Message-ID: <42489asstr$1053159004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: 53ab2750!not-for-mail From: Hammon Wry Reply-To: hammonwry@nospamyahoo.com X-Original-Message-ID: <22u9cvgfk9lvehedl9vg2vvteel8js3clb@4ax.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 16 May 2003 10:50:44 EDT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 16 May 2003 14:50:44 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for March 2, 2003: Piratical Adventure Date: Sat, 17 May 2003 04:10:04 -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: newsman, gill-bates Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for Sunday March 2, 2003 Note: Due to copyright laws, I am hesitant to include the definitions and pronunciations of the words of the day. I have provided the websites for each so that you can look up the words for yourself. This is an exercise in writing discipline. I am trying to get into the habit of writing something every day. I figure if I use the words of the day from two sources in a sexual context, I will have inspiration and motivation. And now, on to Hammon Wry's Words of the Day! (C) E. Howe 2003 All rights reserved Dictionary.com's word of the day: countermand http://dictionary.reference.com/wordoftheday/archive/2003/03/02.html M-W.com's word of the day: jocund http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/mwwodarch.pl?Mar.02 The boatswain tied Lady Miriam's hands together with the line. He had passed the bitter end of it through the pulley on the yard arm above them earlier. All that remained was to take up the slack to make her dangle just above the deck of the ship, her toes reaching for the rough boards below. "All right, boys, heave to and hoist her up!" The pulley squeaked as she was lifted. Gagged, she could not cry out. She writhed, twisting. Not-quite-jocund laughter scuttled amongst the men, trying to counter the nervousness they felt as such a breech of their captain's orders. "Belay that!" The countermand rang out, and to emphasize the point, the captain grabbed one of the belaying pins from the rack on the gunwale and lifted it to throw. The Boatswain turned to see his captain squinting at him, the wooden pin poised. He knew the captain's aim was true. If he moved one muscle, even to drop the whip in his hand, the heavy pin would come whirling like frightened grouse to send him into night. The two men stood frozen, watching one another. Lady Miriam twisted beside them like some exotic fruit, the prize for the winner left to pluck her. Hammon Wry -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+