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Hawking Expecting To Make Full Recovery
explosivejared writes "Yesterday we discussed the medical scare that physicist Stephen Hawking was going through. Happily, his website has posted a succinct statement that he is being kept for observation, but he is comfortable and expecting a full recovery."
A Day in the Life of Debbie G1bs0n
A silver tear rolled down Debbie's perfect cheek as she slowly lowered her
sleek young body into the white marble bathtub. When she was younger, a nice
hot bubble bath was all she needed to raise her spirits, but now it seemed that
nothing would calm her troubled soul. Life wasn't easy for the teenage singing
sensation. It seemed that no matter what she did, no one would take her work
seriously.
"Trite," the critics had called her last album. "Trite, cheesy and
sappy." Debbie shuddered and began to weep harder. These were her innermost
feelings they were poking fun at. If "Lost in Your Eyes" and "No More Rhyme"
weren't heartfelt reflections of the depth of the human soul - she didn't know
what was. And surely "Electric Youth" was the most inspirational song about
youthful potential since David Bowie's "Changes." But still her finest works
were ridiculed by those too emotionally and intellectually immature to fully
understand them.
But Debbie's musical career wasn't what was bothering her, and she knew it
all too well. Her real problem was that she could no longer go on ignoring the
feelings that were swelling inside her body. She was blossoming into woman-
hood, but could not realize her fantasies in fear of tarnishing her image as
the fresh, innocent pop starlet. It wasn't so much to preserve her career -
she knew in her heart of hearts that she could make it on her talent alone -
but she felt she owed it to her fans. She wanted to be a role model to young
girls, to tell them that it's cool to just say no to sex and drugs - to follow
their dreams and to be individuals. But at the same time, Debbie was finding
it harder and harder to resist the powerful desires coursing through her veins.
Yes, Debbie was a virgin, but it was more by circumstance than conscious
choice. She was curious, but didn't want to just hop into bed with the first
guy that came along. And since her busy career prevented any kind of real
romance from developing, it seemed that she was doomed to chastity forever. It
had been months since the last time she had been touched in a sexual manner. A
smile crept across her face while her mind replayed once again that delicious
evening.
She washed the tears from her face while her slender toes slipped around
the tiny chain on the rubber stopper in the tub. A gentle tug and the water
began slowly draining away. Debbie began gently caressing her taut young body
as the water lowered, exposing her soft flesh to the cool air. Bubbles
crackled and popped on the delicate surfaces of her small, pert breasts -
sending tingling pleasures from her tiny pink nipples to her moist womanhood.
"Kirk," she whispered to herself. "Oh... Kirk...."
To most people, Kirk Camer0n was just another television star. He played
Michael on the popular sitcom "Growing Pains" - a winsome youth with an
irresistible smile and a keen wit. But he was more than this to Debbie. Much
more.
By now the water had reached the floating curls of her soft blonde pubic
hair. Debbie ran her slender fingers through the tiny locks and remembered
that night at the Emmys.
By mere chance they had been seated next to each other. They talked a
little, mostly about being mobbed by hordes of twelve year old fans whenever
they went out in public. But while they spoke, Debbie could feel Kirk
undressing her with his eyes - tracing her curves and taking obvious glances at
her tight skirt. He had an air of hungry confidence about him, and she felt
desires welling up inside her that she had never felt before. The lights went
down in the room, and the ceremony began. Kirk took Debbie's hand and began
gently stoking it. Then he suddenly let go, and instead put his hand on her
knee. Slowly he began to move it up her leg, stroking and caressing her inner
thigh; making Debbie swoon in shameful anticipation.
Lying in the bathtub, Debbie's mind p