“Here we go again, Steve.  If this is what I think it will be, they will let us in just as she is reaching, uh, sexual climax.  Mr. Zhou?”             “Yes, Mr. Dynarski, Mr. Poris.  If you will only wait a moment . . . you may enter now.”             “OHHHH!  OHHHH!”             “Steve -- don’t look away! . . . YOUR HIGHNESS, GOOD AFTERNOON!”             “OHHH!  OHHH!  ohhhh  . . . G - good afternoon . . . Nick . . . ohhh . . . “             “This is horrible!”             “

The game of dodgeball started slowly, each side afraid to go after the other, but soon both sides got more aggressive and each found their style.  The guys, at least the stronger guys, lost any inhibition about throwing as fast as they could.  Rod wasn’t among the strongest but he tried not to cower in the back like the unathletic boys.  He protected the right flank, dodging successfully and throwing his shots as hard as he could -- at the girls’ legs, the best strategy.    

“It’s nothing, chica.  It’s the beautiful body God gave you.  You’re no puta.  You’ll still be a virgin!  And it’s for a good cause!” ​         Remembering Rosa’s comforting words did not help.  It was her third dance and it was now time for Guadalupe -- stage name “Naughty Nina!” -- to take off her G string.  She said a short prayer and, careful to keep her hips gyrating, balanced her petite body carefully on the clunky, ridiculously high heeled sandals.  She bit her lip as

Next on the agenda was “Greetings from the Sire”. It was Frau Redl who had the honor of introducing him. “Members of the International Assembly, observers, staff, Board Members, physicians, members of the press, I am proud to introduce the young man who powers the Project, feeding it every day, making it grow, who has given so much, in a literal sense, for the health of the human race, the Sire, Khalil David Schreiber, or as we all know him, Kai-Kai! ” Another

This is Part 4 of “Tami, the Naked Freshman”. Percy Jorgon, age 52, Dean of Campbell - Frank College for three years, Assistant Dean at another college for eight years before that, was a longtime veteran of bureaucratic politics.  He was good at stroking egos, and at gently crushing them.  He knew how to get his point across with such subtlety that one could hardly know that the point was his.  He could engineer controversies and purges without anyone being able to de

This is Parts 9 and 10 of “The Long Escape”.         It was not one of your more glamorous exhibition halls, a little run down, Tami told herself as they drove up to it.  It reminded her of the auditorium part of her high school, only bigger.  Actually it was a remodeled hockey rink, with a modest front entrance, above which was a little banner that said, “Sexpo 2001”.           The nude girl bit her lip.  She knew McMasters would be demonstrating some of his sex toys, using