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Apache 1.3.26 and 2.0.39 Released
cliffwoolley writes "The Apache Software Foundation has released new versions of both Apache 1.3 and 2.0. These versions are both security and bug-fix releases. They address and fix the issues noted in CAN-2002-0392 [CERT VU#944335] regarding a vulnerability in the handling of chunked transfer encoding. You can download the new releases here." This of course is for the exploit that we reported yesterday. It is hard to complain about a 24-hour response time for a bug.
was bored while downloading :)
It had started innocently enough, Queen Amidala thought as the events of
the past few days flew by blurrishly in her mind. A rescue turned bad on
Naboo demanded her ship make emergency repairs on the nearest planet. That
planet had to be Tatooine. Disembarking, she disguised herself as her
handmaiden, Padmè Naberrie in order to be allowed to join the team sent to
explore the settlements.
Qui-Gon allowed her to join them reluctantly, warning her to stay close to him.
She did. As they entered the city, Master Qui-Gon Jinn instructed her on how
to act as people who were in the city were most likely to be of the kind of
folk who had no desire of being found. She had remembered her retort was blunt
and to the point. She wished now she had not rebeled even so slightly against
the wise Jedi Master.
Staring at the burning funeral pyre, she fought hard not to shed the tears that
threatened to burst forth from her eyes. Qui-Gon was a good man, one whome
could be trusted implicitly. The galaxy should have lots more men like him.
Being 14 years old was tough. Being a 14 year old queen, ruler of an entire
world was next to impossible. At times even she, herself, wondered why the
Naboo elected her. But her story didn't end with entering into a Tatooine
settlement.
She entered an establishment with Qui-Gon and Jar Jar Binks, a kooky tall
Gungan thief. When she was about to get settled into the business mindset,
things had shifted for her. Watto had called in his helper, a young boy. He
was cute. Well, he wasn't all THAT young. He looked about 10, about eight
inches shorter than her with dirty blond hair. She didn't really know what to
say to him as Qui-Gon and Watto left to bargain for the necessary hyper drive
parts. So instead, the boy started the conversation for her.
"Are you an angel?" he asked. She was taken off guard, "What?" So he asked
again, and explained that someone he knew explained that angels were a very
beautiful species that lived on a far away world. She was impressed, he seemed
very smart. Looks...brains...what more could a girl ask for. She was taken by
him, would have said so, too, but he continued explaining that he was sold to
Watto.
"You're a slave?" she asked seemingly unable to believe it. The boy stiffened,
sitting up a bit straighter, "I'm a person, and my name is Anakin." She felt a
bit ashamed. Nervousness set in as she was uncertain how to rectify her
behavior. Anakin kept talking a bit and Amidala was listening intently. Well,
she would have been if Jar Jar hadn't been poking around with a Pit Droid that
suddenly decided to spring around and make loud noise when its "nose" was
tapped.
Soon Qui-Gon and Watto arrived again and they decided to take their leave.
Amidala looked at Anakin and smiled, "I'm glad to have met you, Anakin."
Turning she left. "I'm glad to have met you, too!" she heard him calling
from outside the establishment.
-=-=-=-=-
Chapter 2
"The Stirrings"
Her story hadn't even stopped there. Walking for a short ways Jar Jar ran into
some trouble with a local podracer named Sebulba threatening to, as Anakin put
it, turn Jar Jar into orange goo. But, there again, the young boy had stepped
in and helped them out. Queen Amidala was beginning to think that there was
something very mysterious about him, indeed.
Informing the group that a sand storm was coming shortly after that, Anakin
invited them to stay at his house with his mother. It was while they were
eating that they disovered Anakin was into a very fast, very dangerous sport
called podracing. Much was discussed at the dinner table and a plan was
reached on how to easily acquire the parts needed to fix the broken hyper drive
on the star ship.
Durring the entire podrace, Amidala was tense, she was so affraid for her new
friend. But he was becoming more than just a friend in her heart. She was
beginning to have feelings for him. When Anakin won the podrace in 1st place,
her heart leapt for joy and she admited to herself that she had never known
such elation.
Later on the ship, she had approached the com panel and reviewed the message
that she had recieved from her contact on Naboo. Things didn't look good and
she was more than a little worried. Since she was still disguised as her
handmaiden, Padmè, she approached young Anakin who was sitting quietly by the
table. He confided to her that he was very cold. She brought him over a spare
blanket. Covering him softly, she looked down at him, not quite sure how to
express her love for him, not quite sure if love was a word she should use
around him.
She again was taken aback when he confessed that he had made something for her.
When she looked at it, her heart began beating faster, then began swelling
when he told her that he carved it himself to bring her good fortune. She told
him that she didn't need it. She told him that no matter where she went she
would always remember him and care for him. He then had very bluntly told her
that he cared for her, too. She wanted to cry. Anakin was in love with Padmè
when all along it was Queen Amidala disguised as her handmaiden. She wanted to
tell him, but was affraid how he'd react.
-=-=-=-=-
Chapter 3
"The Awakening"
As soon as he confesses his affections for her, she takes him into her arms and
kisses him with the utmost in passion. Her sexual hunger stirring deep within
her. Right there, with Jar Jar asleep not more than three feet away, they kiss
like there's no tomorrow. Anakin's always a very skillful kisser. Always.
His tongue always knows exactly what to do. With gentle caresses, his hands
stroke her cheeks and neck.
Soon she has stripped off all of her clothes and stands before the young boy in
the nude, but he doesn't sit idly by either. He is undressed soon as well.
Jar Jar just vanishes. He no longer is. They come together as one again,
their mouthes meeting hungrily, their kiss deep as their tongues dance to an
erotic tempo that only they can hear. His fingers and hands touching her all
over, everywhere, her young breasts, her barely hair-covered cunt. Shivers of
excitement course through her body every time. EVERY TIME.
She lays him back and kisses her way down his body, his little boy erection
standing up straight and proud. He's no longer wearing an innocent expression,
instead his face is smiling, he's got a confident expression, one that's almost
dark in its very nature. He's always laughing at her, he's always looking down
on her, making her feel lower than what she really is. She is queen. QUEEN,
she always reminds herself. But still the expression remains.
Putting it out of her mind, she takes his hardness into her mouth and lavishly
works it over with her tongue. His expression never changes from the confident
smile, but she doesn't care. She never cares. He was once very sweet and
kind, and even though he's no longer sweet and kind, she remembers him as he
once was and that is what prompts her to go on.
Without waiting for any signal, she straddles him, sitting down swiftly,
Anakin's hardness plunging deeply inside of her. She always cries out in
pleasure/pain. The first feelings are always so incredible, so inevitable she
nearly has an orgasm right there. Her cunt is deffinately juicing enough.
With an incredibly fast pace she begins bouncing up and down on his suddenly
huge cock. She's not quite sure how it got so big, but she's not really in the
mood for caring. Her love, her affection, her young, handsome Anakin is all
that matters.
Placing her hand down between her legs, she slowly begins rubbing her aching
clitoris in fast paced circles, sending her higher and higher into oblivious
ecstacy. Her head is throbbing. Always throbbing, pounding. Her mouth then
drops open as she pinches her clit firmly, her breathing ragged and rushed.
Her young breasts bouncing slightly with every up-down motion, her eyes
squeezed tightly shut. No matter how many times she fucks him, she can't get
over the feeling that she is with someone other than her Anakin.
Soon, she cries out in pleasure as her vaginal walls clamp down around her
lovers hard cock milking his cum from the hard shaft, and then it happens. She
is impregnated on the spot as he releases his sperm into her womb. Sweating
profusely she collapses backwards out of breath.
-=-=-=-=-
Epilogue
"Reality Bites"
At least, that's the way it SHOULD have happened, Queen Amidala thought as she
glanced away from the funeral fires of Qui-Gon Jinn. Instead it was merely a
fantasy of hers. Something she thought of when by herself and needed sexual
relief. Her feelings for young Anakin were very real, but she could never be
with him, it just wouldn't work out. Things like that never work out.
Her mind a million miles away from the funeral pyre, back on board the
space ship just after leaving Tatooine, her heart ached for Anakin's
confidence. For his trust... for his love. Her lower lip threatened to
quiver and give away her emotions. But, maybe she should cry, maybe. No,
she was the queen. But still, shouldn't SOME grief be allowed.
Her mind wandered to the landing platform on Coruscant where she and Anakin had
exchanged a warm affectionate smile and her heart swelled larger than before.
Glancing away from the flames that licked the body of Qui-Gon, a tear rolled
down her cheek, and nobody who looked at her was the wiser.
KTHXBYE!!!