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There is (was?) an artist named Frederick S. Fudala, somewhere in upstate New York, who (a long time ago) was on deviantart and created this drawing which I “embedded” into “‘Tami Smithers Was Here’” on the writingsofleviticus site. It’s called “Druuna’s Ascent”, a tribute to the graphic novel character created by Paolo Serpieri. As I recall Mr. Fudala’s original comment was: “I picture Druuna, having been stripped by a gang of thugs, escaping by scaling this cliff, only to find herself thrust into yet another peril which she will have to deal with while naked.” It fits in with Tami’s plight in general, and in particular her scaling the cliff to get away from teenage toughs at the end of Part 29 of “‘Tami Smithers Was Here’”. Fred, I’ve been trying to find you for years, please contact me!

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donnylaja heroine, Maik-ling edition

Dec 12, 2025

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In spite of her nudity the young teacher controls her class tightly. As I sit in the back observing I notice there is no fooling around. Today she is putting them through their paces as to Spanish verb declensions. Now she gives them a five-minute writing assignment as she goes behind her desk for a short spell on her “apparatus”. She keeps her moans muffled so as to not disrupt the students’ concentration. It is perhaps impossible to have these devices inside her while keeping control of a class, which is why she then rises off the apparatus to teach in simple nakedness. The classroom is cold; her nipples are erect and some of the students, already in full coverage school uniforms, have put on sweaters. Her hard bare feet pace the floor as she calls on a girl in the back row to use the pluperfect subjunctive in a sentence. She calls on a boy in the first row, turning so that not only her eyes but her stiff nipples are pointing at him.

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