labia. Laying her middle finger along the little girl's vaginal cleft, she nestled it gently between Carrie's labia with a rocking motion. Lisa was careful not to penetrate her, wanting to save that particular delight for later. Instead, Lisa continued to roll her finger from side to side, watching as Carrie's pre-coital lubrication began to slowly seep past her finger. God, she's close, thought Lisa. Let's go for it. Lisa pulled Carrie's suit bottom up, and refastened the bra across Carrie's li -- +--------------' 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> /