Message-ID: <13474eli$9807300149@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: dez187lm@hotmail.com (H.D. Meister) Subject: {ASSM} Story: Terror At 00:01 - terror.txt [1/1] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6pl709$a4d$13@solaris.cc.vt.edu> Greetings. Here is another story from the Mind of H.D. Meister. If you are not at least 18 or live in a community which does not allow adult material, DO NOT READ THIS. Post freely, archive and critique as you will so long as the work is not altered in any way, you do not gain a profit from my work, and all due credit is given to the author: me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Terror at 00:01 By: H.D. Meister (dez187lm@hotmail.com) It's done. After all that time, I can't really believe it's finally over It was a long time in coming, and I'm glad I'll never have to go through that again. Once was enough for this kid. It all started when I told my best friend that I was still a virgin. He came close to choking on his beer; I don't think he's ever seen a twenty-one year old male who was willing to admit to having that affliction. He asked me about Maggie, and I told him the truth: sex simply hadn't come up. Which brought about the usual banter we went through, including the jokes about that not being the only thing which hadn't come up. We were at a frat party. The beer was good and the tunes were passable. I could tell that there would be quite a few one-night-stands, especially since I saw a few women whom I knew frequented frat parties for the sole purpose of picking up the drunkest bastard still breathing. I set my limit at two beers and was about half way through the second one when the night decided it was time for a bit more fun than the students were used to having. The first fight broke out when one woman apparently spotted her boyfriend. I guess he wasn't supposed to be there. When she clocked him in the jaw, I figured that it was time for me and Joe, my friend, make our exit. We made our way to the back just in time to see two women start throwing hands. One I knew, and figured that the fight would end quickly; she was a tough bird from my home town. Too bad I didn't see the other girl's friends. Joe and I beat feet just in time; the sound of approaching cops and the flashing blue lights had ended that party. Once we were clear of that, Joe suggested another party. This one was more private, which meant there was bound to be open drug use. Now normally I try to avoid those if at all possible, but I went with him. When we got there, we made our way to the keg. It was then that I spotted Maggie and Helen. I knew Helen was friends with many of the drugged-out crowd, but I was beginning to wonder why my girlfriend went with her. Helen didn't make it a secret that she occasionally smoked pot, nor did Maggie shy away from her drug-free stance. Stranger things had happened, however, and I stood my ground. No need in getting mad, especially since that meant explaining what I was doing there. When she noticed I was there, I saw her smile. It was a smile I had never seen on her face before, and I didn't quite know how to react to it. That's when Joe saw her and Helen. "I think you're about to lose that albatross on your neck, chummer," he whispered. I knew that tone, and didn't like it one bit. Whenever he called me chummer, I was about to get into trouble. Not that hanging with Joe didn't guarantee some type of trouble. I still wonder what Alexis would have done with that huge strap-on dildo, German shepherd and bowl of fruit to poor Joe if I hadn't gotten worried and barged in. I made my way to Maggie. Helen glanced at me, then rose to make her way to Joe. I watched her walk past me. She was a lesbian, and right damned vocal about it. But I always wondered if she would ever consider giving a man a try. I figured that she wasn't a dick-virgin... a lesbian who had never fucked an actual male dick... but didn't know how faithful she was to being a lesbian. When I saw her grab Joe's crotch, I knew he was about to have the chance he'd always talked about: converting a lesbian. Too bad for Helen. "Let's take a walk, Mike." Maggie had appeared beside me. I looked into her eyes and saw what can only be described as a devilish light. I was about to open my mouth when I saw two guys openly stroking each other's dicks. Great... Joe had lead me right into a drug filled orgy. Just like him. Hope he doesn't remember too much; I'd hate to have to talk him out of killing the guy who tried to fuck him up the ass or suck his dick. I left to the wet sounds of lips on flesh. What parts of flesh I really don't want to know. Maggie and I made our way to her apartment. It was a good fifteen minute walk, and we had plenty to talk about. I'd spent the entire week with my head buried in one textbook after another. We hadn't spoken all week, and had a few tales to tell. But I wasn't really paying attention to her words; something else held my attention. Maggie was always the type of woman who was more at ease with me when we were at least eight to ten inches apart. Yeah... highly technical talk, but that's how she was and it matched me perfectly. Too close and I'm sure she could feel how horny I got whenever we were alone. So when she wrapped her arm around my waist the entire way to her apartment, my mind began swirling. I was raised in the Projects. You learn to be paranoid, especially when changes hit suddenly. Major changes you don't worry about; that simply means that someone with money is sticking their noses in where it doesn't belong. It's those subtle alterations to the suit that make the man as the saying goes. It would have been easy to assign her change to alcohol, but I just knew something else was behind this. When she let me inside first, I didn't think twice. I knew her habits like my own. She would lock the door, turn on the lights, then sit across from me. She locked the door, but lit several candles instead of lighting up the livingroom with the blinding array of lights she and Helen had set up. Then she sat on the love seat and watched me. I may be a virgin, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid. Joe was right; I was not going to be a virgin by the time the sun rose in the morning. But that doesn't mean I abandoned everything I was. I mean... I was partially drunk and so was she. Even though we were a couple, that didn't mean that I was going to go through with having sex with my girl while drunk. I still have some Southern Gentleman in me. When I joined her, she once again wrapped an arm around my waist. This time she took to pulling my shirt out of my jeans and began tracing lazy circles on my flesh. I was about to get laid for the first time, and I was acting like a total idiot. My hands were clammy and I couldn't catch my breath. And Jake... that's what I call dick: Jake the Snake (OK... I'll admit it... I WATCH PRO-WRESTLING! SUE ME!!)... was ready for some action. And that's when the terror hit me. I've heard all of the horror stories from the women I knew about their first times. The guy either came too fast and was done for the year or he was horrible in bed. I knew enough to know that I'd better have some plan of attack for my first time. Too bad I didn't listen to my dad when he said that a planned first time is one of two things: doomed to be bad or destined to fall flat the fuck apart. But there I was, moments away from my first sexual encounter, and I didn't know what the fuck to do! All of those years of planning went straight to hell in a flower petal laced hand basket. Thank God for women and the mind of the dick. When she placed her head on my shoulder, I immediately got this vision of her head in my lap, lips around my dick. I began smiling as the image played out, and I think she sensed it. I got the proof I needed when she shifted positions. Now she was laying curled up with her head on my lap. There's no way she could miss my boner. But what was I supposed to do with my hands? Well.... ask a stupid question. One hand, the one which had been on the back of the loveseat, decided it wanted to know what her skin felt like. So it did. I still think God was the one who kept me from blowing off in my jeans; her skin was so soft and felt damned good. Warm... vibrant... I wanted to taste it. I forced those images out of my head with every ounce of strength I could beg borrow or steal. If I lost a load now, who knows how long it would have been before Jake decided to rise again. That's when she moaned. It was so soft that I almost missed it. Jake didn't; he felt it rumble through him and I just knew I was in deep trouble of being one of those virgin horror stories. Even though I had tossed off before hitting the first party, I just knew Jake would lose his composure. I got really bold after regaining a bit of control and let my hand travel over her stomach. I tried to use a light touch, but I don't know if I actually managed to pull that one off. We stayed that way for a while. I was just happy to get this far, although I'm sure Jake had other thoughts on the matter. Apparently so did Maggie. The next thing I remember seeing is that dark twinkle in her eyes as she straddled my hips. If Jake had a voice, I'll bet everyone within three states could have heard his shout. With only four pieces of cloth between him and Paradise, he was more than ready. Wish I could have said the same; I was too busy trying to think of reasons why we should not have sex. Of course the first thing I though about was my intoxicated state. By then, however, I was beginning to wonder how drunk I was... and how drunk she was. With that excuse out the window, I was left with morals and the rest of the parent-induced bullshit. Not that they gave me the cure-all I needed. I've kissed Maggie countless times, but that one kiss was worth all of the others, the ones to come, and several million in unmarked non-sequential twenties plus change. Pure electricity! And I was beginning to react, or at least my body was. My hands decided to find out if the rest of her body was as soft as that small area it knew. I am pleased to report that it was, and even more exciting. When she pulled my shirt off of me I felt a slight twinge of fear. She'd seen me only while clothed; the natural product was not up to snuff (I judge my body by the well defined bodies of a few professional wrestlers. Again... SUE ME!!). But I passed her inspection, judging by the smile which spread slowly across her face. Then she began removing her shirt, a task it seemed I wanted the honor of doing. My hands replaced hers as the shirt went up. Ever felt the anticipation of Christmas Morning? Imagine that multiplied by infinity and you'll come half way close to what I felt like. Every inch of her body that came into view was like another present Santa had left me. I'd been a good boy; I just hope he doesn't see what I'm about to do with Maggie... he won't even bother with lumps of coal next time. Man... if anyone needs any proof of God, I'll send them pictures of Maggie in a lace bra... when Hell freezes over. There ought to be a law against anything THAT beautiful! Perfectly formed and capped with nipples just the right size for a hungry mouth. My mouth. Listen to me!! Here I am, trying to do two things which are mortal enemies: fight lust and give in to lust. On the one had I have the chance to lose my virginity to the woman I love.. How fucking romantic can you get? Even if our relationship hits the bricks, I will at least have the satisfaction of knowing that I lost my virginity to the woman I loved. But there's this blasted honor crap to deal with. I don't believe that any man who is drunk, no matter how sober he thinks he his, has the right to even touch a woman. I don't care if she did give you the green light... NO! And if she's also drunk, then it goes double. So guess which one won. I do give myself credit here. I didn't just plaster my face against a tit and suck like a vacuum cleaner on steroids. I actually went for a bead of sweat which was making its way between her breasts. AND I actually licked it off of her without making too much contact with her flesh. But she made contact... she gripped the back of my head and smashed my face into that warm cleft. Now I know why breast fed babies grow up so healthy. But Jake... man I honestly didn't believe how hard he was! It hurt!!! And there was only one thing which would ease the pain: a health dose of dancing the horizontal shuffle. Then I remembered: I DIDN'T HAVE A CONDOM! Well... I had my excuse now. Too bad I was this close. Oh well... maybe I could go see what Joe was doing... or trying to keep from doing. But the Man Upstairs had his shit together that night. So there I was, ready to tell Maggie that I didn't have a condom when she got off of me. It seemed like she was having second thoughts, but I made the mistake of looking into her eyes. That gleam had only gotten brighter, which meant she had been prepared for that excuse. She took my hand and I followed her into her room. She let go long enough to light a few more candles, then stood in front of me in jeans and a bra. I knew what I had to do, but that didn't mean that I was going to be any good at it. Taking off clothes is easy... if they're yours. Try peeling off a woman's clothes when you have no idea exactly how to do it and you're horny as all get out. It ain't the easiest thing to do. I had a bitch of a time, which was complicated by the fact that her pants sported the zipper in the back. Had to be designed by some sadistic man-hater. And who the fuck decided that g-strings were sexy? If you ask me, they just piss the man off to the point where he's gonna try to get laid. There wasn't enough fabric to even try to hide the... bald? Oh man... My dad told me that a bald beaver was the best; no hairs to suck from between your teeth. Well... it was time to see if my old man was right or just perverted. Guess he was right. Even though Maggie's was the first cunt I ever tasted, I knew I would never like hair on one. Even through her panties I could taste the difference. Pure nectar without any other fillers. And the sounds she was making were raw and erotic. And it was all because of me. I didn't have a clue as to what to do, but I figured that it was similar to eating fine cuisine. Take you time and enjoy the food. And what was Maggie doing? Pulling my ears off and muttering in some language. Not that I was paying any attention; I had found something good and didn't want to stop. I even managed to remove the g-string without removing my tongue from her skin. With that out of the way, I was free to let my tongue and lips go nuts, and they did just that. Sadly, all good things must come to an end. She yanked me to my feet and dragged my jeans off of me. I knew what she might want to do, but didn't know if she would do it or how it would feel. I've heard how great a blowjob was supposed to feel, but I really didn't like it all that much. Don't get me wrong; it was relaxing. But I really didn't get anything out of it Of course the growls and grunts I made would have said otherwise, but they don’t count. That was nothing more than primal urges which had found an outlet. When I looked down after a while I saw her beginning to place the condom over Jake. This was it. The moment of truth. I was about to get laid for the first time. Part of me wanted to ram Jake inside of hr and get it over with as soon as possible. Another wanted to savor the moment for as long as Jake could stand the pleasure. I couldn't decide which to do. That's when she took hold of Jake and lead me towards the bed. My stomach was twisted in knots as I tried to remember those plans. Bits and pieces came back to me, but nothing solid ever stayed more than the briefest of moments. The next thing I was totally aware of was being on top of Maggie. She still held Jake and was slowly guiding him home. The first touch of latex wrapped virgin dick against wet cunt has to be one of God's most perfect creations. Then I actually penetrated the soft folds and entered her fully. I couldn't help it; I thrust Jake home with one stroke. The power which flowed through my body was overwhelming, and the celebration inside of my head at knowing I was no longer a virgin was close to riot scale. I didn't even consider that I might hurt her until I heard her gasp loudly. And that's also when I began to wonder about something which I had not even given a moment's thought to. Was she a virgin? Yeah. Totally like a guy to wonder this after he's balls deep in a girl. Give me a break!! I was horny. She was horny. I was a virgin. I loved her. There's nothing more that needs to be said about it. But that doesn't mean I’m a monster looking for its next meal or anything. I actually withdrew, slowly, and looked down. In the sparse light from the candles I could just make out the faint redness. Holy flaming dogshit on an inverted cross! She WAS a virgin! Way to go; I just broke her cherry. Smoothness. I felt like a total scumbag. It was her first time as well and what did I do? Was a gentleman? Did I try to make it special? Hell no; all I could think about was getting my first piece of ass under the belt. Guess I'd joined the ranks of guys who shattered all of those romantic vision about a woman's first time. Oh well... no need to stop now. Might as well try to make the best of what I was given. When I looked up, I knew I was going to say something stupid like, "I'm Sorry. I didn't know." I expected her face to be twisted in pain. Wrong; she was smiling. Talk about weirdness! Here she was... smiling after having a part of her body literally torn to shreds. I was missing something, but I didn't have too much time to figure it out. She began moving her hips slowly and Jake joined in. I tired to stop him, but the sensations were filling my body and mind with pleasure. "It's OK," she whispered. I wasn't too sure about that, but it was her body. I was only there for the ride (I will NOT say I was using her body.) So there I was, half of my dick inside of her, and I was feeling great. I decided to try to enter again, this time WAY more slowly. She raised her hips to meet mine and I exhaled loudly. Now I know what all of the fuss is about. Sex feels great!! It took me a while before I got a good flow going, but it didn't look like she was in a hurry to be anywhere or do anything except enjoy the moment. Her hands roamed all over my body, which was wet with sweat. Sex may be great, but don't think for a spilt second that it ain't work. Don't expect to run a marathon if you're three hundred pounds of chewed bubblegum. I hadn't even gotten good and started yet and I was sweating more than a black man at a white woman's funeral. And then there are always God's little practical jokes. Like the queef. My dad tried to explain a queef to me one day. It was all clinical talk and I thought he was a cold-hearted bastard for thinking of it that way. Now I know why he did it that way. As long as man has been around, whenever anyone farts, there's bound to be laughter. A queef is no different. By the book, a queef is the sound made by escaping air trapped inside of a vagina. But when you hear one, laughter is about the only thing that hits you. And I also remember my mother's comment right after my discussion with dad. "Talkin' to ya, daddy!" I remember his smile, and I'm damned sure I had one just like it when I heard that sound. Maggie looked embarrassed, but I guess laughter has a way of getting to anyone. So sex could be fun and hard work as well. Looks like God hit the jackpot when he invented it. I knew I was having fun, and by the looks on Maggie's face, she was totally enjoying herself. That meant I was doing good so far. Maybe there was a chance for this first time to be one of the good ones... a few queefs aside. So I guess I should have seen what was about to hit me. I know the sensations which lets you know you're about to lose a load. But this one was not the tingle I am used to; this one stomped through me like a pissed off giant. And I forgot my father's first rule of sex: never fight the urge to blow. Thank goodness Maggie saw or felt what was going to happen and gripped my hips tightly. I stopped right then and there. But I was going to lose it; nothing could help that. Or... It worked!! One of these days I’m going to buy my dad a beer. He always said that the mind could overcome anything if you knew how to make it. One of his suggestions for a good friend of his who was, as he put it, a one hit wonder was to shock your system with something totally gross. Like grandma sitting on the toilet. One thought about that in this melon on my shoulders and the urge to cum was fading fast. And Jake was still hard!! Maggie slide from underneath me and crawled down onto the floor. Right in the middle of her room she stopped, still on her hands and knees. She turned her head towards me slowly and grinned. Now I probably should have just jumped her then an there, but I suffered from an acute sense of dread. Bent over as she was, Jake had two targets before him. Add in the shadows and a horny male and you have the perfect formula for ending a sack session quick-fast. Oh sure... simple logic said that the tight, dry hole was wrong, but that meant that I would have to be inside on it to know it. Not a good option. Maybe she'd let me know... gently. Fat chance; my luck ain't that great. But I did have an idea. Wetness would be my guide. I gripped Jake and stroked him gently, letting my hand get a feel for the wetness. I lost my concentration when I hear her moan in what I can only describe as a sexy way. I saw movement, and my eyes tracked it. She was playing with herself! The kid in me was totally freaked by what she was doing, and wanted to watch. The horny bastard in me wanted to watch for a while, then get to business. Either way, I WAS going to watch. So I watched her slide her fingers over her wet mound. I must have looked like an idiot, standing there with Jake in one hand and the other wiping my mouth. But I really didn't care; seeing her play with herself was almost as erotic as doing it myself. Doing it myself... I walked over to her, dropping to my knees with a loud thump. I saw her head turn towards me, but I didn't look into her eyes; I was glaring at the shiny drops of female gold that had formed on her fingers. I reached out to touch her, and something stopped me. It may sound foolish, but I was actually afraid that I would hurt her. Yeah... like having a one hundred seventy-five pound lust fueled dick blast inside of her didn't hurt. But I can do more damage with my hands than I can with Jake. One wrong twist of the finger and whatever success I may have managed to gain would quickly be butt fucked. And then I stopped. No real reason behind it; I just stopped. I withdrew my fingers and sat there for a moment looking at them. They glowed. I lifted my hand to my nose, eager to find out if all of those tales of it smelling like fish were true. It didn't. In fact, it smelled... feminine. And oh so exciting. It made my mouth water. Next thing I know I'm face front with her pussy. I knew what I was about to do, but didn't know HOW to do it. Never mind that a few moments ago I had done the exact same thing. Then I was eager to get between her legs. Now that I had been there, I was eager to show how "skilled" I was. Ice cream should taste so good! It was more meaty in flavor, and very delicious. So delicious that I went at her like a starving maniac. I gripped her hips and plastered my face between her thighs. I heard her say something, but was too into eating her to really listen. I may have missed something important, like "STOP!" If I did, then I guess this was one mark in the worst fuck column. I rose up, Jake in one hand and the other spreading her lower lips. I paused, trying to remember to find the wet hole. Should have also tried to stop from ramming Jake home; I MISSED!! Straight into her asshole. Smoothness to the n-th power. And did I have the common sense to stop once I hit the barrier of her clenched asshole? Hell NO! I wondered how it would feel having some big burly bastard named Bubba do this to me; I was certain she'd pitch unholy Hell and that would put me behind bars. Half of Jake was buried inside of her asshole before I managed to regain enough control top stop. I didn't have the guts to look at her, choosing to try to withdraw slowly and HOPE she didn't notice. Stupid, but give me a break! I was floundering here! The woman I loved was now impaled on about four inches of horny, freshly de-virginized dick, and it was crammed right up the Exit Only entrance! That's when she thrust herself back ONTO Jake. It had to be the alcohol. There's no way she could have enjoyed having her asshole filled. Only the sick fucks did that. And when the raw pleasure hit my nerves, I knew I was one of them. I figured that I was already royally screwed, so I fucked her asshole. Looking back, it made some kind of sense. if the condom busted, I would shoot inside of her asshole. No way for her to get pregnant. I was in the clear... minus the act itself. Yeah, I know. Just what you would expect from a man. Since I was already doomed, I thought that I would try to get her off. Maybe that would get me a point or two. One hand went for a nipple and the other went directly for her cunt. I found her clit by accident and twisted it GENTLY. Apparently, from the wails and moans and the way she moved her ass, I was on my way to getting at least one point. So I should have been ready. My father told me about the different types of orgasms. One lets you know well in advance that its gonna tear you a new asshole as it stomps a mud hole in the old one and walks it dry. That one gives you plenty of time to pull out. Another doesn't even bother; it just happens, and there ain't but two thing you can do: nothing and like it. Then there's the Phantom Orgasm. You think you're about to lose it... and nothing happens. I got the worst of the lot: The Master Controller. The master controller takes over EVERYTHING. Don't expect to pull out or even think in your native tongue. The only thing it does is fuck and fuck and fuck until the pleasure overloads your nerves. The old hump in the dog's back makes it return to the realm of men. I can't say exactly when I lost control, although I'm fairly sure it started when I took that first sip of beer. But there I was, having anal sex for the first time, and I was cumming.. Didn't stop fucking her, and damned sure didn't try to make sure Maggie came first. One minute I'm trying desperately not to enjoy the sensations, the next I'm shaking like someone stuck a power line up my ass and turned on the juice. Unholy sweating sac it felt good!! Too bad I was so enthralled that I didn't notice if Maggie was even pretending to enjoy it. Lots of people talk about the calm that comes after sex. I still think they're flapping their yaps; where the fuck was that calm after I fell on top of Maggie? The only thing I felt was panic. I wanted to get out of her and her place so bad it was unreal. I even thought about busting through a window and running bare-assed naked back home! Screw modesty; I had to find Joe and fabricate a decent lie as to where the fuck I was. This night had turned into a grade-A clusterfuck in a heartbeat and I didn't want to be anywhere nearby when the shit hit the fan. But I was spent. I barely had enough energy in me to pull the covers off of her bed and fall asleep. Then came the most feared of terrors: the morning after. Few people have ever spoken truly about the morning after. They always gloss over it, graying out the details. I didn't bother to ask my dad about it and he never volunteered any information about it. I understand why now; there's too may unknown factors. The sex last night may have been good... LAST NIGHT. Come morning things are liable to change big time, and you don't even have to be present. When I woke up, I was alone. Not a good sign. The smell of frying bacon filled the air. Hoping that she'd made breakfast for two I made my way to the kitchen, dressing myself along the way. Maggie was standing at the stove, and there was a plate heaped with scrambled eggs and another piled with toast. Breakfast for two. Maybe more. I was in the clear... for as long as it took her to turn around. I looked into her eyes and tried to smile. What I saw was seriousness. It wasn't dark, just flat out spooky. Guess I wasn't THAT clear. We sat down and ate in silence. How I managed to eat as much as I did was probably the sole property of too much alcohol and the sex. When we finished, I helped clear the table and do the dishes. After that was done, I opened my mouth. Given what happened the night before, I probably should have left without breakfast and skulked back to my room. But I was too stupid (read that one as hopeful) to do so. "Maggie. About..." "Mike. I love you. You know that, right?" "And I love you," I answered. I'd skirted the issue, but that didn't mean I didn't hear her words. No need in adding another log to the inferno which was about to send my scorched ass to Hell in a hand basket. "What happened last night..." She left that pause there, waiting to see what I would say. I'd hung around Joe long enough to know that this was the time when a man can make or break a relationship. If I had the skill of a player, I might have been able to get out with minimum damage. Fresh from my first sexual encounter? Not a chance. So I did what any other self- respecting man would have done: I opened my mouth and let the words flow. "Maggie... I don't know if either of us were ready for last night. I mean... it happened. There's nothing we can do to change that now. "I love you. Always have. I should not have done what I did, but I did. I won't lie and say I didn't enjoy it. I... made love... to you." The words stopped there, but I tried to get more out. When she kissed me on the cheek, I sighed. I gave her a hug and promised to call her later on that evening. I had made it through the Night of Terror more or less in one piece. As I made my way hone, I wondered what happened to Joe. Didn't really matter; we'd compare notes during dinner anyhow. I'd made it though my night of horror and felt great. I still had my girlfriend, and some of my honor. Can't ask for much more than that! And if I had to do it over again? I'd rather get Jake sliced off with a rusted spoon. Twice. And slowly. It'd be a fuckload easier. (dez187lm@hotmail.com) -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----