Message-ID: <29751asstr$986764202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: cyberczar@freedom.net X-Original-Message-ID: <200104081825.OAA30202@sara.asstr-mirror.org> X-Freedom-Envelope-Sig: ckought69@hotmail.com AQHn1CC1o7nCGKveT9+ynptbyb6EwL4maYACqfSHuG9eT+x8Xj9WlW4s Content-Type: text/plain; charset = "iso-8859-1" Old-From: cyberczar@freedom.net MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id OAA30202 Subject: {ASSM} the Michael Collins' Anthology {parts reposted, ASFR, MF, MM, FF, Mm, mm, ff, mmf, MmmmFf, cons, mc, scfi, parts caution} [1/21] Date: Sun, 8 Apr 2001 17:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates the Michael Collins' Anthology Warning: This story contains frank discussions of a sexually explicit nature, and is intended for mature audiences only. Disclaimer: The persons depicted in this story are entirely fictional. Any similarities are completely coincidental. References to actual places, companies, or organizations are used strictly for artistic reference to provide realism. In other words, none of this is true. Copyright (c) 1999-2001 CyberCzar. You may download this story for your own personal use; but please don't share it with anyone. If you think someone else might be interested in this story, please forward their request to me. ------------------------------------------------------------- Prologue My name is Michael Collins. This is my story. You see, my shrink suggested I start this. She said that it might help me come to grips better with who and what I am. I've been seeing her now for the past three years or so. She really is great. If you're ever in the need of a good psychologist; I highly recommend Dr. Sylvia Plaxton, in Atlanta, Georgia. Her number is 404-555-7792. Sorry Sly, for the shameless plug. :) Let's see; where to begin? It all started in 1999; I suppose. I had a good life. A good job. I was a software programmer for Cluster Datatronics, Inc. Had a corner office on the 16th floor in a posh office building in Buckhead. I wrote the back-end database indexing code for our multi-architectural eCommerce transaction processing system. I Earned about $130k a year. Life was great. I also had Julie. We had met in a grocery store on August 7th, 1997, at 6:21pm. I, while honestly not trying to pick her up at the time, asked her opinion about the freshness of some guavas I was interested in buying. What should have lasted 30 seconds for a conversation, lasted nearly two hours; both of us standing there in the fruit and vegetable section of the store discussing everything from our careers to politics. I normally don't believe in love at first sight; but I did know that something had clicked between the two of us there at that fruit stand. I was too nervous to ask her out at the time. I think she sensed that. She offered me her business card and told me that if I had any other fruit questions to feel free to call her. :) The rest is history. She was the love of my life. Aside from the sex being fucking unbelievable; she was warm and caring. Plus, she was a techno-geek like myself. We spent Wednesday nights, after watching Star Trek, trying to hack into each-other's Linux boxes at the house. She always seemed to win somehow. I guess it's true when it's said that software programmers don't make good system administrators. Julie worked for BellSouth; the local telephone- (trying to be everything)- company. Julie and I moved up to Atlanta together, from Palo Alto, California, in early 1999. We were going to get married in June of 2000. Life was great. Wait, I said that already. Sorry. In California, I was a software developer for a graphics software company. We put out this really cool software that allowed people to design 3D worlds and renderings. I worked a lot with SGI Onyx and Challenge servers running IRIX. It was tres' cool. Julie was a hardware repair technician for HP. She spent most of her days fixing broken motherboards from HP9000 servers that were returned for being faulty by the field technicians at the customer's site. Man, did she know her way around a logic probe. :) My life changed dramatically on New Year's Eve, that year. Julie and I were relaxing at home, watching the festivities around the world on CNN. Boy, did the fireworks look awesome in Sydney harbor! Neither of us were worried about any Y2K glitches. In fact, being the techno-geeks which we were; we knew there would be few, if any, minor problems throughout the world. We were more worried about the fundamentalist Christians pontificating the end of the world or some nut-case in New York setting off a pipe bomb during the ball drop. I wanted to go downtown to see the peach drop at midnight. Julie talked me out of it. She wanted to stay home and bring in Y2K with our own cocktail show. She wanted my own balls to drop. I got the picture! That evening, we decided to watch My Best Friend's Wedding on DVD. We started it around 9:00pm, guaranteeing us enough time for our own excitement to begin before 11:59:59. ------------------------------------------------------------- Let me know what you think! Email Me! This story is available at the following places: * http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/cyberczar/www/ * * mailto:cyberczar@freedom.net * Copyright (c) 1999-2001. 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