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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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Ms. Bloom, strict teacher

Jul 25, 2022

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“This is our last day on human sexuality,” Ms. Bloom says. She runs a tight class. “Miss Kilkenny, were you here on Wednesday?”

“Yes.”

“So you were here for that demonstration with Miss Fairweather in the extended orgasm machine. . . How long did she stay in ‘status orgasmus’?”

“Um . . . two minutes, I think.”

“Two minutes and eight seconds. You saw Mr. Amalthus with his timer. By the way, I’m glad we were able to invite the other class in . . . And how many total orgasms did you have, Miss Fairweather?”

“Um . . . I think I came . . . twelve times.”

Ms. Bloom, again, corrects a slightly wrong answer. “Actually it was fourteen.” Now she cracks a rare smile. “That’s ok, I imagine it’s hard to count orgasms when you’re the one experiencing them.” N’Stange gives an embarrassed smile and the class laughs.

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