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stock points to this story on CNET, excerpting "Red Hat and Intel have settled a licensing hiccup that threatened to prevent the Linux company from contributing to Intel's open-source project--a reminder of the frictions that can arise between the commercial tech world and the open-source community." By adding a BSD-variant license to certain kernel contributions from Intel, the two companies have bridged an impasse between the GPL and Intel's "component architecture" license.
ssss peee, *BSD is not dying!
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I am the plaintiff in this lawsuit against Jon Katz. I was born on May 5, 1978 and I am 25 years old. I am currently unemployed without any marketable job skills. I first met Jon Katz when I was five years old at a restaurant that my mother, stepfather and I often went to.
In about May of 2000 I met Jon Katz again at my stepfather's car rental business, Rent-a-Wreck. My stepfather called me and told me that Jon Katz was at Rent-a-Wreck and that I should come down and see him. Later I learned from my stepfather that Jon Katz's car had broken down and that he was at Rent-a-Wreck to get another car while his was being repaired.
After I met Jon Katz at Rent-a-Wreck he began calling me on the telephone. From about May of 2000 until about February 2001 (when I first spent the weekend with Jon Katz at VA Linux), I received many telephone calls from Jon Katz. For at least part of this time Jon Katz was on tour and he would be calling me from various places throughout the world. On occasion these telephone conversations lasted as long as three hours. Jon Katz and I talked about open source, HTML, browser wars, and famous people that he knew.
In about February 2001, my mother, Kathleen Fent (my fiancee), and I went to VA Linux at the invitation of Jon Katz. The three of us stayed together in the guest area. I did not spend the night with Jon Katz. This was a weekend trip.
I spent the entire weekend with Jon Katz. We went on jet skis in a small lake he had, saw the penguins that he kept at VA Linux, programmed shell scripts under the GNU public license and went on golf cart rides. One evening he took Kathleen Fent and me to Fry's and we were allowed to get anything we wanted. Although the store was closed, it was opened just for our visit.
In late March 2001, my mother, Kathleen Fent and I went to E3 in Las Vegas as a guest of Jon Katz. We flew on a private airplane. We stayed at a large suite at the Mirage Hotel. My mother and Kathleen Fent shared a bedroom. We stayed at the Mirage Hotel about a week. One night Jon Katz and I watched the Exorcist in Jon Katz's bedroom. When the movie was over, I was scared. Jon Katz suggested that I spend the night with him, which I did. Although we slept in the same bed there was no physical contact.
From that time, whenever Jon Katz and I were together we slept in the same bed. We spent two or three additional nights in the same bed at Las Vegas. Again, there was no physical contact.
After I returned from the Las Vegas trip, my friendship with Jon Katz became much closer. My mother, Kathleen Fent and I started making frequent trips to VA Linux. At VA Linux I would always sleep in bed with Jon Katz. I also slept in bed with Jon Katz at my house and at hotels in New York, Florida and Europe. We were together until our relationship ended in July 2001. During our relationship Jon Katz had sexual contact with me on many occasions.
Physical contact between Jon Katz and myself increased gradually. The first step was simply Jon Katz hugging me. The next step was for him to give me a brief kiss on the cheek. He then started kissing me on the lips, first briefly and then for a longer period of time. He would kiss me while we were in bed together.
The next step was when Jon Katz put his tongue in my mouth. I told him I did not like that. Jon Katz started crying. He said there was nothing wrong iwth it. He said that just because most people believe something is wrong, doesn't make it so.
Jon Katz told me that another of his open source friends would kiss him with an open mouth and would let Jon Katz put his tongue in his mouth. Jon Katz said that I did not love him as much as this other friend.
The next step was when Jon Katz rubbed up against me in bed. The next step was when we would lie on top of each other with erections.
During May of 2001, my mother, Kathleen Fent and I went with Jon Katz to Monaco in Europe. Jon Katz and I both had diarrhea so we stayed in the room all day while my mother and Kathleen Fent were out. That's when the whole thing really got out of hand. We took a bath together. This was the first time that we had seen each other naked. Jon Katz named some of his open source friends that masturbated in front of him.
Jon Katz then masturbated in front of me. He told me that when I was ready, he would do it for me. While we were in bed, Jon Katz put his hand underneath my underpants. He then masturbated me to a climax. After that Jon Katz masturbated me many times both with his hand and with his mouth.
Jon Katz had me suck one nipple and twist the other nipple while Jon Katz masturbated. On one occasion when Jon Katz and I were in bed together Jon Katz grabbed my buttock and kissed me while he put his tongue in my ear. I told him I didn't like that. Jon Katz started to cry.
Jon Katz told me that I should not tell anyone what happened. He said this was a secret.
My relationship with Jon Katz ended when Eric Raymond obtained custody of me in July 2001 and I started living permanently at Eric Raymond's house.
I declare under penalty of perjury that the foregoing is true and correct.
Executed on February 15, 2003, at Holland, Michigan.
Really?
How about this, this, this , and this ????
Turbo Glass
Take this crap elsewhere
Help fight continental drift.
"What sort of product research?" David asked as he let his
eyes follow the woman's shapely legs across the office. He had to
admit that she fascinated him. Prim and pretty, she had a haughty,
cultured atmosphere about her and she took no guff from anyone.
Her leather skirt fit her like a second skin. He had long since
noticed the black seamed hosiery that seemed to connect the shiny
leather and her high black patent pumps. Another part of his
attention was focused on her shapely rear, looking for some little
sign that she wore stockings rather than pantyhose. He wasn't
really listening to her monologue about the firm's product line or
the nature of the `research' that he was being hired for.
"Don't worry about it. You'll come with me to my
summer place to assist me in laying out the new catalogue. It
should take three weeks so make sure that you will have no
commitments during that time. My sister's daughter will be
joining us."
"Are we going to work solid for three weeks?" David
asked, wondering why she was so concerned about it.
Her tone hardened. "You'll soon learn not to question me
like that. There will be little, if any contact with the outside world.
We must ensure that our competition learns nothing of our new
product line."
Bashfully, David realized that he had been caught staring at
her breasts, "And what would that be?"
"An appropriate range of accessories to our very successful
line of incontinent and nursing home supplies. That's all you need
to know about it for now." She resumed her seat in front of him
and David was almost sure she meant for him to catch a glimpse of
stocking tops as she crossed her legs. Now a gentler smile
replaced her scowl, "You won't need many clothes. The cottage is
very well equipped and we'll see to your every need."
The interview was over. He suddenly realized that she
hadn't even asked him if he wanted the job. She had read his
fascination like a book and correctly assumed that he could not
bear to turn down the opportunity to be with her.
David had to look up what `incontinent' meant but the
dictionary's trite account didn't bother him much. He was more
concerned with his deep attraction to his new employer and the
power that seemed to emanate from her. The brief glimpse of her
stockings haunted him and he couldn't put the memory of her out
of his mind.
By the time he reached the gate of the estate that she had so
modestly called `a cottage' he was infatuated with her and blind to
the many clues that foretold his fate.
In another frame of mind he might have noticed the barred
windows on the upper story, the locked gates and the high stone
walls, fringed with barbed wire. He might have questioned these
elaborate and inappropriate measures but instead he announced
himself to the intercom box and slowly drove up the drive. He
drank in the vision she presented as she greeted him.
Her long chestnut hair framed a heart shaped face whose
major accent was the deep red gloss of her lips. The makeup
around her eyes made them dark and mysterious. She wore a
simple black dress that had a slit up the side of the skirt. Perched
on her four inch heels she was just a little taller than him. From
the look in her eyes she seemed to more than glad he had arrived.
David could not have guessed that he was drifting into a
carefully laid trap. Mindful of the spell she was casting, Samantha
artfully led him to her study, giving him more than enough
opportunity to study her legs and the sheer, seamed black
stockings she had chosen carefully only minutes before he had
arrived. She was excited by him. She had decided he would be
fun to train; she couldn't wait to see his face when he finally
realised what he had gotten himself into. For certainly, he would
not be getting out of it until she had finished with him.
"There are a few things you should be told before we
commence our experiments", she said while pacing the floor in
front of him. Her pumps tapped out a cadence to her words. She
noticed that David had grimaced at the word `experiments'.
"Jennifer will be taking care of you. Call on her for anything you
need. She has my full confidence and you may take her
instructions as if I had given them." There was the sound of a door
opening and he turned around to see a very tall, pretty blonde girl
in a starched white nurse's uniform. "There you are, dear. This is
David, your new charge. I suggest you prepare him and then
introduce him to Susan before dinner." She waited for a brief nod
of acknowledgment before continuing, "And how is my dear niece
doing?".
"She is quieter now, Madam. She was not pleased to return
but she is adjusting well to her surroundings."
"Make her first night a memorable one, won't you?
Perhaps it would be a good time for her and David to share some
pillow talk." Samantha looked at him and smiled slowly, enjoying
the confusion register on her victim's face.
David suddenly felt very scared. He decided he didn't like
the sound of things at all. Almost instinctively he bolted for the
door, expecting to brush past the slim nurse and make it to his car
before they had time to react. Instead the nurse almost casually
reached out and flipped him onto his back, the force of the fall
winding him. While he lay there weak and gasping she turned him
over and expertly applied a pair of handcuffs, securing his wrists
behind his back. As his senses returned he looked up to see the
two women standing over him. Both wore expressions of
belittling pity. He trembled in fear and suddenly he needed to pee
very badly.
"David, it is far too late for second thoughts. Jennifer will
prepare you for the research you are about to participate in. I
suggest you do what she tells you. She's more than capable of
subduing you with force and she has a nasty sadistic streak that
will bring you many tears if you make her angry. Go with her
now and cooperate. Life will be much easier if you do."
"What are you going to do to me?" David asked in a panic
as the nurse hauled him to his feet.
Samantha had her back turned to him as she contemplated
the view of the garden from her window, "Oh, I think your first
sight of Susan will educate you far more thoroughly than anything
I could say. Don't worry, you'll be spending the night with her and
I'm sure she'll share her extensive experience with you." She
nodded to the nurse and David was roughly guided out of the
room.
Stunned, David climbed the stairs with an ever deepening
sense of dread. Something was wrong; horribly wrong. They
went past the second floor to the third. A steel door, wide and
institutional looking barred the way until Jennifer produced a key
attached to her pocket by a chain. She ensured the door was
locked again once they had passed through.
"Uh, I need to go to the bathroom," David mumbled as he
watched Jennifer replace her key. She looked up at him, smiled
and motioned with her hand for him to move into the room.
Expecting relief, what he saw instead sent a new chill running
through him.
It was a totally different world from the polished wood and
antique furniture of the mansion below them. He was standing in
a hospital ward of sorts. Two beds, whose chrome cages made
them seem more like oversize baby's cribs, were against one wall.
The rest of the room was taken up with various pieces of medical
equipment, an obstetrical table here, an examination table over
there. He could not untangle the maze of chrome and equipment;
finally his eyes came to rest on the gentle movements that came
from one of the cribs. Only then did he hear the soft, whispering
moans and whimpers. Jennifer led him towards it until he recoiled
from what he saw.
The bars that formed the sides of the crib were thick and
heavy but they did nothing to block his curiosity. For inside was
bound a very pretty young girl, her arms crossed over her chest by
the canvass strait jacket she wore. Straps ran from her elbows to
the sides of the mattress. A large pacifier type of plug had been
inserted in her mouth and was held in place by a wide leather strap
that ran across her cheeks. Her legs were held wide apart by ankle
cuffs secured to a band of strapping that ran across the foot of the
bed. More strapping ran from the base of the jacket down between
her legs, pressing and parting but not concealing the translucent
plastic panties and the thick diaper that lay beneath.
She stared back at him over the circular flange of the gag in
her mouth and for a long moment their eyes met. Then a spasm
seemed to take her and she rolled her eyes to the ceiling, squealing
and grunting while her body shook. When she finally looked at
him again there were tears in her eyes. David was beginning to
guess what was about to happen to him. Jennifer's voice broke the
spell.
"Are you empty yet, Susan?" she taunted, "Do you need
another enema? Maybe we should make you retain it a little while
longer this time!" Her voice was calm but the provocative words
were met with a flurry of muffled protests from the bound and
helpless form. David's nose caught the unmistakable scent of a
dirty diaper and he almost gagged. He was trembling as Jennifer
pushed him forward toward the doorway at the end of the room.
The sight of the `bathroom' made him forget briefly his
introduction to the unfortunate Susan. Central to its many features
was a piece of metal pipe, suspended from the ceiling by a thick
chain, to which had been affixed at either end of its three foot
length a pair of leather cuffs, dangling open and ready. The
dampness in the air and the little pools of water on the floor
suggested that it had not been too long since Susan had visited this
place to hang in these very cuffs. "Please," he pleaded as he was
pushed into position, "I really do need to pee. Can't I go to the
toilet before you do whatever you're going to do?" To his dismay,
Jennifer just smiled and shook her head.
The nurse was experienced enough to take no chances. She
went to a switch on the wall and lowered the trapeze so that the
waiting cuffs were at the level of David's bound hands. Then she
attached one of the leather cuffs before unlocking the handcuffs.
David was too confused to contemplate anything heroic and let her
fasten his other wrist without protest. Terror and his increasing
need to relieve himself now dominated his thoughts.
Jennifer returned to the switch and David felt his arms
being pulled up over his head until he was resting on the balls of
his feet; a position he did not find comfortable and said so to
Jennifer.
"Be quiet or I'll give you something to really complain
about." she said sharply. She brought over a cart on which was
laid out an assortment of surgical instruments. His eyes grew wide
at the polished, menacing steel. She selected a scalpel and held it
up before his eyes for a brief moment, enjoying the fear it caused,
then she took hold of the sleeve of his shirt and began to run the
blade up it, parting the fabric like paper. David opened his mouth
to protest but thought the better of it after the shiny steel was
flashed inches from his face. He was shivering in fear as the
blade's dull side caressed his skin while it toured his body. His
clothes fell in shreds at his feet and with them his pride and much
of his will to resist.
Finally nude he felt cold and terrified. Jennifer went to a
sink and began to fill a bowl with soapy water. The sound of
running water was more than his tortured bladder could take and
he moaned loudly as a strong stream spurted out from his stem and
splashed on the tiles. Jennifer turned sharply and watched him for
a moment. "Looks like you'll be good at testing diapers"
"Diapers?!" His head snapped up at the word. After seeing
the poor creature in the other room he should've admitted to
himself that he would soon join her but his mind had blanked out
that possibility. There was no way of evading it now.
"Of course. What do you think we research here?" she said
as she brought the bowel of water over to the cart beside him.
Oh how he wanted to ask her all the questions that swirled
about in his mind. But deep inside he wasn't sure he wanted to
know the answers. As Jennifer began to wash his defenceless
body he realized how helpless he was. If they wanted to diaper
him, there would be little he could do to prevent it.
She left no crevice, no private place untouched and did not
dry him, leaving him to shiver in the cool air. He began to shiver
more from fear than cold after he saw the straight-edged razor in
her hand. He had to close his eyes while the sharp blade and her
lathered hand made alternating sweeps across his flesh. She
worked downward from his neck and each time she used the
sponge to wash away the residual lather and the few hairs that
escaped the razor he felt more and more naked. By the time she
got to his groin he was crying for her to stop but she ignored him.
When she told him to part his legs some more or have them
secured that way he cooperated, sensing the futility of resistance.
He clenched his teeth and forced himself to remain still
while the cold steel scraped around his penis and scrotum.
Jennifer was shaving away more than body hair; his very
personality seemed to rinse away with it to gather in the circular
drain beneath him where it collected and congealed. By the time
she had finished he hung limp in his bonds, bruised by her smile of
satisfaction.
She released him, granting relief to the cramps in his
shoulders. He numbly padded after her into the larger room. She
made him wait while she prepared the obstetrical table for him.
A muffled cry from the occupied crib made him turn in
time to see the pitiful Susan buck against her bonds in yet another
convulsion. When he looked up to see the pile of cloth diapers
that Jennifer was preparing something inside him broke past his
self-pity and humiliation. Fed by the adrenalin of fear he pounced
on the unsuspecting nurse and succeeded in getting one arm
around her neck while the other groped frantically for the key to
freedom.
He had expected her to fight back and was surprised when
she went limp, waiting for his attention to waver. He had to shift
his weight to reach the clasp of the key chain. It was the
opportunity Jennifer had been waiting for.
By reaching for the key he had put himself off balance and
given her a leverage point. Before he had realized what was
happening she had spun out of his grasp while locking both hands
on his right wrist. She twisted his arm up and around until he
found himself on the way down; the alternative was a dislocated
shoulder. No sooner was he on his knees than one of her hands
found his scrotum and gave it a twisting squeeze. David screamed
for her to stop.
"So we understand each other?" she grunted, "Try
something like that again and I'll make you regret it. As it stands,
you've just earned yourself a couple of Ducolax. Now you're
going to lie down on the table, very nicely." She waited until he
nodded his surrender and then guided him to his feet without
relaxing either of her grips. The hand at his arm moved swiftly to
his throat, threatening to choke him if he resisted.
He had no choice but to climb onto the table, ever mindful
of the waves of pain that either of her hands could inflict at a
moment's notice. He felt the piled cloth under his buttocks as his
feet found the stirrups, forcing his legs wide, keeping him
vulnerable.
The hand disappeared from his throat but only to draw a
wide band of canvass across his torso. She was able to lock it with
only one hand and a second strap was then fastened across his
belly. His arms were trapped inside. Only when she was satisfied
that the straps were secure did Jennifer release her grip on his
manhood. She went to the stirrups and pulled two more straps
tightly over each leg. He tested the bonds and found them secure.
He had no choice but watch her and she made sure he
learned from the experience. She went to a glass cupboard and
took a handful of small foil wrapped items from a box. He was
too far away to read the label. When she returned she leaned close
to him, her perfume filling his nostrils with the scent of powerful
femininity. Unseen, her other hand found his virgin rosette, now
exposed by the angle of his spread and elevated legs.
She was so close he could see exactly how much makeup
she used. He felt her eyes burn into him while her finger explored
his most intimate opening.
"Do you know how Ducolax works?" she said huskily,
almost in a whisper. She waited for him to shake his head. "It
irritates the lining of the colon, causing it to contract and violently
expel its contents. Usually it works within about fifteen minutes
but I'm sure that by giving you a triple dose we'll see results much
sooner than that." David groaned at the thought of it. He wiggled
against the straps in a vain attempt to escape his fate.
With great care Jennifer made a display out of unwrapping
each of the three suppositories before his eyes. When they nestled
in the palm of her hand she held them close for him to get a good
look at the waxy, bullet shaped plugs. "Just think," she whispered,
"Susan only had one of these and look at her." Almost on cue,
Susan whimpered and convulsed again.
"Please," David pleaded, "I'm sorry. But please don't put
them in me!" He was really pleading now. His imagination was
full of what those three innocent looking pessaries would do once
they were at work inside him. But even as he did his best to sway
her, she was pressing the first of the little plugs past his tensed
anus. Two more followed quickly.
He immediately felt a mild burning that quickly escalated
into hot cramping as his body heat melted the three suppositories.
Jennifer worked quickly, pinning the diapers tightly and fitting a
pair of snap-on plastic panties over top.
He was rocking his hips and tensing in reaction to the
growing internal distress, the fire deep inside him, as she released
the straps and bent his arm around behind him to ensure his
cooperation on the way to his crib.
So occupied with his cramps, David barely noticed the
thick diapers between his legs that made him waddle towards the
waiting crib-cage. Each spasm brought more pain and weakened
him further until he found he could barely stand. He yearned to lie
down on the mattress as he had yearned for nothing before.
He moaned and cried and pleaded for relief as Jennifer
fitted his arms into the sleeves of a strait jacket. He didn't care
what she did to him; he just wanted to lie down, bring his legs
back over his chest and ease the cramping. There was a growing
storm deep inside him and he both wanted to be rid of it and yet
save himself the discomfort that expulsion would surely bring.
His bladder gave way of its own accord while Jennifer was
tightening the buckles down his back and when she pulled the
plastic covered crotch band tight he felt the hot wet cloth pressed
against his shaven genitals. He didn't care.
She crossed his arms and tightened the straps that held
them that way. Then, finally, she let him lie down on the plastic
mattress cover. It was blessed relief and he started to raise his legs
only to have her grip one of his ankles and bind it in a cuff
attached at the foot of the bed.
"Please no!" he whimpered between spasms as he felt his
other ankle being secured. He looked up at her, frantic with
agony, "You can't do this to me!"
It was the last thing he said for quite some time. No sooner
had he finished the sentence than Jennifer had filled his mouth
with an oversized pacifier, the rubber bulb pushing his tongue
down, stifling his protests. She had little trouble fastening the
strap about his head.
As he suddenly realized what cruel ingenuity was behind
his condition, David looked up into the pretty face of his
tormentor. She looked down at him with a little pity as she
fastened his elbows to the bed with straps. Then she wiped the
perspiration from his forehead. "Sleep well, little baby. I'll look
in on you both later this afternoon." Her voice was soft,
reassuring, but it did nothing to dispel the wave of terror filled
panic that washed over him. The crib side was drawn up and
locked. She didn't even turn around on her way out of the room.
A movement above him caused David to look up, only to
see his reflection in a full length mirror over the crib. Though the
top of the crib was barred he had little difficulty watching his
every convulsion as his behind delivered wave after wave of
sticky, acidic mush into the waiting diaper. He watched his body
behave beyond his control, studied the many straps and devices
that bound him and listened to his own muffled grunts and moans
as he lay helpless under the onslaught of the suppositories. He
perspired so much that the sweat dripped into his eyes blurring his
vision.
He didn't care about anything but the next spasm, hoping it
would be the last, praying that each movement would carry away
the three angry hornets and ease the storm they caused. He had
never felt such a compelling need to expel; it was all he could
think of, all he lived for during each endless convulsion.
He quickly weakened and soon his bladder released a little
trickle with each spasm. As he sensed the effluent spreading out
beneath him and realized his total helplessness, he felt himself give
up the fight, letting the drugs take their course.
Eventually the spasms came farther apart and grew weaker.
Soon he was able to tolerate them without screaming into the
rubber bulb. Only then did he turn and see that Susan was
watching him.
She grunted into her own pacifier, the best expression of
sympathy that she could manage. He studied her confinement,
found it identical to his own and then met her eyes again. They
lay staring at one another, each wanting so desperately to talk, to
share the torment and yet each forestalled from such a simple act.
And so the shadows deepened. David had nothing to do
but feel the dirty and soaked diaper as it clung to him. Inside the
strait jacket he was bathed in sweat and began to itch. There was
nothing he could do to stop it. Susan too rolled and tugged against
her bonds, suffering the same symptoms. Between the two bound
and helpless patients there grew a silent bond of mutual sympathy
and despair
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