Message-ID: <500.repost$980812050935@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: aristo@notactcom.co.il (Ori Redler) Subject: The Fallen Model (Ch. 1-5 - setup and beast) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories.incest,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: This is a humorous story about a model and her sexual adventures. Threre are 45 Parts to this story in all. Following are 1-5 which include the setting to the story (it actually has a plot of sorts) and lots of humor. The puffy style is intentional, AFAIK. ************** The Fallen Model by Lirit Amour and Effi Gamir Forward The amazing story you are about to read really happened. All the facts and the events portrayed here are, to the best of our knowledge, true. During the extensive research we carried, preparing to write this story, we have interviewed thousands of people. This story is their combined story. Note: Some characters' names and minor details were changed to protect the identity of some of the people involved. Chapter One: "You're Gonna Top Them All" Shiri-li Aflalo stood in front of the mirror, examining herself. She was very pleased with what she saw. Her eyes were the green splendor that set the state of Israel on fire, her gently tanned skin was smooth and svelte... She looked absolutely gorgeous! Shiri-li Aflalo was not at all surprised. After all, she was the most successful model in Israel. Shiri-li Aflalo was queen of the Israeli modeling scene. Everybody who was anybody, from Haute couture designers to cement-mixer distributors would die to have her picture in their adds. Those she refused committed suicide and often also infanticide. You couldn't cross the street without seeing her beautiful green eyes following you from every poster, every magazine cover and every television screen. Young children saw her smiling above her column in the magazine "Rosh Ehad" ("One Head"), Adolescents masturbated every Tuesday at nine o'clock, watching her running in a minimal swimming suit, as part of the popular comedy "Play Watch." The adults enjoyed the fruits of her wisdom (especially in profile) as the host of the popular "Frekhot Kor'ot" show ("Bimobos that also read"). Her shows were the most popular shows and she got to meet many interesting people and fired at least seventeen crew members who weren't civil to her. And her success went beyond the borders of Israel. Aflalo took the covers of the leading fashion magazines of the world by storm. "Vogue," "Elle," "Sun Antonio Fashion" and "Haute Couture Zimbabwe" all shared the unparalleled pleasure of having her picture on their covers. The unobliging fashion world of France opened its gates for her. The famous "Elite" agency went flipping head and backwards to have her enlisted. Italian male models with 2.3 days' bristles courted her. In August 22, 1993, when Shiri-li appeared in Jay Leno's "The Tonight with Jay Leno," she was on top of the world. The witty and funny looking host told her: "You're gonna top them all one day..." And Shiri-li coyly smiled. She knew she would. The only problem was that she didn't understand what the hell was Leno talking. The only words she knew in English were "yes," "no," and "go away from here, you dirty pervert." The fragile youth of Jewish-Moroccan origin had tread where only few Ashkenazi Jews ever dreamt to hoof. From the harsh poverty of Shkhunat Ha'argazim ("boxes' neighborhood") in the city of Holon, to the top of the world. >From the warmth of the hood, to the cold world of glamour. It seems that nothing could go wrong. It seemed as if Shiri-li would march unabated toward success that no Israeli in recent years has ever dreamt of. But the higher she climbed, the deeper the abyss under her feet became... Chapter Two: "What You Now Need is a Husband..." The summer of 1993 was the pinnacle of Shiri-li's career. At twenty-two, she was already bored with the things most other people never get interested in. But there are things even the most glorious success can't help you with. Mothers, for instance. Shiri-li, a dutiful daughter, visited her mother once every two weeks at her humble home in Shkhunat Ha'argazim ("boxes' neighborhood") in the city of Holon. When Shiri-li would arrive there, her mother would better the shawl over her head and fuck Shiri-li's poor brains out with her constant whining. "Ahh, Sara what would be the end of you?" Her stupid mother refused to call Shiri-li by her new name. For her, Shiri-li she always was the chirpy little Sara she once molested. "But Mother!" The disheartened model would retort "I'm a successful and glamorous model, What more could you ask for?" Then, Shiri-li's mother would sigh again and say: "And what about a husband? And when are you going to have a child? When will you settle down from this running around all the time? Are you going to leave your poor mother and poor-poor papa, without a grandson? I'm not going to say anything but you know that my heart aches... If you got no husband you've got no life... No children..." And Shiri-li would leave her mother's home and get into her luxuriant BMW360xy and step on its most excellent gas pedal. The car would gently spring and Shiri-li would swish away from the slums, where dirty and ugly people live, to her luxuriant and fashionable apartment in the "Nouveau Riche Towers." But, as proved by scientists, you can take a person out of the slums, but you'll need an operation to take the slums out of a person. Consequently and therefore, her brain-dead mother morals' were giving her a serious heart-burn. What will be the end of me? She tenderly pondered. Is my mother right? Am I going to be too late? Is it true that I'll have just one or two ovaries by the time I'm twenty-three? Can the glamour and success smother the urging maternal instinct within a woman's heart? There you have it, girls! Let that be a lesson to you all: If you'll let your mothers nag you like Shiri-li did you're all gonna grow up and become famous super-models! (OK, you'll have a troubling thought or two, but who cares, the main thing is that you'll have lots and lots of money and be very beautiful). But where were we? Ah... Shiri-li had those thoughts we talked about earlier (see, earlier)... Until that wondrous and fateful day, during the renowned fashion show of "Halastro," when she first set her eyes on that handsome man in the front row... His name was Pini Klein. Pini Klein was one of the heirs of the famous Klein family. The Klein family was in the import business. They imported textiles, crocodile skins and silk purses made in Italy out of saw's ears. Pini's older brother, Avraham "leibale" Klein, used to manage the family business until he got mixed up in some monkey business and died (the monkey was hospitalized with a sever case of scabies). Pini was next in line to run the business, but he was never too keen about working too hard and so his mother took over. With his mother running the show, he was required to do even less than he did when his brother managed the business. He now had the time to play the playboy full-time. His name was mentioned countless times in the gossip columns. Often he was associated with famous models and actresses. Sometimes he even dated them. In the sought-after singles' business he was referred to as "the silk-purse heir" or, simply, as "Playboy Pini." Within a few weeks of the "Halastro" show the rumour spread all over the country: Shiri-li has a boyfriend! The storm ranted and raged! Many who dreamt of having an affair with Shiri-li went wild with anguish. Tens wrote indignant letters to the editor. Hundreds got ticket fines and were immensely upset about it. Two rang the phone company but there was no answer. The question everybody was asking was - will the affair last? Will Shiri-li Aflalo break his heart as she did so many times before? The answer came sooner than anyone expected and it was cock-crystal clear: Pini and Shiri-li were going to get marry. The marriage ceremony was to be held February 10, 1994, in the "Pine Garden" hall. All the high-muck-a-muck of Israel were invited. It was the most magnificent wedding Israel has ever seen! Thousands of people celebrated with the connubial couple. After the fireworks, a thousand doves were released over the heads of the crowd and the participants were given guns to shoot the bloody birds for sports. The surviving doves revenged by soiling the cars for miles and miles around. After the wedding everyone went home and did uninteresting things for the rest of their lives. And Shiri-li herself, at her wedding night, stood before the luxurious mirror in her room, examining her alluring figure,,, her thoughts wandered... Now she's got everything she ever wanted... Now she can have children... Aching swollen breasts, varicose veins and hemorrhoids... Aspirins... Her heart was filled with joy of what is going to soon happen... What could be more fulfilling than becoming a child rearing sow... Could things get any better than this? Chapter Three: A Midnight Rendezvous Shiri-li's mouth gaped open with astonishment. It was eight o'clock in the evening. Shiri-li has just returned home from another effulgent day of glamorous work, modeling next season's swimming suits for "hotex." When she came home she noticed that the lights were on in the kitchen. She went into the kitchen to turn the lights. In there she saw Pini Klein, his unbuttoned shirt dislocated, sitting and eating Gephilte-Fish. "Not again!" A clamor escaped Shiri-li's goggled mouth. Again? Is her dear dear husband again eating that stinking Ashkenazi disgusting foodstuff his gross and domineering mother made for him? "Oh, hello dear" Klein priggishly snorted, wiping a trembly, coagulated piece of Gephilte-Fish with his crumpled shirt. In the months since their marriage Pini has started to grow a little pot belly. Now, he didn't even bother concealing it. After all, Shiri-li Aflalo-Klein provided for them both, so why should he bother? She woke up every morning and went to work as an overpaid model. Pini Klein thought that there were better uses for his time than looking good when she returns home. He'd much rather sleep and eat his mother's Gephilte-Fish. Shiri-li again felt asphyxiated. She wanted to cry. Why does this happen to me? Where did I go wrong? Did I choose the wrong man? Why do bad things happen to good people? Why don't they outlaw that disgusting Gephilte-Fish? A bitter cry was wishing to escape of her shapely breast She went upstairs to change her clothes. When she went down, there was no one in the kitchen. Pini Klein ate all he wanted. Now he sprawled on the sofa, watching "Candid Camera Bloopers" on the television. Oh my God! Suspired Shiri-li - not "Candid Camera Bloopers" again! It's always that or sports... This excruciating thought was minutely disturbed by Klein's vulgar laughter. "Just look at that!" He screeched in vile laughter "Just look at how he makes fun of them all... Is he great or what?" Shiri-li felt tears simmer in her incandescent green eyes. This was one "Blooper" too many... Did I bloop too? Have I made a grave mistake? Her mind went reeling with penitent remorse while her vile and vulgar husband burped and snorted on the sofa, dunk in malodor of Gephilte-Fish and empty pistachios. She turned around for comfort. She went over to the elegant and well-crafted liqueur cabinet and poured herself a glass of Southern Comfort. I'll just drink a little and forget my troubles, she thought. Pini will get the hang of it soon... It's just a phase he's going through... It's his mother that's ruining things for us... He'll get over this rough period... She drank... She felt how the pressure in her quivering bosom relaxes a little... Yes, things will get better... All the sudden, a pungent, characteristic noise hailed through the air-conditioned room. Pini Klein farted again... Shiri-li bent her head and tears poured from her eyes into her second glass of Southern Comfort. "No," she thought, "Pini Klein is totally faulty... All is lost." She felt suffocated... The distinctive odor of her lawfully wedded husband intestinal gas was heavily perceived... I have to escape, she thought... I have to get out of here... Got to go somewhere... Get out of it... Get out... Get out... Suddenly she knew what she had to do... Her well-tended fingers clasped the keys of her luxurious BMW360xy. She had to get out of there... She went running out of the house and into her sybaritic BMW360xy, she ignited and drove off... Where would she go? Shiri-li didn't know... She only knew she has to get away from there... Away from her husband... Away from the rude and inconsiderate Pini Klein... To a place where she would be loved and appreciated... To a place where she will feel good... All of the sudden, at the outskirts of her luxurious neighborhood, by a green and well tended path of grass, she heard a metallic clinking noise and the car abruptly halted. What has happened? The horrid facts were soon known: her negligent, overweight husband forgot to put the car into the garage for its periodic treatment and now she was stuck with a plugged carburetor... Shiri-li felt helpless. What ever am I going to do? How am I ever going to get out of this mess... She was spoiled rotten living the splendiferous life of the rich and famous for so long... Her modeling career did not prepare her properly for such manual tasks such as unplugging carburetors... She felt lonely... So horribly alone she stood there and wept... Her green, glowing eyes were flooded with bitter tears of pain and sorrow... All is lost... How will she survive... How does one gets rid of such a tarnished husband? Chapter Four: A Woman's Best Friend Shiri-li Aflalo-Klein sat on a bench in the middle of the remunerative neighborhood and burst out in a desperate cry. Suddenly, she heard a short whimper. Shiri-li straightened up her green winsome gaze and saw in front of her a beautifully white shepherd-dog... The dog looked at her as if asking: "why are you crying Shiri-li?" Suddenly, the dog approached and licked her leg with a short, affectionate lick. Poor Shiri-li's heart was filled with joy... It has been that long since someone has shown her any sign of affection... "What's up, dog?" Shiri-li Asked and the large, beautiful wolf-like white dog‹as if understanding what she was saying‹bent and licked his foot. Goodness Gracious! Shiri-li was shocked by the sight: the poor dog's leg was hurt! The poor beautiful white dog was in pain! I must save him, She unmitigatedly decided. It is a bad thing to let this poor dog die here in the cold. Suddenly, she knew what she had to do. She must save him. Thus must she do! She drew her upholstered cellular phone out of her sumptuous purse and called her personal car-health physician (garage) and the ostentatious veterinarian Dr. D. Breath and summoned both professionals to mend the problems she encountered... When there's a will, there's a cellular phone, beamed the thought in her palatial brain... *** Fang, for thus, after due consideration, was the dog named, quickly adapted to the life at the Aflalo-Klein manor. During the days, while Shiri-li was blending in the exorbitant world of modeling, Fang patiently waited for her. When she came home at night, she would go out with Fang on long romantic walks around her overweening neighborhood. Pini Klein did not like Fang. His lickspittle Ashkenazi family disliked Shiri-li's new friend and his mother besmeared Fang Aflalo-Klein to no end... But also to no avail, because Shiri-li didn't even listen! All the troubles of the glitzy world of showbiz and the jet-set were nothing compared with the pleasures of being able to comb the fur of her beautiful and most loyal dog, or wash him‹come Saturday morning‹with a hose. The most gratifying sight of Fang spraying little drops of water off his spotless fur and running with gay abandon to smell the piss of other dogs, was compensation enough for all the trouble Shiri-li has to suffer at the hands of her fat, farting husband. But the Klein family did not satisfy itself with sullying. The rich Ashkenazi family was used to having its way with everything and everyone. When they saw that Shiri-li will not succumb to their unfair manipulations, Pini Klein's fusty mother tried to cause a rift between the dog and his mistress by inserting a gruesome piece of Gephilte-Fish into Fang's food-plate... But Fang was a wise dog and knew better than to touch that icky thing, and the Kleins' scheme failed. One sunny day, Blue haired mama Klein tried another tactic. She maliciously tried to allure the handsome dog with sweets that would have tarnished his teeth for sure... "Sweet lovable Fang" she hypocritically tried to soothe him, trying all the while to inject into Fang's delicious "Barky" plate a lethal fluid that would have caused Fang awful purulence ulcers up his butt... But Fang got her Ashkenazi breeze, slapped her with his haughty tail and in a show of meticulously faked enthusiasm stormed at her feet and tore the 250 Denier thick stockings which at all times covered her varicose-veins-affluent fat legs. Come evening, when the beloved sound of Shiri-li's luxurious BMW360xy was sound at the driveway, Fang was waiting for his fair mistress, cheerful and unharmed... *** Months went by and Shiri-li and Fang's love only grew stronger. The newspapers ran the occasional gossip item concerning a possible rift within the glitzy couple, but no one could prove anything and after a while the newspapers soon ceased and deceased repeating those unsubstantiated rumours... On the outside, all was well but from within... Oh, how torn was poor Shiri-li's heart. Only Fang, her beautiful loyalty-enhanced white dog knew how to stitch the wounds... If Shiri-li would be to crumble under her suffering, this wouldn't have happened for the lack of a friendly lick... Chapter Five: Where are thou, kind friend? One sunny day, at the beginning of the summer of 1994, Fang started to act nervous. "What's the matter, Fang?" His comely mistress asked while caressing his smooth white fur. But Fang did not give her any direct answer. Shiri-li noticed that Fang was zealously preoccupied cleaning himself and especially in the areas approximating his tail. Shiri-li was jocund seeing that... Fang finally understands that he must be a responsible citizen and take care of himself, her clinically unflawed heart rejoiced. She pictured her exquisite white-furred friend set against her corpulent back-ulcer's husband... Fang was his better in every conceivable way. One day, Shiri-li came home from a routine prestigious booking in Milan and discovered that Fang has vanished! "Where is my dog?" She asked her husband who was sloping on the sofa, watching yet another "Best of Bloopers" videocassette. "How the hell should I know," her husband masticated his Gephilte-Fish with a felonious glint in his eyes. Shiri-li almost went berserk with worry. Fang was gone! He wasn't inside the house and he wasn't in the yard. She couldn't even find him outside the yard. She whistled their 'come home' whistle... She called "Fangy... Fangy..." But Fang did not reply. He was gone. With a muffled cry of despair the beleaguered super-model stormed out of the house and entered her ostentatious BMW360xy... I must find my Fang! Ached her low-fat-diet nurtured heart. Tears of sorrow and anger asphyxiated her well-proportioned throat climbing to her scintillating green eyes... I must find him... I must... For hours and hours she drove around the stupendous neighborhood, but to no avail... She was lost to sorrow... Suddenly, from the abyss of despair the resourceful top-model had an outlandish idea. She turned the elegant power-steering wheel of her car and drove straight to that meadow... To that same bench... To the place where she first saw him. She went out of her car and harked. Suddenly, she had a slight beating around the bush. Could it be Fang? Shiri-li almost burst out screaming. It was Fang! He was whimpering! Shiri-li ran toward the savagely beaten bush but suddenly stopped short‹She heard another whimper... A strange dog's whimper. Who could it be now? Shiri-li wondered. What is happening here? Cautiously, she approached the bushes and a most stunning and benumbing sight was revealed to her‹her beloved Fang stood at the brim of the meadow and in front of him stood a gray shepherd-dog. Shiri-li was bewildered. What is going on here? Are the dogs going to bite each other in a ruthless entangle? And if so, why so? Forthwith, yet another amazing thing happened. Her own Fang approached the strange dog and started to gently smell his buttocks! Why, he is not a male dog at all, thought the brainy model... It is a female dog! A bitch! Why doth Fang intimate with her in that manner? What ever could be the reason for such behaviour? The innocent model, thermally insulated from the harshness of the world for so long, could not be less prepared for such a surprising turn of events! Fang did not suffice himself with sniffing. Momentarily, he extended his long, scabrous tongue and licked the female dog derriere. To that, the female's response was a long, high-pitched wale of joy. Shiri-li was flustered, but her flustering was nothing compared to her surprise when she suddenly saw a noticeable change in Fang. Right between his legs, close to where he used to piss, something very strange was occurring... From a black sheath between his hind legs, there suddenly appeared a red, moist and venous organ... Shiri-li was dumbfounded, but not so the gray female dog... Her nostrils were flaring with anticipation and she sounded a long doggish cry of joy. Fang needed no further encouragement. His lips were pulled as if smiling... His tongue further explored the rear end of the hot gray bitch... And his red organ grew even longer, dripping with expectation... Shiri-li did not know where to look first... Should she look at Fang's handsome, alert eyes... At the strange gray bitch.... Or perhaps by chance she should at the place her green eyes were magically drawn to again and again? Fang did not wait until Shiri-li concludes her deliberations. He saltated and placed his handsome front paws over the gray sheepdog back... Noticing that, the bitch lowered her head with anticipation and extended her tongue. Fang's burning red organ slowly approached her hind side. His organ moved slowly, as if given to some hesitancy... But suddenly, not noticing Shiri-li flabbergasted gaze, plunged forward, howling and wailing to the moon. His reddened organ penetrated into the body of the gray bitch. No! This couldn't be! Shiri-li thought with horror. My very own Fang? With a strange bitch? And in that posture? Doggy Style? Why, this position is used only by... By... Shiri-li wouldn't even dare cogitate the word... Perverts... But Fang was too eager to wait for her to utter the word. His puissant paws confidently lay on the gray bitch's back, his tail flung upwards, a boldhearted sigh burst from his throat and his blood-vesseled instrument started to move with stunning speed in-and-out of the bitch. Shiri-li posited her delicate hand over her upstanding breasts and soughed with despondency... Her whole world whirled in front of her... Her Fang... With a quaint bitch... But why?... Why? Fang felt no self-remorse. Keenly ploughing the formerly unintoduced bitch it seemed as if he had completely forgotten his beautiful mistress. Expeditiously, his giant red rod moved in and out of her... In... Out... In... Out... The bitch sensed this vigorous occurrence in more than one respect and further lowered her head in submission to his powerful masculinity... Shiri-li persisted to look at the dire happening as if she couldn't believe her own green splendorous eyes... Her whole body shook as she witnessed the frightful revelation... She suddenly felt her old groin injury painfully throbbing... She wanted to go away... Run away... Disappear... But she couldn't move a muscle... Her eyes were transfixed to the strange phenomenon... She was nailed to her place... As if in response, Fang continued to nail the gray bitch at a hellish pace, clasping her trim body between his virile paws... Shiri-li looked at the horrid scene motionlessly... She felt as if tiny little ants were crawling all over her body... The skin was all goose-bumps and her fine chiffon blouse clung to her body, causing small beads of sweat to appear on her forehead... Suddenly Fang stopped his lunges. The bewildered Shiri-li now saw that at the very end of his pulsating organ there was a bulge... A thick knob or knot of some sort... And that bulge was now entering, slowly but resolutely, into the very depth of the gray bitch's body... Fang seemed still. All the sudden he took his paws of the unfamiliar bitch. Shiri-li all but output a sigh of relief... Is it over? No! Fang dismounted the bitch and turned his pulchritudinous face away from her. How, they were strangers again... But still dickly connected by means of Fang's organ. Fang was silent now and this silence seemed to release Shiri-li from her immotive position... Abruptly, she took off and started running like a madwoman over her fashionable stiletto heels to her opulent BMW360xy... Away... To drive away from here... Where to? It doesn't matter... Just as long as it's away from here... Far away... Far removed from that traitorous Fang... Chapter Six: Pangs of Consciousness Whooooosssshhhhhhhh. The luxurious BMW360xy pierced the cool night air with a soft whoosh. Inside the stupendously air-conditioned car set Shiri-li Aflalo-Klein, Israel's most famous model and her beautiful green eyes were glistening with tears. Her head was dizzy... Her temples pounding... The large, white furry backgammon dice hanging from the panoramic mirror was swinging from side to side with a steadfast movement... Fast... Shiri-li hated that dice... Hated backgammon... Hated the whole world... Why does this white fur have to move so fast... So brutishly... So beastly... Her forehead was dripping delicate pearls of sweat and while her soignee hands were gently turning the wheel her head was filled with thoughts about Fang, her perfidious friend. She drew another dispensable double-layered handkerchief and her eyes wondered to the ornate mahogany dashboard of her luxurious BMW360xy. Beside the plastic 'hand' that always waved everyone good-bye... Good-bye... There was the 'house prayer'... Her upholstered BMW360xy was like a home to her... "Inside this fence there will not tread the Pestilence" the glamourous model read with some effort... Pestilence... Oh, Fang, she sighed, how thus you have brought the pestilence unto our little house... Her elongated, slender hand extended to the comely glove-compartment, drawing an "Orbit" sugar-free bubble-gum, which is recommended by the Israeli Dentists Association... Sugar-free... Her bitter luck... She felt the gum slowly neutralizing the acidity within her mouth... Lowering the PH levels... She felt fortified... Suddenly her eyes peregrinated to the fury dice... Fang... A big, transparent tear gently trickled from her green, resplendent eyes... Why... Why should her life be so hard... The ruthless world of glamour... Fang... She started to contemplate Fang's numerous flaws... True, he kept his loins immaculately clean... His loins... But he was troublesome in other respects... He wouldn't listen to her requests to clean the house... Often he defecated on the front lawn... Didn't lend a hand around the kitchen.... Traitor... Treacherous and cruel... And disaffected... But his beautiful fur... So very beautiful... But why did he do such a thing? And with that French bitch... A foreign bitch... Gray... Plain... Homely... Nothing will ever be the same again... One more tear threatened to pour from her beautiful eye... Shiri-li now remembered what her dear busty mamma used to say... "Sara darling," she used to say, "the most important thing in life is loyalty... That and money"... Money... Silver... His silvery fur.... Tears.... *** Fatigued from her lengthy drive around the cold and dreary streets of the city, Shiri-li went up to her room, brushed her teeth and removed her make-up with an Helena Rubinstein face cleanser and lay over her Sealy Postropedy mattress, magnificently set within the made-to-order bed she and Pini ordered for their wedding from a celebrious Italian designer... All in vain, she thought utilizing her head... And where is Pini by the way?... Probably fell asleep again in front of another 'bloopers' video. Suddenly, she was sound asleep too. And Shiri-li had a most peculiar dream. In her dream she felt as if Fang was drawing near her... His fur moist as if he were out in the rain... His ears perked... And suddenly she flew... Her silk nightgown waving... Suddenly the dream changed... Fang and her... Both dressed in suits... They were the managers of the giant "Scabrous Soap" pharmaceutical corporation.... Fang was giving a lecture about the merits of the soap that scrubs it all... And she was demonstrating... She was rubbing and rubbing and rubbing with that scabrous soap... And pang was demonstrating the qualities of the revolving scabrous soap... With celerity... Rustled, scabrous soap... And all of the sudden it was all over... The lecture... They both lie in bed... His soft breath on her skin... *** Morning. Shiri-li Aflalo-Klein stirred from her sleep... Its been a long while since she slept so well. Lo! She almost frightened. At the corner of the room stood Fang. His soft eyes were set on her figure, asking for her forgiveness... "Oh, Fang" cried the agonized top-model, you've returned! And as if nothing has ever happened Shiri-li ran toward Fang and the soft furry balls of her slippers joyously flung... Her fine silky nightgown waved... She hugged the indocile dog and with tears in her eyes unfeignedly forgave him all his mischievous deeds... And Fang looked at her with his good brownish eyes, which spoke volumes about his goodness of heart and free-love for free-steaks... Yes... He loved them rare... Yes... Now all will be good as it was before... From now on everything will be fine... The beautiful mistress and her dog were reconciled. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----