Message-ID: <3339eli$9708250928@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Bookman Subject: RP: Spamhater Decoded: Blackmailed Mother 12 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii 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: <3400A49A.399F@wolfenet.com> (Note: I am not the author; I am only the decoder. If you are the author, please email me. I'd like to get your name re-attached to your work.) BlkMthr.zip -- 12/16 The Blackmailed Mother Chapter 12 Sam Zeigler, for all of his aching desire to once more delve into the hot, tingling pussy of Mrs. Lonnie Carmel, wasn't able to drive to her house until the early afternoon. Business before pleasure, he ruefully had to admit, and there were many things to take care of at the Club Royale before he could break free. The girl performer from last night, for instance. She had been due for a bonus, after letting Fang, the German Shepherd, fuck her with his long animal penis during the show, but Zeigler had discovered that the girl was still moaningly delirious, almost insane from the perverted act, and he'd had to arrange for sanatarium care for her instead. Which was too bad, because she was a star attraction on his second-floor theater-of-the-lewd. They couldn't get over the different way different women reacted to Fang -- the lascivious, totally debauched wife of Martin Oliss, luscious blond-haired Cylvia, had nearly gone mad when she had let Fang fuck her, but in the opposite way; she couldn't get enough of the dog's immense wet shaft, and cried out for more, more! Idly, Zeigler wondered how Lonnie Carmel was going to react, when she met the carnally trained German Shepherd for the first time... And then there was an order of broken glasses to take care of and an explanation to his superior in Los Angeles why the weekly take wasn't its usual high figure... little things, but what with one thing and another, he didn't park his Cadillac El Dorado in the tract-house driveway of the Roger Carmel home until after one o'clock. Lonnie, black-haired and eyes swollen with fear and regret, tremblingly answered the door. She meekly let him in and the gangster had a hard time controlling his cock from leaping into full erection just at the clothed sight of the lovely wife. She was as delicate as an orchid, and her eyes were half-lidded and sensually downcast, and it was obvious that she'd spent the torturous hours while she agonizingly had been waiting by drinking... Good, good... Lonnie was in a disparaging, irrational state of panic; the frozen kind, in which the body is too confused and terrified to really plan out a course of action, and now facing the gruff, not unhandsome but craggily ruthless face of the sneering gangster she was ready to bolt and run past him, out into the quiet Saturday afternoon suburban street, screaming at the top of her lungs for help... but then her desire to protect herself, her marriage, her family occurred to her and she stifled her first impulse. "Come in," she said softly, with a choking catch to her normally smooth, warm voice, "come in, Mr. Zeigler. I -- I expected you before now." "Business, Lonnie," he said, grinning and entering the foyer. "And call me Sam. After all, we're good friends. Intimate friends," he added with a snicker. He threw his hat on the hall table and rubbed his hands together, eager to get down to business. The trembling, misery-and-guilt-laden wife of Roger Carmel felt unsteady, and the room swayed as she stepped with him into the living room. She'd had too much to drink, she knew that, but she'd hope that the headiness the scotch gave her would act as a blessed covering over her naked shame, and she felt naked under his lascivious gaze, naked and dirty, even though she had showered twice and was wearing a dress. Perhaps it was the black brassiere and panties. The very thought of what he had so pruriently demanded her to wear, had made abundantly obvious on the phone this morning would excite him to see, was the implied filth crawling over her white, satin smooth skin... She took a seat on the low couch, aware that her shapely legs were provocatively exposed to his gleaming, salacious vision, and as she looked up at his reddening face and saw how hard he was breathing, there was no more doubt in her mind as to his intentions. Sam Zeigler was after only one thing: her body. The gangster walked slowly around her and sat down close to her thigh, leering at her ripe, quaking form, his lips glistening with saliva and his left eye ticked slightly from his obvious anticipation. "Now, Lonnie, let's consider you and me," he said softly. "I want something you've got, and you want me to give you something in return. I think a straight trade can be arranged very easily. Don't you?" "Mr. Zeigler -- Sam," she said hastily, catching the fire in his eyes, "Sam, I love my family.. I want to forget about what happened between us last night... I've never been with any other man except my husband before... please let me alone." "You joke," Sam replied, his voice cool and contemptuous. "A great deal of money was spent on you last night, and I don't like throwing money away. I like to get a return for my investment, and damnit, you're going to work it off, let me tell you." Lonnie stared wild-eyed at the sweating, greedy gangster, his beady eyes glowing like burnished wet olives in their sockets as he devoured her full, rich body. "Money... I'll pay you back. I'll give you money," the hapless wife babbled. "How... how much?" "I don't want your money," Zeigler spat with a cruel smirk. "No, I want you, Mrs. Carmel, you and your wild-ass, swinging body." "Oh, God," Lonnie Carmel moaned and fell back against the couch, her whole body displayed to this evil underworld leader, her skirt hiking up to expose most of her slim, young, milk-white thighs. "I can't make love to you again, Mr. Zei -- Sam, I just can't!" "Yes, you can," Zeigler coaxed, thick lips shining as he licked them. "And you will. God, you're too beautifully built not to, for Christ's sake. I'm going to really enjoy this little swap." Lonnie's mind whirled from the scotch and the humiliation of sitting beside this vile, depraved man while he uttered his degrading monologue of lurid demands, and frantically she attempted one last desperate act of bravado in the faint hope that she could scare him into silence and letting her free from his evil bondage. She looked at him, steeling herself to be cold, her courage spurred by the overdose of liquor and her desperation. "If you don't leave right now, Sam, I'm going to call the police. You're trying to blackmail me in the most despicable way imaginable, and that's against the law. You'll be arrested as a sex offender, I bet, on top of blackmail and coercion, and in this state that means even after you serve your prison sentence, you have to always report to the police in every town you live in. You'll lose your license to operate that dirty nightclub of yours and you'll be out of a job and --" His harsh, biting laughter cut off her threats like an axe through a piece of kindling wood. "Don't be so damned naive, Lonnie. You think I could operate without the cops knowing about what I do? Do you know that the county deputy sheriffs deliver my bootleg in the trunk of their cruisers at night, and the mayor, two councilmen and the chief of police himself not only take cuts, but were at the performance last night? You think they'd do anything about your accusations, even if they believed you -- you, who willingly came to my club and joined in the fun?" Zeigler chortled at the young, tear-streaked wife and dropped his hand down between her clenched, defensively resisting thighs. "Lonnie, I'm going to fuck you and fuck you good, or otherwise I'll ruin you." Lonnie had to face the stark, cold fact that there was no other choice if she wanted him to always keep what she had done a deep secret from her husband and daughter, and if she didn't do as he commanded, she would lose Roger and be castigated beyond belief. Her hips and rounded buttocks jumped at his familiar, decadent touch, but she didn't protest as Zeigler's hand slid her dress up her front until his cool, grasping finger tips suddenly came into hot, searing contact with her thinly covered flesh. She squirmed back a little, whimpering helplessly as he slipped one finger under the tight elastic band of her erotic panties and gently teased the narrow, sensitive slit of her vagina, parting her soft raven-hued pubic hair and tickling her throbbing tiny clitoris. She sucked in her breath tightly, trying to hold back her overwhelming urge to hit and scratch the gangster's gloating, blood-infused face, to pick up a knife and plunge it through the ice-water heart of this insidiously corrupting man. But she couldn't; all she could do was sprawl helplessly while Zeigler roamed his hands over her body at will, building up to the final, most indecent liberty of all, and a cascade of tears once more poured her mortification and sickness down over her trembling cheeks. "Spread your legs, Lonnie," Zeigler breathed harshly. "Big Daddy Sam wants to see those pretty black panties stretched over your pussy." "Oh God, no, not here. Don't make me do it here," she pleaded softly. "My daughter might come home and catch us." Sam Zeigler, well aware that her daughter wouldn't be home, that Jennifer Carmel was at the home of Stan Lubin getting gang-fucked by some of the boy's friends, didn't tell the distraught woman that lewd fact. Instead, he removed his hands and stood up, pulling her upright and giving the now totally capitulating wife a moment to smooth her dress down. "You're right, Lonnie baby. We'll fuck in your bedroom." The full impact of his evilness hit Lonnie then. He was going to force her to make love on her own marital bed! On the same sheets where she had so often taken the warm and loving embrace of her husband, Roger! Sam Zeigler couldn't possibly find a more despicable way of debauching her, truly crush her slightest mental resistance, but the wretched young wife allowed Zeigler to lead her down the hall to her sacrosanct bedroom, shocked into surrender by the utter baseness and brutal obscenity of the gangster. How could he do such things? He wasn't human. "Now, come on, Lonnie-baby, get that dress off and let's see you in the nude," Zeigler grunted, and before she even had time to react, he was unbuttoning his own clothes. She watched him strip, frozen trancelike in horror as his thick penis stood out from beneath his slight paunch like a heavy, blunt spear, and he grinned lewdly at her and stroked his massive uncircumcised shaft back and forth, taunting her. "Like that, Lonnie? Remember it from last night?" Lonnie tried to speak, but no sound came from her constricted, parched throat. Against her will, her eyes dropped again to his hard, fleshy cock that he was holding in his hand, and she knew that there was no possible escape. The crude gangster was going to ravish her defenseless body no matter what she did or tried, and she was alone and completely at his mercy -- and she was well aware now that he had no mercy in him to give. Only lust and sadism. "Are you going to take that dress off or do I do it for you?" Zeigler snarled, reaching out his thick, meaty hand, and with a sudden jerk he drew her hard against him, his erect and throbbing prick ramming her in the belly painfully. He snaked his hand around her body and in one swift downward motion unzipped her dress; Lonnie could feel the cool rush of the afternoon air against her naked skin as he slid the garment from her shoulders, and then she heard him mutter in lusty appreciation as the dress fluttered to the carpeted floor. He dropped in front of her, his knees thumping hard against the floor, and while she swayed above him, he hooked his fingers in the elastic band of her black lacy panties and pulled them down slowly over the softness of her round, full buttocks, letting them drop with her dress in a skimpy pile on the floor. "Don't... don't take off your brassiere," he ordered in a panting voice, his gasps having a wheezy quality to them as if he was laboring with an asthma attack. "It... it turns me on with you like this!" She stood before him, humiliatingly naked except for the black cups of thin material surrounding her white, quivering breasts, and she almost lost her balance when she felt the sudden wet contact of his glistening lips pressing tightly into the nude, flesh of her soft, vaginal area. Her soft, dark pubic hair grazed his cheeks and he spread her pink, moist pussy lips with his fingers and flicked his lizardlike tongue into the sheath of the softly pulsating slit. The beautiful fear-crazed wife jumped from the electrifying assault on her female genitals, falling backwards, the edge of the double bed catching her behind the knees, and she sprawled with a soul-searing moan on the mattress, flat on her back, her thighs inadvertently wide as she landed. Zeigler pounced on the bed and caught her by her ankles before she could close her legs; she struggled, but it was a one-sided battle, and then she relaxed, offering all of her pink, hair-fringed cunt to his salacious and greedy eyes, knowing that she would have to give in eventually, and that there was nothing left now but the horrible submission to the gangster's every obscene whim. Her body was a helpless toy to be abused as he wanted, and he would only cease his animalistic quest for satisfaction after he'd exploded his hot liquid sperm inside her soft and resilient belly. "On... on your knees, Lonnie-baby," Zeigler groaned, his licentious excitement aroused beyond belief by the mere sight of her voluptuous body. Her inspiring nudity with her erotic, pleasure filled thighs, perfectly formed hips and legs, trembling, begging vaginal lips -- never in Zeigler's debauched life had he seen such perfection! "On your knees..." he husked impatiently. "Why?" the bitterly humiliated young wife mewled. "What... what are you going to do to me?" "Just a little fun, Lonnie-baby," Zeigler crooned hoarsely. "Don't you worry none. You're going to get the ride of your life, because Big Daddy Sam here loves to fuck ass." Ass! He wants to put his giant penis up my anus, to clam in my rectum! Lonnie had prepared herself a little bit, as much as she could, for any thing he had wanted of her -- but this, this sodomy between her buttocks wasn't human! It wasn't right! He couldn't mean what he said, he was only trying to frighten her further, to make her crawl and plead with him. He wouldn't dare make love to her there, like some rutting animal! Rough hands suddenly pressed against her firm, hot flesh, Zeigler's massive paws digging into the resilient, protesting skin of her buttocks and thighs, leaving painful red marks of his clawing fingertips. "I said turn over, bitch!" he snarled impatiently. "Turn over, or by God, I'll break your arms!" Whimpering, sucking back her desire to cry out in torment and horror, Lonnie Carmel obeyed, rolling over and then kneeling with her head pressed tightly into the sheets, her frail little hands clutching desperately at a pillow for support, the full, white moons of her buttocks stretching up in sacrificial offering to the lewdly uncontrollable gangster. God! Zeigler heatedly thought, my balls are aching... and he longed to thrust forward, into the narrow teasing slit of the clenched, soft crevice between her quivering cheeks. But he knew that this was the moment for the conquest of her mind, now that the first stage of physical submission had been successfully breeched, and the change of spirit was best accomplished with softness. He slid to his knees behind her wavering white buttocks, leaned forward and planted a warm, wet kiss with his thick, slavering lips on the thin, pink folds of flesh which covered her protruding vagina, and he felt her quiver and heard her groan slightly as her body trembled from his moist contact. Then he ran his long, wet tongue slowly and teasingly down the full length of her tightly clenched crevice, and with gleaming eyes, perceived that the submissive wife slowly let the straining muscles of her inner thighs relax and the beginning formation of aroused moisture gleaming on the soft pubic curls lining her cuntal lips as Lonnie let her buttock cheeks slip wider and wider apart. Lonnie had geared her mind to the fighting of pain and subjugation, but not the softness and pleasure she was feeling now as Zeigler pressed his open mouth hard against the pink lips of her vaginal slit and thrust his tongue deep inside the smooth, fleshy folds of her gently throbbing cunt mouth. She squirmed slightly, and he tightened his hands on her buttocks so she couldn't slide from him, and then he began to work the whole inner crevice, sucking and licking at it crazily as her buttocks throbbed and swayed around his face. The unexpected switch from brutality to caressing tenderness had, in spite of her vow not to succumb physically to his rapacious demands caught her off guard, and she sensed a great weight being released from around her constricted heart and soul, and unconsciously, the unbelievable relief that follows such lifting of a burden began to allow her body to respond sexually. "Ahhhh," Jenny Carmel's young mother sighed as slowly she found herself being unwillingly but irresistibly drawn into desiring more delicious and lewd sucklings of her loins, and from deep within her belly and flowering, palpitating cunt came strange, magical stirrings of tingling ecstasy. She shivered as the heat of spasming lust first started small and then grew with the impetus caused by Zeigler's curling and flicking wet tongue imbedded up between her thighs until she couldn't help but screw her buttocks back against his wildly licking face, her taut hip muscles making them hollow and contract around the sides of his cheeks. She was unable to prevent herself from writhing and churning in a lascivious dance of ravishment as the gangster licked and sucked at her with a greedy, untamed lust that threatened to drive both of them crazy. Her wide-splayed cunt surrendered completely to Zeigler, for in a gasp of dazed, purely emotional reaction, Carmel's terror-stricken and humiliated wife no longer even wanted to resist the hot, teasing swirlings of tongue, mouth and lips in her swaying vaginal crevice, and her pussy secreted lubrications which ran in warm trickles down her inner legs and over the oscillating cheeks of Zeigler. The depraved gangland leader lapped up her sexual secretions, adding them to his own saliva as he teasingly bathed her cunt and the tiny puckered sphincter ring of her defenseless, fully exposed anus. Zeigler sensed from the wild abandoned tempo of her body that she had capitulated mind, body and soul, and knew instinctively that it was time... time to ram his burgeoning cock into her innocent, softly working rectum, its tiny, tender opening now well lubricated. He raised up behind her buttocks on his knees and taunted her cunt with the violently quivering head of his blood raging cock, her helpless little whimpers drifting back to him as he ran its insinuating tip between her wide-splayed pussy lips. She was moaning incessantly as he wormed the first, small portion of his blunt cock-head into her anus with a slight pop as the tiny puckered mouth gave way to his pressure. "Oooooooh, God!" he heard her groan down into the pillow but still continued his constant penetration of her viscous-coated rectal channel until the entire length of his massive penis was being submerged up inside in slow, tormenting inches. Zeigler doubted whether the lovely, now completely conquered young housewife really was aware that he was going to fully penetrate her asshole and he grinned lewdly to himself and wormed more of his large cock into her snugly tight aperture, savoring with pleasure the clenching fist of her burning entrails as they closed over his thick penis like a custom-made fleshy glove. And then, he gave a quick hip-thrusting stab, seething with the knowledge born of experience and intuition that the devastated mind of the wife beneath him could only flash signals that it was all right... that it had to be all right, because she could say nothing else to counteract the rape of her back sides. Lonnie thought crazily, it's all right... it's all right... as his passion-inflamed cock ground its way through the vainly resisting barriers of her clutching anal muscles. Then suddenly she felt as if she was filled with a telephone pole, and a warning spasm that her tortured body was being ripped open, her belly painfully bursting at the seams, flooded her brain. "AAAAAAggggggg!" she cried out deliriously, "God, nooooo... it hurts! It's going to kill me!" She tried to pull away, but she was too fully impaled now by his tremendously throbbing penis, and Zeigler held her fast by the buttocks and rammed in some more. He grinned excitedly: Of course it hurt her. It was supposed to hurt... at first! His penis moved forward inexorably, and he thrust his thighs forward until she could barely think for the pain. "Push back!" he commanded. "Push back, you hot little bitch!" She did, for she knew that every way was agony, and she opened her ass that final inch because she had been so ordered and stretched her quivering, tortured buttocks wider until she thought she would die. Zeigler's vicious prick surged into the full confines of her back passage until his balls slapped harshly against the wetness of her up-turned vaginal slit, and then crooning with delight, the gangster began to fuck rhythmically and mercilessly in and out. He watched as he kneeled above her white moon-shaped bottom, seeing the reddish skin of her round little anus draw back with his cock, grasping it as if it didn't want him to leave. At first the pressure had been almost unbearable, but now it was just tight and warm, the type of squeeze which always promised to draw his sperm out of his testicles with the ferocity of a sucking whirlpool. He thrust forward again, hearing a howling cry of pain tear from the grimacing lips of the Jenny's mother's wide-open mouth, and his cock tingled with fire. He would cum soon, and he wanted to feel his torrent of semen surging into her beautiful white, once proud buttocks. That would be the ultimate subjugation! "My God! My God!" Lonnie screamed. "You're killing me! My husband will kill you for this!" Zeigler laughed cruelly. "Are you planning to tell him, Lonnie-baby? If you do, I'll have to tell him all about last night," he taunted, and stroked more rapidly into her anus hard and fast, battering her defenseless, tormented thighs with his hips. Lonnie groaned loudly with the agony, and then moaned abjectly as Zeigler added: "Don't forget, bitch, that this is your husband's house, you husband's own bed... and I'm fuckin' you in the ass in it! You think he would ever touch you again, your preciously upright husband?" Lonnie dug her nails into her palms and bit her lower lip as the lashing of his words stung her mind insensate. But for all her humiliation and tearful misery over the situation to which she had allowed herself to fall prey, she began to sense that his rape of her anal passage was not as painful as it had been when he first thrust his cock in. There was an odd mixture of stimulation joining in, and the constant plunging was now more a discomfort than torture, and she felt strangely wet between her buttocks and throbbing vaginal lips below -- wet and morbidly ashamed, for she was being sodomized and knew it, and yet the pain was weirdly turning enjoyable. She tried to concentrate on this horrid, perverted response of hers, but Zeigler thrust a buttock-splitting jolt into her just then and astonished, she found that she automatically squirmed back on his fleshy shaft, heaving and undulating her body, moving her buttocks in tiny, welcoming circles. Roger Carmel's wife couldn't halt the maddening excitement which was starting to reach her through the torment of muscle and flesh, and a violent shudder rippled through her, and she fell to mumbling unintelligibly, wiggling her thighs salaciously back against his pounding cock, unable to comprehend what was seething through her body. But too dizzyingly numbed by her overwhelming growth of unquenchable lust-fire to question it. She could feel the increasing wetness back in the crevice of her buttocks and try as she might, she couldn't feel her initial pain any longer -- but only the wetness and Zeigler's magnificent cock pummeling her battered rectum and smoothly widened anus. Lonnie dropped her shoulders to the bed, raising her buttocks and gleaming thighs higher in the air so that the hungrily surging penis could fuck up into her heaving belly more deeply. Sam Zeigler, seeing her obscene acceptance to his cruel fucking of her backsides, was drawn on like an infused satyr. He watched her beautiful profile as the wife's complexion flushed to a crimson red and her hair strewed down over her forehead, and Lonnie Carmel unashamedly shook her head from side to side like a mad-woman, her teeth bared, her breasts jiggling. She was his! A slave, submitting at will! He reached down and pulled the soft, pliant cheeks of her thinly perspiring buttocks wide apart and drove his cock into her with hard, ramming jerks, his aching testicles slapping against her quivering flesh below with resounding whaps, heavy with the sperm which had to be emptied soon or burst from the excruciatingly delicious pressure. "Fuck back harder!" he yelled at her. "Fuck back!" "Oooohhhhh, yes... yes." Roger Carmel's now wanton wife hissed to the gangster sodomizing her. "Fuck me harder tooooo!" Her sudden lewd response was too much! Sam Zeigler threw back his head and blurted: "I'm cuuuuummmmiiinnnggggg!" He thrust his cock's full expanded length into her wide stretched, defenseless anus and his body jerked convulsively, his mouth hanging slack, his vision clouded as he clawed at her buttocks with harsh grasping fingers, pulling her moist, fevered crevice even farther apart to receive the full blast of his orgasm. Lonnie felt the first torrents of his hot, white cum splash up into the depths of her open rectum, surging through her desire-wrenched belly with the force of a fire-hose stream. The delectable sensation touched off her own climax -- a climax which she would have stoutly and angrily denied could happen only short moments before and she creamed out her spiraling pinnacle of release in a vast flow of rising female juices as pleasure ran rampant through her; she shivered from the welcomed congealing of his hot, sticky sperm with her orgiastic secretions as together they pooled around the throbbing crevice of her wide-split buttocks and the open slit of her still pulsating cunt. Then Sam Zeigler withdrew his rapidly shrinking penis from inside her deflowered, sodomized rectum and fell over with a deep, satisfied sigh on the bed covers. Lonnie, unable to support herself, her every muscle trembling from sheer exhaustion, collapsed beside the gangster and lay on her belly, her throbbing body falling into an obscene spread-eagle position, her legs still splayed wide. Then, a few moments later, her passion-clouded mind cleared in the wake of her played-out sexual ecstasy, shame and revulsion once more inundated her passion-fogged mind, causing tears to once more blur and darken her swollen, guilty eyes and dribble down her cheeks to soak into the sheets. Dear God, forgive me... I must be sick!... I had to submit, but there is no excuse for allowing myself to desire him... I actually wanted him to perform that bestial act on me... Oh God, let me die, let me die...! Sam Zeigler rolled closer and put his arm around her sobbing waist, and through her still partially glazed pupils, the self-loathing wife saw that he was smiling in lewd triumph. "That was fine, Lonnie-baby. As fine as I've ever had," he complimented, showing his pearly, even teeth. "You mustn't grow morbid or sulky on me; a good fuck in the ass never hurt any girl, and you have to admit you really turned on something fierce by my cock up your asshole. Let me rest for a minute, and then I'll fuck you in the cunt, like I did last night." The completely crushed wife of Roger Carmel, submissive in her obeisance to the gangster's superiority over her, shut her eyes tightly as his filthy words sent a wave of sickening nausea coursing through her. She was caught in an abominable trap and there was no way out, no where to turn. She had to protect herself, and Roger must never know how badly she had broken her wifely promise of fidelity. "Later on, we'll go down to my club, Lonnie baby," Zeigler continued, his hand now fondling unhampered with her moist, red, quivering vagina. "Yeah, we'll go down there... after we stop by a house and pick up something. I think you'll get a real big surprise at what we're going to pick up, too." The gangster's chuckle was obscene, and Lonnie trembled at the lurid thought of what that "surprise" might be -- but she never even considered in the most dark, forbidden recesses of her trepidations that what Zeigler was going to pick up was Jennifer, her own daughter, who would also be in a somnambulistic state of sexual satiation. -- +--------------' 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> /