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tjones2 writes "Seems like Microsoft isn't content with sad state of email these days. They now want to "make engaging with communities easier and friendlier". This means extending their reach into Usenet." Fortunately most of Usenet is such a cespool that really they can only make it better. And after cornering the market on email worms, imagine the benefits they can bring to NNTP!
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HOT FOR HILLARY (RODHAM CLINTON) (2/6)
..." she said in bubbly voice.
... Secret Service", he heard himself say in a deep voice that sounded like dialogue from a cheap Western.
... uh, Mrs. Clinton", he felt like a idiot now and felt foolish that he had taken this assignment.
... bitch -there he said it - have to send me on her errands.
..." she said sounding like a lawyer presenting a case in court.
... I do not see any assassins ready to kill me and the White House itself is very thoroughly guarded."
..." he tried to interject.
By B. Traven
The secretary was on the phone and looked somewhat annoyed at his interruption. Still talking on the phone, she gestured for Peterson to enter the inner office. He unconsciously ran his palm through his head, smoothing down imaginary
out-of-place hairs, and walked to the open door of the inner office. She was sitting at her desk and was also talking on the phone. She was immaculately dressed in a light-blue business outfit that somehow managed to look business-like and feminine at the same time. She wore sparkling earrings that set off her blond hair. He stood in doorway awkwardly, not sure if he should enter or not. She looked up at him at him and smiled while
continuing to talk on the phone. Since she did not indicate for him to enter he continued to stand there awkwardly. Trying to look more casual he raised his left arm to lean against the door frame, but quickly took his arm down when he realized that he his suitcoat had opened to expose his gun in his shoulder holster.
She finally put the phone down and looked up toward him.
"And you must be
"John Peterson, Ma'am
"Oh, yes. John or is it Mr. Peterson?"
"John is fine, Ma'am." She actually seemed pleasant and not at all like an Ice Queen.
"And Mrs. Clinton will do fine, or even Hillary is OK. Ma'm makes me sound like an old lady."
"Yes, Ma'am
She reached into her drawer and picked out a stack of envelopes.
She looked at him and smiled.
"Now that we have the introductions out of the way, why don't you deliver these envelopes for me."
His face dropped and he felt a sudden flash of anger. He was a Secret Service agent, not a messenger boy. He had in the past volunteered to
run errands for the Bushes but those were done as a personal favors. Since the Nixon administration it was understood that Secret Service agents assigned to the White House are not personal valets. They are professionals trained to protect lives. What right does this
He drew himself up to his full height and puffed up his chest.
"Mrs. Clinton, I afraid I cannot do that." he said in a flat voice.
Her mouth frowned in a pout he would have found sexy if he wasn't so angry.
"Excuse me?"
"Mrs. Clinton, I am a trained Secret Service agent assigned to protect your life. I cannot both protect your life and deliver your mail."
She paused for a minute to digest what he had said. She placed her hand under her chin, thinking.
"John, let me see if I understand what you are saying
"I have approximately a dozen envelopes in my hand that I am asking you to deliver. All but two of recipients are down the hall. The remaining
two recipients are one floor below. An obviously fit man such as yourself should be able to deliver each of envelopes to their respective recipients
within, say, 6 minutes."
She paused and looked at him. After a few moments he realized she was expecting him to respond.
"Yes." he said. His throat felt dry.
She smiled and continued.
"However, you are unable to take 6 minutes to deliver these envelopes because you are guarding my life?"
"Yes." He now felt she was understanding.
"However
"Yes, but
She cut him off and continued. "Moreover, there were no Secret Service agents guarding me until you cam
He was at her side during the AMA convention, silently watching from the background. No one bothered him or made eye contact with him while he took care of security. He was amazed at how skilled she actually was at working a crowd. Contrary to what he had thought, she was at least the equal of her husband in social skills. Hillary knew just how to adjust her sales pitch for her heathcare package to suit various audiences. She could talk on the same level on highly technical issues with a doctor, a medicare bureaucrat or insurance company executive.
..."
In spite of himself he found himself secretly admiring this amazing woman. He also found she was not above using her feminine charms to make an impression on men. Hillary could be very seductive, although very discrete to the point that it was not apparent what she was doing. While talking with a doctor she would sometimes touch his arm intimately and look him longingly into his eyes with her deep penetrating stare. During strategic parts of a conversation Hillary would adjust her skirt innocently, momentarily displayed a flash of shapely nyloned legs. Other times Peterson trained eye observed her during conversations where she leaned forward as if the better hear the speaker. Of course by leaning forward Hillary exposed a nice expanse of cleavage under her silk blouse, which certainly did not go unnoticed by the hapless speaker. She had most men mesmerized, and Peterson doubted that any of them realized what was going on. This lady was a barracuda!
**
Later that evening after the reception was over Hillary called to her suite. When he entered he was surprised that none of her staff were with her. She sat on an expensive, but uncomfortable looking, sofa. She was reading some papers and had not acknowledged his presence up as he entered the room. He knew this was actually another one of her power games, so he stood there and waited patiently for her to finish reading. She was dressed in soft blue, very feminine, robe that went well with her complexion. He had never seen Hillary in nightwear before, but she was modestly dressed in her robe.
She finally put her papers down and looked up.
"John, I'm glad you could come." As if he really had much of a choice.
She gave him one of her penetrating looks that made him queesy. She smiled sweetly.
"I was looking forward to this trip because of I thought we could get to know each other better."
Alarms started going off in his head. She may
be powerfully persuasive and damn attractive but there was no way he would let things go any further.
"Hillary,
"John, why don't you sit down for a moment." Her blue eyes twinkled in the soft light and he tried to look away.
"John, just sit down for a minute. You look uncomfortable." She motioned him to the couch next of her.
"I just wanted to discuss some security details." she added in a surprisingly (for her) meek tone. He felt relieved but still apprehensive. She just wanted to discuss security, which was entirely proper. He grudgingly sat down but on the chair in front of her rather than on the couch.
I'm always a bit apprehensive when I'm out of the White House. Isn't it a bit unusual that the rest of my staff is on the floor below me instead of on the same floor?"
He relaxed some more. She just wanted to discuss security.
"As I understand it, Hillary. There was not enough room to accomodate everyone on the same floor as your suite. I have arranged for the members of your staff to be located one floor below and for the remainder of the rooms on your floor to be vacated as a standard security precaution." He felt comfortable discussing a subject with her that he was well-acquainted with.
"There are three-shifts of officers provided by the Chicago police department covering the lobby 24-hours a day. There are six undercover FBI agents staying clandestinely in this hotel, and a Bomb Squad provided by the US Army is on alert, and can be h
"Hillary, ... did you?" he said in a concerned voice.
...?"
She smiled sweetly and ran her hand through his hair. He breast lightly brushed against his chest.
"John, you don't need to worry about me.", she answered ambiguously.
They rested together under the sheets.
"Hillary, what about
"Bill?" she completed the sentence for him.
"How noble of you in this day and age to worry about your lover's marriage - especially after you have just gotten done fucking her."
She looked at his reaction and smiled when she saw the guilt on his face that he had elicited.
"Don't worry. Bill and I have an understanding in our marriage. Our marriage is more of a political alliance. Bill can be very charming and can be an effective campaigner and spokesman if he can
keep his pants on long. I, on the other, am the doer and the thinker behind this partnership. I'm the one who has been working while he's
out fucking some bimbo."
"He's never been too interested in me much, anyway." she said with a hint of sadness.
"I would find it hard to believe that there was any man who was not interested in you, Hillary." he said reassuringly.
She got out of bed, standing there buck-naked.
"I'm a realist. I don't have the body of Gennifer Flowers, or Paula Jones most of the other bitches Bill fucks on the side.". She ran her hands over
her body. She looked damned sexy to him.
"But I don't have a IQ in the double digits like them, either. Besides, I usually don't have a problem getting any man I want, as you should know."
He nodded slightly.
"When I was a girl growing up in Park Ridge, Illinois there were not many opportunities for a young woman." she sat down on the bed and continued.
"This society was dominated by men who relegated women to the background. I knew I had to escape this sexual domination by finding a different
avenue. In Junior High I formed the Lavender Club with a few special girl friends. We renounced men and learned to explore each other bodies.
When I first had my pussy eaten and came with a violent orgasm, I knew that I didn't need men. After school, members of the Lavender
Club would have have orgies and form daisy chains. Eventually this became too tame and we graduated to more daring and exciting forms of sex, including S&M and B&D. Of course all of this was kept quite secret. It wouldn't do for Dr. and Mrs. Rodham to know that their sweet little
Hillary was actually a bull dyke. I even would date boys occasional to keep up appearances."
Hillary paused to let him digest this. She saw his expression.
"Don't be so shocked, John."
"Only part of the Club's activities was sexual. We built self-confident in our minds as well as our bodies. We helped each other in our schoolwork to the point that all members of our club were in the top 10% of the school academically."
Her fingers trailed down his arm playfully.
"After I left for college in Massachusetts the Lavender Club dissolved. I was still secretly involved in Lesbian activities on campus,
but by my Junior year I started finding the Lesbian lifestyle to be too limiting. As a private challenge to myself I set off to seduce a dorky-looking Freshman. When I finally got him in bed he never knew what hit him. I dominated him
sexually and had him whimpering for more. Honing my sexual skills through my years of sexual experimentation in the Lavender Club gave me an enormous edge over any woman - or man. Seeing how easy it was to seduce a hapless freshman, I wanted to see how successful I would be with a man who
was more of a challenge. I, then, tried the most sought-after man on campus, the star quarterback. He was a big, handsome strapping guy who was
stuck up on himself and was surrounded by swooning co-eds. To my surprise I found that I could dominate him just as easily as the first dork.
I fucked him until he was pleading for more. With th
"It's a shame that there is no decent, centralized place on the net for intelligent discussion. It's one of the biggest losses to humanity in recent years. "
Oh. I agree
The next morning she was friendly when he came to pick Hillary up to escort her downstairs to the convention. With a mischievious smile she handed him a rolled-up bundle for him to dispose of; and when he examined it he discovered that it was the nightgown and panties he had ripped off of her the previous night. He looked at the bundle guiltily and quickly threw it down the incinerator. Other than that, nothing passed between them about the night before. At the convention she gave a very well-crafted keynote address on the need for a national health care plan; and crowd applauded loudly afterwards. She displayed the same remarkable skills she had shown the previous day in working the crowd. He watched her from the back wall giving her sales pitch with her sparkling smile and bright eyes. Last night had been like a dream, and he wasn't sure what to make of it yet.
He watched Hillary and felt himself light-headed and warm at the same time. God help him, he thought, he was falling in love. He fought hard to
to suppress that thought.
He tried to catch her eye, but Hillary didn't seem
to notice him. He shouldn't have felt bad about this because after all it was a Secret Service agent's job to remain in the background and not be
noticed. Later she went up to him and flashed a friendly smile.
"I've been thinking about you all day", she whispered as she brushed her hand lightly against the front of his pants, feeling his now-erect cock underneath.
His heart lept, and he looked around wildly to see if anyone noticed, but no one seemed to see anything out the ordinary.
"Tonight." she whispered longingly; and, then, left him there with his heart racing.
He felt like a nervous teenaged girl, waiting by the phone in his room for Hillary to call. She didn't actually say she would call. They didn't
say much as he dropped her off after the convention and they each went to their room. But he assumed she would call him later to tell him to come to her room. She would at least have to call him if she was planning on going out so he could accompany her as Secret Service agent. She's not
going to call, he thought, and his heart sank.
The phone rang. He grabbed for it, almost knocking it to the floor.
"Aren't you coming, John?"
"Uh, sure. I'll be right there." he stammered.
He knocked on her door.
"Come in."
She was sitting on the sofa wearing the same robe as she did the previous night. She smiled but didn't get up.
"I thought that day would never end." she said wearlily.
She looked at him with a twinkled in her eye,
"How come your clothes are still on, John?"
He quickly took his clothes off. He felt nervous standing there wearing nothing but an erection while Hillary Clinton still sat there in her robe watching him.
She studied him. Drinking in the details of his body. She got up, and ran her fingers through the hair on his chest. Her touch was electric, sending tingles down his spine.
"You have a nice body, John." she said in a low voice.
She wrapped her hand around his engorged cock, stroking it lightly. Then, she squeezed hard, making him wince.
"Oow." he cried with pain, but he was still erect, though. In fact, his cock was throbbing with
excitment.
She removed her robe slowly and deliberately while she watched his reaction. Hillary Rodham Clinton had on a shiny black leather corset with matching thigh-high boots. Why hadn't he noticed the boots before under her robe? The corset accentuated rather than covered her nudity. The corset was open at the top exposing and lifting her breasts high. Below, the corset came down to her navel. Since she wore no panties she was bared ass from there down to top of her boots. The black contrasted well with her golden blond hair and light complexion.
"Like it?" she said teasingly. He was very excited, and also felt a sense of dread like a bird transfixed in the gaze of a snake. He swallowed dryly.
She tou
I mod down anyone who uses M$ in their posts. I like to live on the edge.
Now, I force you to mod down your own sig! Ha, but you must destroy your parent post to do it! Will this paradox bring Slashdot, and perhaps the world as we know it, to a firey end? Will we even know it happened, or will it just vanish in a puff of nothingness...
Vote in November. You won't regret it.
"Now, do me, John." Hillary Rodham Clinton crawled up on the bed and stuck her pussy in his face. He immediately lapped at it hungrily. After a few minutes she came loudly, screaming his name.
." he cried as she pushed.
She held his head and rubbed the back of his head tenderly for while. He felt ashamed of course, as he laid there spent and energyless. But there wasn't much he could have done tied up like that. He forced himself to concentrate on the restraint on his left hand.
Hillary got off the bed and reached in her black bag again. She pulled out a tube of something. He started feeling a sense of dread deep in
his gut.
"Hillary, untie me. Let's just hold each other." he said warmly.
She ignored him.
"Just an ointment for your love wounds. You'll be sore otherwise in the morning."
She rubbed it into his burning ass. It did feel better. She careful traced each welt and applied the ointment with loving care.
He, then, felt her finger in his crack, gently rubbing. Hillary's finger found his anus and started rubbing there. It felt good and a
warmth spread through his loins. She pushed slightly and met resistance.
"Just relax, John." she cooed.
She pushed her index finger into his ass. It felt good. He relaxed and Hillary's finger slid into his ass up to the knuckle. He was aroused
now, rubbing his erection against the smooth sheets.
"You ole hetero, you, I think you like that." she laughed. "It's not unusual the anus is an errogenous area with many nerves and blood
vessels. It's nothing to ashamed of." She inserted a second finger and he spread his legs to relieve some of the pressure.
Suddenly she removed her fingers. Leaving his anus feeling empty and unfulfulled. She removed something else from her bag and stood direct
behind him. He strained his head to see what she was doing, but Hillary was just out of sight.
"Hillary?"
She moved to the side of him where he could see her. She had a large black dildo fastened at her hips - and a wicked smile.
"Hillary!" he screamed.
"John, just lay back and relax." She applied generous globs of ointment to the dildo, stroking it lovingly.
"Do you like my cock, John?" she asked.
"Hillary, not this, please." he pleaded.
"You fucked me right? You shoved your cock into me - and I certainly not complaining - but what's the matter with a little turn about?"
"Let me fuck you, John." She climbed up on the bed and positioned herself behind him. She kissed the back of his neck. "You know I always get my own way."
"I love you, John." He felt the tip of the dildo at his asshole, probing. He could feel her breasts pressed against his back, the nipples hard.
"Uhhh. .
"Just relax, John. I'll rip you up otherwise." she warned.
She pushed but still met resistance. She reached under him and grabbed his cock. She played with it. Then, Hillary slid in past his sphincter
muscle. He felt full. It still hurt but the pressure on his sphincter had been released. His left hand slowly worked at the knot. it seemed
to loosen slightly.
"Relax, John." she commanded. She slid in further, taking his breath away.
The knot at his left wrist was definately looser now. He pulled at some more.
"The hard part is over. Now is the fun part."
Hillary started thrusting lightly at first then harder. He found it hard to concentrate as she fucked his ass. The knot was almost untied. He gave it a hard tug as Hillary thrust deeper into his rectum. It came free!
In one quick motion he streached his arm and grabbed the gun off the endtable.
"No!" she yelled. Hillary unmounted him and grabbed at the gun. Quickly he put the safety on, and threw it under the bed. She went for his eyes, and he threw her across the room with his one free
hand. The back of her head hit the far bedroom wall. As quickly as he could he tore off the remaining scarfs and ran over to H
Wow, are you actually TheRealMike, or do all the autopackage developers include a link in their signature?
May we never see th
Brilliant. Also typical Microsoft. Tell the rest of the world to accomidate their stupidity.
The reason motherboards are specifically forbidden (PCsomeyear or other) from allowing users to switch between APM and ACAPI is because Windows has a piss-poor architecture WRT ACAPI that has totally different sets of code that run in an ACAPI and non-ACAPI environment.
As a result, everyone's stuck with buying a motherboard that only supports one or the other.
You have no *idea* the amount of third-party poor engineering that hits the computer world that Microsoft has caused.
May we never see th