Slender, porcelain-skinned Susan slipped into her warm bubble bath and began gently rubbing her
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Wed, October 4, 2006 - 4:03 PMrough calloused elbows with a pumice stone. Susan reached up with her slippery little toes to adjust the hot water tap, the bubbles bouncing around her bodacious bosom as she shifted against the slick sides of the tub. Suddenly, the door bell bonged BONG BONG BONG in the distance! Who could it be at this hour?! And how would she get to the door without exposing her trembling, suds-covered self? -
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Wed, October 4, 2006 - 6:48 PMLuckily, Susan was a world-class body-builder. Bunching her buttocks and gripping the sides of the tub with her strong, sinewy fingers, she squat-thrusted her perfectly manicured feet straight through the bottom of the tub, then lifted the entire thing, shower-massager and all, in a single, elegant movement.
Unluckily, Susan wasn't a world-class intellect, and it took her about the same length of time to realize that the water was draining quickly from the tub as it took her to reach the front door. It was too late, she had already instinctually grabbed the doorknob and flung it wide open, and she gasped in surprise to see .... -
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Wed, October 4, 2006 - 7:04 PMa cop standing on the doorstep with a paper in his hand. "Ma'am, we have a warrant for the arrest of Susan, would that be you?" he asked.
There was a catch in Susan's voice as she replied, .... -
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Wed, October 4, 2006 - 7:11 PM" ... oh, er ... I ..." she stammered, then noticed the cop was eyeballing her sudsy jugs with a particularly lecherous leer, " ... wait a minute ..." she said, "YOU'RE not a cop .... cops don't wear tear-away trousers and patent leather caps with matching whips!!" Susan realized it was her birthday (as mentioned before, Susan was none too bright) and she also realized that this must be her yearly strip-o-gram she received from her Great-Granny Bertha. Susan smiled, and let the tub slip down her thighs slightly. "Well come on in, officer," she purred, "though considering the circumstances, you probably should have come dressed as a plumber."
He strode into the room, his rippling muscles straining mightily against the well-worn velcro fastenings that were threatening to split at any moment. "I happen to be quite handy in all manners of plumbing, ma'am," he said, "now, if you'll just allow me to handcuff you ..." -
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Wed, October 4, 2006 - 7:30 PMWith that, the officer grabbed Susan's wrists and closed the handcuffs over them. Susan was now helpless, hands behind her back, standing in her living room with no clothing and no bathtub to conceal her remarkably ... -
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Thu, October 5, 2006 - 7:54 AMcolorful and intricate tramp stamp. Again with the "not too smart" theme, Susan hadn't settled for the one color simple design tattoo above her maximus. She had gone all out, with a full color affair with stars and unicorns and...well...you get the idea. In the center of the tattoo is a scroll, and written on it is... -
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Fri, October 13, 2006 - 8:48 AM"Cherry," which ws her nickname for herself, but had not been true since she was 13yrs old.
Off came the whips...
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Fri, October 13, 2006 - 12:45 PM... up came his arm, and the velcro strained just a little more as the whips began their snappy-slithery descent ... then ... nothing.
Susan waited, the seconds stretching her nerves into a taut thread of anticipation ... waiting for the sharp shock of pain.
"FUCK!!!" said the policeman/plumber/stripper.
"What??" said Susan, "what the hell are you waiting for?"
"My whips are tangled in your goddamn chandelier" he muttered, vigorously yanking on the handle, an angry jingle of cheap crystal pendants his only reward. -
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Fri, October 13, 2006 - 1:11 PMSuddenly, the door shuddered with the pounding of a fist! Susan wailed in horror. How would this look to a stranger - she, suds-covered rosy nipples jutting to the ceiling, hands cuffed behind her arched back, a ceramic tub still lodged around her mid-section dripping bubbles onto the parquet floor, and a well-muscled-yet-increasingly-demented cop/plumber/stripper-person tugging fruitlessly at the tangle of whip and crystals? Plaster bits were beginning to shower down on the foyer floor, commingling with the suds and creating a sticky mess all over the newly waxed surface.
All of a sudden, Susan realized who belonged to the pounding fist on the other side of the front aperture. Sighing with relief, she motioned to her captor to open the door to... -
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Tue, October 17, 2006 - 2:32 AMlet in her twin sister. Her captor, taking the opportunity for a break from chandelier-untangling, answered the door. "Yes?" he said, distractedly.
"I am sorry I am late!" Susan's sister said. She was wearing a blue skirt, a white blouse, and only one shoe - the other being held in her left hand, with her purse slung over her left shoulder.
"Ummm," said the man whose primary accomplishment in the story to date was to whip a chandelier.
"Well, are you going to let me in?"
He did, and doing so, realized that he was uncertain whether he had tied up the correct victim. The two women looked so similar - identical, except for their state of dress, that he was confronted with a problem. A problem he quickly decided to solve by ... -
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Tue, October 17, 2006 - 9:33 AMFinding out that the woman's twin sister was a lesbian, and was not interested in guys, with or without whips.
So the other twin, her of the more luscious body and mind, got him all to herself, and became the supreme dictator of the world, and ruled for the rest of her life with a cruel, yet arbitrary iron fist, and the people feared her.
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Tue, October 17, 2006 - 1:13 PMOr was it?
No it was not the end ... it was just the beginning, because that was when Frederico the short emaciated mexican with the large greasy moustache leaped down from his hiding place. He grasped the chandelier on his descent and swung across the room landing in a dashing Zorro-like fashion. As he stood there Susan, her sister, and the policeman/plumber/stripper were all quietly hypnotized by the pendulous swinging of the enormous Walrus penis he had grafted onto his body by that midget witch doctor in Guatemala.
Frederico laughed heartily, throwing his head back. Now, he had them all where he wanted them. Now, vengeance would be his. -
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Tue, October 17, 2006 - 3:00 PMUnfortunately Frederico has just recently gotten the walrus penis transplant and was not used to the new center of gravity. So in his attempt to leap dashingly from the chandelier, Frederico lost his balance, and his flaccid walrus penis swung wildly, wholloping Susan up-side the head.
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