Message-ID: <7571eli$9801201634@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Morg105829 Subject: NEW Kathy by Morgan 16c (M/F) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <8b294cd.34c40557@aol.com> To: story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us From: morg105829@aol.com Subj: "Kathy" Book II, Chapter 16c (M/F) (452 lines) January 19, 1998 This is about the 22nd section (I may have lost count because of split-chapter uploads) of a book that runs 31 chapters plus an epilogue. This chapter is divided into three parts purely for upload purposes. Please put them together. There's only one (1) chapter 16! Readers are most strongly urged to read Kathy from the beginning. It will make no sense otherwise. I hope to have the balance of the book posted within a week or so. Comments (of any kind) will be appreciated. Contact me at morg105829@aol.com. Although this is substantially more tame than many postings on A.S.S.M., the usual disclaimers apply. There is an addendum, however. This book contains a PLOT! Accordingly great care should be exercised so as not to overtax one's gray cells. Permission is granted to repost, but only on non-commercial sites. Please inform me if you do so. "Kathy" (c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan. Book II Chapter 16c They met Tom at the Omni Hotel where he had reservations in the Promenade, an elegant restaurant overlooking the main dining room and Portsmouth harbor. Tom looked ill at ease. "Kathy, I have to say something that you're not going to like: My father wants to meet you. He said to tell you anytime, anywhere, but he really wants to meet you." Tommy carefully examined the design of the service plate in front of him. "I would be delighted," she answered quietly. "What time would be convenient?" Tommy looked up at her, stunned. "You *will*? You really will! That's wonderful. When might you be free?" "How about ten o'clock tomorrow morning? Would that be convenient for him?" Tommy rose from his seat and excused himself to make a phone call. When he was out of earshot, Kathy said to Cindy in a low voice, "I think you'll find the accommodations here significantly better than at your prior hotel. What are you doing this weekend?" Cindy excused herself and went after Tommy. Awhile later they came back arm in arm. They both glowed. When they were seated, Tom said, "Ten o'clock tomorrow would be fine. My father asked me to thank you for taking the trouble to see him." He went on to provide directions. Cindy was bubbling. "We have reservations for this weekend! Tommy and I discussed with the clerk the merits of various suites before we chose one! Kathy, she said they are looking forward to having us! Do you think she really means it?" Kathy grinned at her. "Of course she means it! Wouldn't you mean it if it was a choice of having paying guests who look like they'll spend a lot of money with room service against having an empty suite? That's the hotel business these days, Hon. There's just no business on weekends." Cindy had blushed when Kathy mentioned room service. "There's one more thing," Cindy said. Like Tommy earlier, her eyes were focused on the service plate in front of her. "I would be deeply honored if you would be the maid of honor at my wedding." Cindy did not look up as she extended her invitation. 'The poor thing!' Kathy thought. 'She believes I won't accept but she wants to make the offer anyway.' Kathy looked at Cindy and smiled, "Cindy, I am truly honored. You shouldn't ask me and you know it. You only met me for the first time two days ago. The maid of honor is the bride's best friend, but I'll accept on one major condition. The condition is that your parents approve of your inviting me. Cindy, I am deeply touched. I will fully understand if they say no, and I want you to promise that you'll accept their decision. Agreed?" Cindy's eyes were glowing at her good fortune. She nodded, jumped up from the table and ran out to the telephones. A few minutes later she returned, glowing with joy. "My parents would be deeply honored to have you as a member of our wedding party. My father asked me to say that were it not for you, there could be no wedding. The groom would be facing 20-to-life for rape. He is arranging a suite for you at The Barclay on Rittenhouse Square, unless you have some other hotel preference. There will be a car and driver at your disposal, of course. My mother would like to know what date would be convenient for her to send the dressmaker down to take your measurements. Oh, and your plane tickets will be delivered to your office tomorrow, if that's satisfactory?" "Cindy, I'm overwhelmed! Of course, the answer is yes! I can be available whenever the dressmaker wishes to come. Oh, Cindy! I'm so excited!" Cindy and Tom just glowed. They dined that night on baked stuffed lobster, done in Tidewater style. The lobster was three and a half pounds; the stuffing was lump crab imperial... about a pound and a half of it. When they finished dinner, Kathy felt she could roll home to Virginia Beach without having to drive. * * * Promptly at ten the next morning, Kathy arrived at the address Tom had given her and asked for Mr. Donetti. A guard took her purse, noticed the LadySmith, and put it aside. He was carefully patting down her body for more weapons when Anthony Donetti appeared. "What in hell are you doing!" he yelled. "Get your hands off that woman!" He came hurrying up to Kathy with his hand outstretched. Kathy took it in a firm grip, "How do you do, Mr. Donetti. I'm Katherine Smith. I'm very pleased to meet you!" Tony Donetti beamed. "Miss Smith, I'm honored. Will you please come with me?" Kathy hesitated, and Donetti noticed the hesitation. "Is there something wrong?" he asked with concern in his voice. "The guard has my purse. I don't like it out of my sight." "Give the lady her purse. Now!" There was steel in his voice. "But boss, she's packing! It's in her purse!" the guard protested. "Of course she is, you idiot! This is Kathy Smith! The weapon in that purse has buried three men in the last six months! Do you want to try for four?" At the mention of her name, the guards jumped. The guard instantly returned the purse. "I'm terribly sorry, Miss Smith. I didn't recognize you. I won't ever make that mistake again!" Donetti ushered Kathy into his office and into a chair. He went behind the desk, sat down and looked at her steadily. Finally, he spoke. "I agree with Tom. You *are* an angel. Miss Smith, I asked you to come in for two reasons. First, because of who you are and what you're doing for Norfolk. The people you're putting away are the scum of the earth, the predators: evil men who prey on the weak. God knows, I'm no saint. We're into things that are illegal. But we don't do drugs. They're lethal. They corrupt everyone who gets close, not just the users. They corrupt and destroy the dealers, too. "Our biggest business is gambling. I laugh whenever I hear those clowns talking about 'the billions the gamblers take in.' What a joke! First, we don't gamble; our customers do. We just make the book. Miss Smith, let's say the Giants are playing the Redskins. You bet $10 on the Redskins and another guy bets $10 on the Giants. You win. I pay you $10. I never saw your $10 -- that was credit -- and the other guy pays me $11. I make *one dollar* on twenty. The clowns talk about the $20, but I only get the dollar. That's 5 percent of the handle. The sad part is the same clowns sing the praises of the state lotteries. Do you know what they keep? Upwards of 50 percent! It's a rip-off! Why do you think we still sell numbers, even when the state has a numbers game? Our payoff is bet ter, our service is better and we'll take smaller bets." He smiled sheepishly and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to run off at the mouth like that." Kathy said, "Mr. Donetti, I would appreciate it if you would call me Kathy. I also want to tell you that you have a fine son! I was very impressed by him." Donetti smiled, "Kathy... I like the name, and I'm honored. Kathy, you mentioned my son. I'm very proud of him, too. Did you know that he was an honors graduate at Lafayette? He was... and his old man barely finished high school. I've been hearing about you. You put all the Kathy Smith stories together and you're a cross between Joan of Arc, Wonder Woman and Venus. I think they're right, directionally, but I still think they're missing a few things. I got a call from Sal Agnelli this morning. He was very excited. He wanted me to know that you had agreed to be the maid of honor at his daughter's wedding. His daughter loves you like a sister and worships the ground you walk on. My son tells me that if it weren't for you, he'd be looking at 20-to-life. He's right. They had him cold, and you walked in and dismissed the case. Why? Why did you save my son, Kathy?" "Tony... I'm sorry. May I call you Tony?" Donetti beamed and nodded while Kathy continued. "I couldn't do anything else. There was no crime committed! Two good kids -- and I've been amazed to learn how good they really are -- are in the wrong place at the wrong time. They have the bad luck to meet a bum who happens to be a colleague of mine. For that, my boss, the District Attorney -- who knows we're meeting, by the way -- has asked me to express his deepest personal regrets for the humiliation your son has suffered. Tony, if Hannigan's political influence were neutralized, he would be history in a matter of seconds. "I'm sworn to uphold the law. I take my oath very seriously and try to discharge it to the best of my abilities. I'm out to get rid of the violent criminals who make people fear to walk the streets after dark. Your son and future daughter-in-law love each other very deeply. I swear to you, rape was impossible in that situation. I am sworn to prosecute criminals. There can be no criminal if there was no crime. There was none." "I believe you, Kathy. But you're overlooking a few things. You not only dropped the charges, but at least as important, you kept it out of the papers. As far as the media are concerned, it didn't happen. Kathy, I happen to *know* that you called in a lot of chits that morning to keep it out of the news. There's nothing in that oath of yours about that. Right?" Kathy blushed under his gaze and replied, "No, there's not." Then she looked into his eyes with her blue eyes blazing and exclaimed, "But there's no way in hell I could just stand there and watch two fine kids dragged through the mud! It may not be illegal but, by God, it is certainly immoral! I will not allow it!" Tony Donetti beamed, "That's what I said: I owe you! Kathy, I'm going to give you a telephone number. If you need me for any reason -- *for any reason at all* -- call the number and say it's Angel. I will speak to you within thirty minutes. That is a solemn pledge, too. My son loves you. My future daughter-in-law loves you. Let me join the crowd, Kathy. I love you, too." He stood up and came around the desk. Kathy suddenly realized that he was only about five feet eight inches tall, about her own height. He had an aura of power, she realized, that made him seem taller than he was. He stopped in front of her, held her and kissed her on both cheeks. The guards were standing at attention as she left. * * * On Monday, Kathy drove to the Omni to pick up Cindy and take her to the airport. She already had the rest of the girl's luggage in her car. As she swung up to the entrance, the two young people waved. They knew that Kathy was taking more time away from the office so they had assured her they would be waiting. Tom took Cindy in his arms as Kathy got out of her car. She smiled as Cindy lifted one small foot off the ground while she kissed her fiancé. It reminded Kathy of paper starting to roll just before igniting into flame. She could hear small noises coming from the girl. "That's disgusting!" Kathy said with a wry grin. "Haven't you two had enough?" At the sound of her voice, they turned toward her. Both sets of eyes looked glazed with passion. At the same instant they both said softly, "No," and went back into each other's arms. "Cynthia Agnelli, if you don't get in the car this instant, you'll miss your plane! Your father will skin you alive. And I'll be there to help!" Reluctantly, they parted, and Cindy climbed in. Tom turned to Kathy and kissed her softly on the cheek. "Thanks, Kathy!" She grinned at him, shook her head in mock exasperation, got into the car and rolled it out of the lot and up to the Expressway. As the car headed towards the airport, Kathy stole a glance at Cindy. "Well, how was your weekend?" The look on Cindy's face was beatific. "Heavenly! Oh, Kathy, it was like being in heaven! We did everything. It was a discovery. We would make love and.. and sleep a little... Then one of us would start running fingers lightly over the other's body... and then we'd be awake, and Tommy would be aroused... and then we'd make love." Kathy was shaking her head slowly and smiling a tolerant little smile. "No, silly, I meant the important stuff. You know, the food in the restaurants, shopping at Harborside -- Damn! I forgot to tell you about this *darling* new shop -- the museums..." Cindy was startled for an instant and then realized that she was being teased. "Kathy Smith, you are terrible! It's a good thing you're driving or I would push you out of the car! Oh!" Continuing her mock anger, she folded her arms and stared straight ahead. Kathy thought she looked cute and said so. The younger girl grinned, and ran her tongue over her lips as if she were a child licking off ice cream, "Delicious! That's the word for the weekend... Deeelicious!" She swung in the seat and turned serious. "Kathy, can I ask you something? I... I... I feel so sore! I ache... I mean my thighs, my groin... Kathy, my cunt is so sore! And Tommy! This morning, he could hardly get it up the second time. I... I had.. I had to help him by taking him in my mouth! Do we need to see a doctor?" Kathy felt a wonderful warm feeling as she listened to the girl. 'She's so innocent,' Kathy thought. Then quietly she asked, "How many times did you do it over the weekend?" Kathy watched the girl smile softly and wriggle her hips slightly as she tried to count. Finally, she answered, "I can't count... I don't remember." "More than ten?" Kathy asked. Cindy looked startled, "Oh God, yes! But why do you ask?" "Because you're getting a wonderful husband and he's getting a wonderful wife! That's why. Cindy, Tommy is human! He's not a machine, and neither are you. My God! What I'm hearing is seventy-two hours of near-constant lovemaking. I'll bet the only sleep you got was when you both collapsed! Honey, there's nothing to worry about. But be careful! I'll bet your parents will recognize the signs." She smiled at her warmly. "Kathy, there's something else. When we were making love... when Tommy was inside me, I felt these waves in my loins. They would just build up and up and up... I kept going higher, until... until I exploded. My body was going crazy! My hips were moving by themselves... I was moaning and then... and then I screamed. Kathy, I blacked out! What can I do?" "Did you like the feeling?" "Like it! I can't describe it. It was so wonderful!... hot..." "Then enjoy it, silly! It sounds like you and Tommy were reaching orgasm together. Cindy, that's what it's all about!" "But Kathy... when the girls talked, I never heard anything that sounded like what I was feeling." Kathy smiled and delighted in the girl's innocence. "Obviously, I should have given you an instruction manual. That's the trouble with these damn marriages. The marriage license doesn't come with a set of instructions. Honey, you may not have heard it because they may never have felt it! The thing about sex is that when it's good it's great, and when it's not, it's still good. With you and Tommy it was great! By the way, when you went to check in at the front desk, did the clerk ask to see your Learner's Permit?" Cindy looked startled and Kathy continued her teasing. "Well, you and Tom don't have a marriage license, so you need a Learner's Permit. They sell them at the next window..." Kathy was pulling up at the Piedmont gate. With the transmission in neutral and the brake set Cindy had her chance. She hit Kathy in the ribs with her small fist and started to laugh. Kathy, startled, began laughing, too. "You are terrible!" said Cindy with a mock pout. "I'm being very serious, and all you do is laugh at me." She smiled ruefully and asked, "Is it really so funny? Am I so hopelessly naïve?" Kathy's face had a loving expression. "No, it's not funny. It is beautiful. I envy you. And I'm so happy to have the opportunity to be in your wedding." Cindy impulsively leaned over and gave Kathy a kiss. "And I'm so happy my best friend can be there!" She dashed off into the terminal. When Kathy entered the office, she met Pete who had a big smile on his face. He was so happy he didn't even bother to tease her about arriving late. "Guess what! I can't believe it! What do you suppose I found on my desk this morning?" Kathy cocked her head and looked thoughtful. "A dead mouse?... a turkey?..." Pete grinned. "Hannigan's resignation! It seems he's decided to go into private practice. For him, that has to be ambulance chasing. My secretary just delivered my acceptance. Damn! I knew I forgot something! I forgot to say, 'accept with regret'. That girl should have reminded me!" Kathy gave him a big kiss on his cheek. When she reached her desk, she found a plain white envelope in the center of her blotter. It was unmarked and unsealed. She took out what was obviously a story torn from a Detroit newspaper. She read it quickly. It reported that a body had been found in a ditch beside the highway leading to Detroit's Metropolitan Airport riddled by a shotgun in classic gangland fashion. From dental records it was identified as the body of a known gunman with numerous arrests for violent crimes in the Greater Detroit area. The report concluded by saying that the victim was a known associate of a man found dead in Norfolk after having made an attempt on the life of Katherine Smith, an assistant district attorney. Kathy brought the clipping in to Peter who read it quickly. "My, my! What do you know about that? Reading this suggests that the word is out in unmistakable terms that Kathy Smith is not to be confused with one of the ducks in a shooting gallery. How interesting!" He looked at her speculatively. "Kathy, how did your meeting with Donetti go last week?" "Fine. But why do you ask?" said Kathy, looking puzzled. "Just asking. You know," said Mahoney thoughtfully, "this supports something rumored on the street. There are strange things going on. It seems there are some unexpected people supporting your crusade. Remember that stakeout that produced the 100th arrest? Honey, police weren't there by accident. There was an anonymous tip phoned in. I think you can feel a lot safer now!" * * * When Kathy arrived in Philadelphia, she was made to feel like a princess. Cindy was waiting for her as she passed airport security and gave her a big kiss. Two big men were waiting behind her. "They'll bring your bags to the hotel. There is nothing you need from them right now, is there?" Kathy shook her head. Cindy led the way down to the closer Departures concourse and out to a waiting limousine. While the driver remained behind the wheel, another big man was waiting to open the door for the girls. They got in and the big car smoothly pulled away. When Kathy had last seen Cindy two months earlier in Norfolk, she didn't think the girl could ever look happier but now she did. She was joyous. "Kathy, my father says I'm a big girl now, so he let me meet you in his personal car! Look! She opened a panel behind the driver and took out a cocktail shaker containing a clear liquid. She poured it into two glasses containing ice and olives, and passed one to Kathy. The girl was so intent on her task it made Kathy smile. She waited expectantly as Kathy took a sip. "Is it all right? I've been practicing, but I have trouble getting the amount of vermouth just right." Kathy smiled at her warmly. She noticed that the privacy window separating the girls from the men in the front was opaque. "Cindy, I didn't think you could ever look happier than you did when I left you at the airport, but you are now! What's happened?" "Kathy, I feel joyous! I'll be with Tommy tomorrow night! You were right, by the way. When I got home, my parents watched me carefully. I tried so hard to move normally. I was in such delicious pain. It reminded me of him whenever I moved! Kathy, I miss him so much when I'm in bed at night that I hurt... I honest-to-God hurt, I want him so." Suddenly, Cindy showed concern, "Is that sick or something... I mean... a girl shouldn't... I mean men..." Kathy smiled, "Shouldn't like sex? Why, in hell, not? How do you feel now?" "Wonderful! When I met Tommy at the airport and I kissed him, I started to feel that wonderful wetness inside. Oh God, Kathy, I can hardly wait!" The car pulled up smoothly to the door at The Barclay. The girls alighted and went in. Cindy went straight to the elevators. She commented that Kathy was already registered and she had her key. Cindy still had her virtually untasted and now watery martini in her hand. She sipped it and thumbed through a magazine while Kathy changed for the evening's rehearsal and dinner. Kathy was back fifteen minutes later. She spun in front of Cindy and asked, "How do I look?" Cindy, recognizing the opportunity to get even for some of Kathy's teasing, looked up idly and airily replied, "Okay, I guess." Kathy's face fell. She was wearing a blue dress in a shade that exactly matched her eyes. With her golden hair and tanned body, she thought she looked good. Now she was crushed. As she stood there, Cindy jumped to her feet and hugged her. Kathy looked up and saw the wide grin on her face. "I did it! I did it!" the girl cried. "Kathy Smith, you dish it out enough, but... You look gorgeous, as usual. You dunce! You're exquisite, and you should know it!" The car took them to Bryn Mawr. Although the privacy window was still up, it was now transparent. Kathy realized there were two, with one providing complete privacy in the passenger compartment. She saw the man in the passenger seat make a call on the car phone. As the car pulled to a stop at the door, Kathy saw a couple waiting for them. Cindy introduced Kathy to her parents. Salvatore Agnelli took her hand and said, "Miss Smith, we are deeply honored. Welcome to our home! This is my wife, Theresa." Cindy's mother stood on tiptoes and kissed Kathy on her cheek. The older woman was about five feet two. They entered the house and Cindy flew up the stairs to change with Kathy moving to follow. Agnelli took her arm. "Miss Smith, please. Could I speak to you for a few moments alone? Cynthia can take care of herself for a few minutes." He smiled, and led the way into a book-lined study. He carefully closed the door, seated the girl in a comfortable wing chair and went behind his desk. "Miss Smith... Kathy... may I call you Kathy?" Kathy smiled and nodded. "As you probably know, Tony Donetti and I are... business associates. We've been friends for years. Our children -- our only children -- grew up together. Kathy, I *know* what you did for our children." He smiled warmly. "I *suspect* what happened the weekend before she came home." Agnelli held up a hand, as Kathy blushed. "I don't want to know. I do know that Cynthia was so happy she could have floated home without an airplane. Please don't breathe a word of this to my wife. She would die! And, Miss Smith, my daughter was moving rather stiffly. In one of my businesses, I've become sensitive to the signs. Kathy, without you this could not have happened. Our children owe their happiness to you. They know it. They are all we have... all we live for... My daughter's happiness is the most important thing in my life. Because of you, she is overflowing with happiness! She is joyous! Seeing our daughter's joy fills us with great happiness... I'm trying to say, Kathy, that you've made *me*, Sal Agnelli, the happiest man alive! Anything that you ever want, if it's in my power to provide, you will get. That is a solemn promise. Tony gave you a number to reach him. You can reach me through the same number and in the same manner." Kathy looked at the man. She realized that he was what he claimed to be: a proud father on the eve of his daughter's wedding, rejoicing in her happiness. 'And he gives me all the credit,' she thought. She looked at him speculatively. "Mr. Agnelli," she began. "Sal, please!" he interjected. She smiled, "Sal, may I ask you a question? You know an attempt was made on my life?" Agnelli nodded. "A man was found dead in a ditch near Detroit. Do you know anything about that?" Agnelli smiled. "I think I heard something about that. I wondered about it. So violent! Has anyone bothered you since, Kathy?" She shook her head. "I thought not," he continued. "I don't think it would be considered a healthy activity. Now shall we join the others?" * * * At the rehearsal dinner that evening, Kathy was sitting at Tom's right with Cindy on his left. She couldn't resist a dig. "Thomas Donetti," she whispered, "would you please keep your hand in your *own* lap. Can't you wait just a few more hours?" Tommy looked at her and grinned. "I'm trying! I'm trying!" He slid his chair back so Kathy could have a clear view of Cindy. "Cindy," he said, "Guess what?" She looked over, "What?" "I learned something a few days ago. Kathy may be your best friend, but she's *my sister*!" Cindy frowned, puzzled. "What are you saying?" she asked. Tom grinned at his bride-to-be and at Kathy. "Hon, you know I was an Alpha at Lafayette? Well, I learned that Kathy is an Alpha from Yale! She's my fraternity sister. And did I ever learn a lot! She was elected Queen of Yale College, representing the Alphas. Honey, they had this contest -- sort of an Olympics -- in three parts: brains, athletics and beauty. Kathy won it all! I mean, she won every single event. They're still talking about it up there. And she's your maid of honor." A toast had already been offered to the bride and groom when Tony Donetti, who was hosting the dinner, stood up. "Ladies and gentlemen: I would like to offer a toast to a young lady that many of you have heard about but few of you have met. I'm speaking for my wife and me and for Sal and Theresa Agnelli when I say that, were it not for this young lady we would not be here tonight. This young lady has made an impact in Norfolk where I come from. Single- handed, she has caused street crime to drop by 60 percent in less than one year. She courageously stopped a wholesale slaughter of innocent people by killing gunmen who had already opened fire in a crowded establishment. She escaped an attempt on her life and in the process killed the man who had fired on her. Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in a toast to our dearest friend, the maid of honor, Miss Katherine Smith." Kathy sat blushing with her eyes downcast as the guests rose and warmly applauded. She looked up and out at the crowd and realized that many of the guests were out-of-town "business associates". She was surprised to see expressions of understanding and respect in their faces. Suddenly, Kathy understood. She had just been publicly taken under the protection of the Donettis, the Agnellis, and all of their associates. After the toast had been drunk, Kathy rose. She heard intakes of breath, not realizing that it was a tribute to her extraordinary beauty that many were seeing for the first time. She said simply, "Mr. and Mrs Donetti. Mr. and Mrs. Agnelli. Thank you. I am honored to be here tonight and deeply grateful for your hospitality and very kind words." She sat down as applause echoed through the room. The next morning she was alone with Cindy. The other bridesmaids had been asked to wait downstairs. Before beginning to dress, Cindy was standing nude, critically inspecting herself in the mirror. Kathy saw that her loins and breasts were now tanned, although with the differences in shade her bathing suit marks still showed. She turned slowly for Kathy's inspection. "Do I pass? What do you think?" "Well..." said Kathy thoughtfully, taking advantage of the opportunity to tease Cindy for the last time, "Okay, but..." "But what?" said Cindy with concern sounding in her voice. "It's your left breast... It doesn't seem..." Cindy ran back to the mirror and cupped her breasts in her hands. Suddenly, she released them and spun on Kathy, "Katherine Smith, I hate you!" She grinned at Kathy as she started to dress. "I may be slow, but I am learning." -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |