tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329736022024-03-07T17:01:26.424-05:00Fear And Loathing - The Gonzo PapersThis site is dedicated to the spirit of Hunter S. Thompson. The Gonzo approach is a TRIBUTE to him.
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<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">The Path We Have Chosen</span><br />
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Installment 1<br />
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Christina sat at her desk savoring the delicious pastry and sipping her cup of tea. She hadn't wanted to share the sweet gift that had been given to her, instead she wanted to keep it all for herself. There was far more than she would have even been able to eat, though, so she had ultimately shared with all. A rather nice feeling to go along with all the other wonderful feelings that were raging through her.<br />
<br />
When had things in her life changed so dramatically for her. It didn't take long to come up with what had brought about this change. It had been a chance meeting. Her long-time friend Judith suggested she meet a colleague, "coffee, tea, dinner...something" she had said. Christina did not normally take friends up on their offers to fix her up with "a really great guy I know." Judith's offer had been different. Christina felt like for once someone really understood her and she trusted Judith.<br />
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It had started with sweet liitle emails to him, evening chats, dinner. Christina from the beginning had felt an unusaul attraction to him. He was so very different from anyone she had ever known. The sweet notes, dinners and little things delivered to her home and at work. She tried really hard to not let these things influence her judgment, but it was all the things she had dreamed about for her life.<br />
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Then she had taken the chance and casually mentioned there was vacation time she had to take or lose. Which brought her back to her present situation, not able to concentrate on the job that needed to be taken care of so she would be free for a very long weekend. She was so nervous and excited she was almost sick, but nothing was going to ruin this time together.<br />
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Wayne had not said exactly where they woudl be going or what this weekend would hold. Just that he had taken care of everything. Wayne told Christina that they would stop along the way to shop; that way they would not have to deal with packing. This also made her nervous. This is not the way Christina did things; she planned and prepared. Ultimately, this was a gamble she felt she had to make. It was an increasing need for Christina to be with Wayne; that had her very scared. She hoped she was hiding her increasing need, lest she scare him too.<br />
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Christina finished her pastry, drank the last of her tea and went to work. This was turning out to be the longest day in her life even longer than Christmas Eve when she was a child. She kept reminding herself that patience was a virtue and that good things come to those who wait.<br />
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As the day went on she started to worry maybe this weekend didn't mean the same thing to him as it did to her. Maybe she has misunderstood the situation. Her insecurities starting to get the better of her. She started to call him make up some excuse why she couldn't go away this weekend. Then almost magically her apperead at her door, a little earlier than expected, as if he had known. He gave her a small kiss looked into her eyes and asked if she was ready. All her fears and doubts melted away with that one kiss and that hungry look in his eyes.<br />
<br />
Installment 2<br />
<br />
As Wayne settled in for his meeting, he found himself thinking of the dinner he would be sharing that night more than the new product launch campaign being reviewed. The saving grace was with the amount of work he’d done prior to the meeting; there were few questions left for him to answer. That didn't help, though, as it seemed the two-hour meeting wound on forever.<br />
<br />
Wayne hadn't foreseen having to deal with finalizing the printing of a new product brochure today. The plans he had ran through his mind as he made his way through the parking lot to the car. He had everything in place to be sure they would have a memorable time.<br />
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For now though, he told himself, he had to focus on having things taken care of with the brochure. There had been a problem with the last printing job. It would be easiest for him to be at their office to give final approval of the proof and make sure all details were being handled as they were arranged. As Wayne drove, though, it was the dinner that kept coming back to mind and the nights that would follow, not the product launch or the brochure.<br />
<br />
Wayne was pleased when things went smoothly once he arrived. Everything was perfect with the proof and there only had to be one adjustment made with the printer. On his way back to the car, he again ran through his mind what he felt needed to be done to have everything in place as they’d discussed.<br />
<br />
Instead of driving home and back, detouring would involve driving only a few blocks to Christina's office. He made the turn at the next intersection.<br />
<br />
As he arrived at Christina's office the receptionist was on the telephone. She held up one finger and mouthed, “Just a moment please.” He stood and admired her; she had blonde curly hair, eyes that sparked like emeralds and rosebud lips. He could not help but notice how her French manicure extenuated her long fingers.<br />
<br />
“Hello Stacey”, Wayne said as she hung up the call. “How are you today, sir?” she asked flashing a smile. “I'm doing well,” he told her and asked how her day was going. “I'm having a great day,” Stacey said. She paused and added, “Why do I think you're here to see Christina?” Wayne smiled this time and said, “Perhaps you've taken up detective work in your off hours.” Stacey replied, “Yes, I have and I can give you a couple clues. Christina worked through lunch today and she said she would be leaving a bit early. Seeing you now leads me to believe there is a connection.” Wayne complimented her and asked how long Stacey has been doing this detective work.<br />
<br />
Stacey doesn't respond to his question. She smiled and asked, “Would you like me to ring her office?” Wayne told Stacey he would like to go back without her ringing and she said that would be fine. As he started back, Stacey called, “Wayne......” He stopped and looked back to her. ‘The pastries were wonderful,” she said. “That was very kind of you. Christina was pleased. And so was I.” Wayne told Stacey that he was glad to hear she enjoyed and thanked her for the clues.<br />
<br />
As he arrived at Christina's office Wayne found her standing at the window. He didn't say anything; just stood for a moment looking at her...thinking of what this scene might be like later in the weekend.<br />
<br />
Wayne studied Christina starting with her stiletto heels. He went up her long legs. The slacks she was wearing, he thought, fit perfectly. The outfit was topped off by a black halter and he loved the way her red hair hung down to the middle of her back.<br />
<br />
Suddenly, she turned. Their eyes met and Christina smiled. “Wayne”, she said sounding surprised, “I wasn't expecting you until 5”. Wayne explained that he had something come up, was in the neighborhood and felt that he had to stop.<br />
<br />
Wayne walked over to Christina, they put their arms around each other and kissed. It was a different kiss than they'd ever had before. They pulled back a bit, but still held on for a moment. Christina reached out her hand, took the fabric of Wayne’s tie between her fingers - a tie she'd given him when they were last together - and ran her hand down the length of the tie. “This is very nice,” she said. Wayne thanked her; adding a dear friend had given it to him. “Hmmmm, a dear friend”, Christina said with a mischievous smile.<br />
<br />
Wayne asked Christina if she was ready to go. She said that she was not at the moment. She had made plans based on when they had originally planned to get together. Christina didn’t tell Wayne that she’d made an appointment to have her hair done and to get a manicure.<br />
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The discussion then turned to where they would be having dinner. Christina suggested returning to the restaurant where they had last dined noting how much they had enjoyed it. No, Wayne said. He didn't want to have dinner at that restaurant again. While it was good, they had eaten there several times. He suggested she call him closer to the time they would be getting together and see how things work out. “Is that what you want, Wayne, to see how things work out?” Christina asked. “Maybe we'd like to try something new,” he suggested. Then adding, “We have talked about trying new things this weekend.”<br />
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Christina agreed; and paused. There was a serious look on her face. “But don't expect to get your way all weekend,” Christina said. “Having my way is not what this weekend is about,” Wayne told her. “I didn't expect so,” Christina said, “We are both going to get what we want.” The smile returning to her lips.<br />
<br />
As he was turning to leave, Wayne heard Christina softly say his name...almost whispering. Looking back, her eyes were locked on him. “Thank you for breakfast,” she said. “It was wonderful.” I'm pleased to know you enjoyed it, Wayne told Christina. “Thank you, Wayne,” she said. “I enjoyed it…very...much.”<br />
<br />
As Wayne returned to the lobby Stacey was hanging up the telephone. She got out from behind her desk and walked over to him. “That is a beautiful tie,” she said. Stacey wore a red blazer with a white silk blouse, a black pleated skirt that fell well above her knees. In heels, she was able to look directly into his eyes. “May I walk you to the elevator,” Stacey asked. “It would be my pleasure,” Wayne responded.<br />
<br />
As they walked to the elevator, Stacey spoke softly. “I understand you will be calling about dinner,” she said. Wayne looked into Stacey’s eyes. “Christina and I are looking forward to the weekend, Stacey,” he said. “I have been looking forward to it,” Stacey replied reaching out and touching Wayne’s hand for just a moment. As the elevator opened and people started getting off Stacey told Wayne, “You have a wonderful weekend now,” and returned to her desk.<br />
<br />
Soon, Christina came down the hall, briefcase in hand. She stopped at Stacey’s desk as a meeting broke up and people filed out of a nearby office. “I will be going now, Stacey,” Christina said. “Do give me a call if anything comes up.” They stood for a moment looking at each other, connected. “I don’t see any problems arising,” Stacey told Christina. To which she replied, “Good, that is what I wanted to hear.”<br />
<br />
Christina was off to her stylist, Lisa. She always looked forward to “girl time” as she called it. It kept her in touch with her feminine side. This weekend, more so than any other, she wanted very much to feel empowered and this would definitely help. Normally Christina chatted with Lisa as she washed her hair. Today she closed her eyes and just sat there going over the details in her mind. She thought of Wayne and she thought of Stacey. Christina was rarely impressed by another woman. But she had passing thoughts of Stacey since she joined the company. It was never something she’d seriously thought of acting on, though, until now.<br />
<br />
Lisa's occasional questions pulled Christina back into the real world for a moment. She finally asked Christina if something was wrong. She gave Lisa a sly grin and told her no, everything was just perfect. Upon arriving at the salon, Christina had chosen to have a pedicure as well. She let the sensual feeling of the hot wax on her feet take her away again and even opted for a bright red polish for her toes. Someone had told Christina once that only sexually active women bothered with their toes in the winter. She wasn't sure about that but she did want to look her very best.<br />
<br />
This was very different from anything Christina had ever done before. This man was very different than any man she had ever known. Wayne took time to show her how special she was to him, to reassure her when little doubts ran through her mind. Her thoughts increasingly were of ways to please him, ways to show him how special she felt he was. She had to trust him to do what she was going to do. There had never been a man she would do this with before. It was a very satisfying feeling, one she had never before given herself over to. He made her feel more confidence in herself than she ever had. How else would she be able to share a bed with Stacey?<br />
<br />
For the control freak she was, this was a real experience for Christina. She was having fun rolling with the punches and taking opportunities when ever they arose. At least she hoped that was how she was being. She almost felt a little guilty about the little remark about Wayne not getting his way all weekend. For once in her life she felt it was important to let him know what she liked and wanted. She hoped she had not sounded snippy. The last thing she wanted to do was appear lacking confidence this weekend.<br />
<br />
Christina had taken all the time she had to get ready, a little extra touch here and there and now she was going to be late. She hated being late, The drive to the restaurant was a blur, butterflies in her tummy, nerves taught, palms getting sweaty. This was not the confident woman she normally was.<br />
<br />
Each step was becoming more difficult for Christina All those little insecurities were coming back to haunt her. What if she wasn't dressed appropriately…although she was looking rather fantastic if she did say so herself. What if inviting Stacey to join them had been a mistake? What if he became more attract to her? What if…What if…What if? She stopped, took a deep breath and remembered who she was and who he was. All her fears washed away in a single thought of him. She was still nervous, but it was an excited nervousness.<br />
<br />
Christina’s mouth actually watered as she looked at him. “Control yourself,” she told herself under her breath. Then Wayne looked at her and it was the same look as her own. She took a small misstep and laughed out loud at herself, He smiled back at her. Wayne walked toward her, reached out his hands, took her gently in his arms gave her a soft kiss. Melting into him she gave back to him all that he gave to her. Christina was looking forward to Stacey, she had to admit, but she was glad to be alone with him now.<br />
<br />
As they broke off the kiss and stepped back, Wayne looked her up and down, smiled and told her how beautiful she looked. Christina blushed knowing the extra time had been well spent. The desired effect had achieved. She kissed him again. Just then, Stacey walked in.<br />
<br />
Installment 3<br />
<br />
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Christina could not help but stare at Stacey. Her hair was a mass of curls going down her back to the tip of her tailbone. Her face was made-up perfectly and her long manicured nails looked freshly done. Apparantly, she was not the only one to make special appointment today. Christina let a little sigh escape her throat. Wayne was as pleased as Christina. He began to feel a swelling in his pants.<br />
<br />
They were seated in a booth near the back of the dark restaurant; this particular table had been reserved because very few customers sat so far back. Wayne, who had been coming to Angelo's since he was a child, knew the owner well and had arranged that they have as much privacy as possible. He was sitting "with" Christina, but Stacey was not far away. They were both within reach of touching.<br />
<br />
Wayne was pleased when Christina first spoke to him about inviting Stacey. He knew she was possessive of him, though, which would make inviting another woman unusual enough. But for it to be Stacey was no less than shocking. Normally when Christina had spoken of Stacey it was in the vein of what a stuck up bitch she is. Christina explained to Wayne that she knew this was something he wanted and she wanted to please him. Stacey is beautiful, Christina, told Wayne and that if they were going to have a third person it was going to be someone of her choosing.<br />
<br />
Angelo's had the best lasagna in the world Wayne had told the girls. He followed suit by ordering it for all of them. Christina and Stacey had made a pact not to talk about work tonight, and to concentrate on Wayne. Christina still had slight doubts, but knew that Wayne and she were connected in a way no one else could be.<br />
<br />
Stacey looked over at Wayne and said that she was so glad for the invitation to dinner; adding that she hoped the weekend would be enjoyable for them. They continued to chit chat until salads arrived. Christina did not particularly care for tomatoes; Stacey did not care for cucumbers. They each asked Wayne if he enjoyed their flavor. When he said yes, they each started to feed him the morsels. What had been just talk was now becoming all so very real. His heart melted a little at the thought of Christina and what it meant to her. Christina truly cared for him and his pleasure and that made his heart smile.<br />
<br />
Taking each morsel, one after the other, Wayne felt Christina's hand on his thigh. She was caressing it, her lips were parting slightly and the look in her eyes drove him wild. As Christina's hand found his crotch, he gasped quietly and said not here. Christina did not listen; asking Stacey if she minded her disappearing for a while. There was something that needed her attention right now, Christina said. Stacey replied of course not and watched as Christina went under the table.<br />
<br />
<div>
Wayne could not believe that Christina was unzipping his pants, taking out his straining cock and starting to lick it. She whispered to Wayne saying she would be right back. Stacey felt Christina's warm hand on her pussy. She had not worn any underwear as Christina suggested. Now she understood why as Christina's hand was being bolder. She was starting to touch her clit, making her wet and quivering all over. Then Stacey felt the hotness of Christina's tongue flicking the bud; it was getting so hard. Christina moved back to Wayne, as she continued to finger Stacey, and took his cock into her mouth. She was rewarded by the groan that passed his lips. Slurping, licking and sucking, Christina loved the feel of his cock in her mouth. Bringing pleasure to Wayne and Stacey at the same time was making her so wet she dripped on the floor behind the floor length table cloth. Stacey was squirming in her chair, not wanting to wait her turn. But knew that Wayne was enjoying Christinas mouth. Suddenly, Wayne tensed. He looked at Stacey, grabbed her hand and gasped, "Oh my God." With that Stacey could see he was cumming, shooting his load down Christina's thirsty throat. Christina sucked harder to get more. When he had spilled all he had into her mouth, Christina turned to Stacey to see her clit throbbing. With just a few licks, Stacy exploded onto Christina's tongue.<br />
<br />
Once they were both satisfied, Christina came out from underneath the table now taking a place between Wayne and Stacey. Christina began to drink from Stacey's glass of water. Stacey looked into her eyes, layed her hand on Christina's thigh and said, "I'm sure you will enjoy dessert." Christina replied, "I'm sure we will, Stacey, but we need to go to the restroom now."<br />
<br />
Installment 4<br />
<br />
Earlier that week...<br />
<br />
Christina had a late afternoon meeting with a new client; she invited Stacey to travel with her to the Grand Royal Hotel. That was not something Stacey had ever been asked to do; she accepted, though, without question.<br />
<br />
Christina called downstairs to have someone fill in for Stacey. There wasn't anyone available that fulfilled the requirements of the position. She called the temporary pool and arranged for someone to come in. There had to be a specific type of person to serve as "the face" of the company. At least when she was working, Christina was cool and confident; she could be very forceful and get exactly what she wanted.<br />
<br />
To say that Christina had butterflies, when she thought of what was ahead of her that afternoon, would be an understatement. As the time for the meeting grew closer, those butterflies turned into birds fluttering around in her stomach. Christina had decided that today was the day. She hoped that she could do it. For Wayne, she kept saying over and over in her head.<br />
<br />
When it was time to go, Christina stopped by the front desk, the one that Stacey normally occupied, to be sure the temp was in place. Stacey had made sure everything was taken care of; she was holding the elevator for Christina. Satisfied with the temp, they left the offices and climbed into Christina's company car.<br />
<br />
Christina was too nervous for small talk. Stacey was not saying much either as they rode in silence for a bit. Once, at a stoplight, Christina looked at Stacey. She noticed the way her dress hugged her curves. "I was wondering what your plans were for Saturday evening," Christina said; as soon as the words were out of her mouth she looked again to the road and continued on. "I do not have any plans this Saturday," responded Stacey. Her questioning tone was unmistakeable to Stacey, but Christina said nothing more.<br />
<br />
The meeting at the hotel went beautifully. They signed the contract with the new client. Christina could not help but notice the way the men in the room looked at Stacey. It seemed Stacey always got what she wanted; even when she was working. She just had to crook her finger and her will be done. It fueled Christina's jealousy.<br />
<br />
As the men left, she told Stacey to remain so they could go over notes from the meeting. As they looked over the paperwork, Christina started asking questions. They did not pertain to work; Christina was asking about Stacey's private life.<br />
<br />
Stacey could not help but think, "What does this have to do with anything?!?!?!" She felt as if she was being interviewed again; it was for a position, though, that she did not apply for. Stacey knew it was leading up to something, but she did not know what. Christina made confetti out of the readout she was holding; it was getting harder and harder for her to look into her assistant's eyes. Stacey waited, calmly, while she watched emotions flash across Christina's face.<br />
<br />
Christina finally spoke, softly, to Stacey. "Would you join Wayne and I for cocktails Saturday evening?"<br />
<br />
Stacey knew what this meant. She knew it just from the look in Christina's eyes. Immediately, Christina told her that she had never done anything like this before; she sat, exhaustedly, on a near-by chair. Stacey was getting excited; knowing that Wayne must have mentioned her; knowing that Christina hated to have to ask her for help; knowing that Christina could not help herself in wanting to please Wayne.<br />
<br />
Stacey placed her hand over Christina's as she sat down beside her. Poor Christina, she looked so frightened sitting there...as a mouse staring into the jaws of a cat. "Of course, Christina, I would love to." Stacey knew how this game was played. "And do not worry Christina, you may not have done this before, but I have."<br />
<br />
Installment 5<br />
<br />
"I'm sure we will, Stacey, but we need to go to the restroom now." Stacey heard Christina's words. Her thoughts, though, were focused earlier in the night when she was traveling to the restaurant.<br />
<br />
As she traveled to the restaurant, in a taxi Wayne had sent to her home, she was musing about the evening. She could not stop herself from smiling.<br />
<br />
Stacey was extremely good at her job. She was so good, in fact, that she was recommended by her former company to her current employer and was hired on the spot. She was proud of her accomplishments. She worked hard to achieve and exceed all the goals she set.<br />
<br />
It wasn't her work that led to this night, though. Stacey was hot and she knew it. She knew she had looks; but also knew that looks only went so far. She was intelligent and very independent, strong-willed and extremely confident. She was, put simply, a hot bitch.<br />
<br />
She thought about Wayne, and the look on his face when she arrived. It excited her. She knew her charms. She had cultivated them, made them a part of her life. She knew how to get almost anything she wanted. Then, Stacey thought of Christina; the one person with whom she did not get along in the company. Christina was also the only woman executive. Stacey smirked, knowing that the discontent between them was more jealousy on Christina's part than anything else. She had that effect on women and had learned to bask in it.<br />
<br />
When Stacey arrived at the restaurant and walked through the door, every head turned to stare, to see the woman full of feline grace. She was a woman who looked like a cat who just lapped up all the cream. She smiled and padded past the mirrored partition of the entryway to meet her party.<br />
<br />
When Stacey was noticed, Christina stood...planted to her spot as if the roots were so deep they could not be moved. Christina opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again at the futility of the activity. Wayne smiled and took her hand, kissed the inside of her wrist, and drawled out slowly, "Hello, Stacey."<br />
<br />
Christina cleared her throat a bit too loudly and said to Stacey, "Why dont we go freshen up?"<br />
<br />
Stacey followed Christina into the restroom. Christina opened the door jerkily; Stacey had to help her with the knob. Once inside, Christina again told Stacey she had never done anything like this and that she was so nervous. Stacey moved closer to her; she was almost touching Christina, but not quiet. Stacey noticed the look of longing in Christina's eyes; that look of being not quite sure how to say what you feel. In truth, Christina was horny as hell. Stacey wanted to play and asked, "Christina, are you nervous because Wayne may want me more than you, or that you may want me more than Wayne?"<br />
<br />
Stacey continued to look into Christina's eyes, watching her struggle with the question. It was evident her "boss" was not at all sure of what to say. Instead, Christina came even closer and put her arm around Stacey.<br />
<br />
Christina had watched this woman, secretly, for many months. She wanted to get to know this flower that smelled so sweet. Here she was, finally. Summing up her courage, Christina kissed Stacey. She was surprised at first that Stacey returned the kiss. It was not a kiss of passion, but tender, sweet, almost innocent. Christina had to know what it felt like to kiss Stacey, and immediately, she knew this was the right thing to do. For herself and for Wayne. Stacey could not help but see Christina became immediately flushed.<br />
<br />
Christina, her confidence stronger after the kiss, told Stacey to walk ahead of her. Christina wanted so much to see the sway of Stacey's hips, the bounce of her hair. As she walked, Christina felt a familiar tingling deep inside, a coolness that came across her skin. She knew instantly how wet she was for this woman. She was not wet, horny, steaming for Wayne, but for Stacey.<br />
<br />
Installment 6<br />
<br />
Christina looked at Stacey; she was having trouble, though, looking her directly in the eyes.<br />
<br />
They were sharing the handicapped stall that was located last in the row; Christina was itching to touch. "Did you enjoy Stacey?" Christina asked. Her eyes were full of question; she wanted to please Stacey as no one else had.<br />
<br />
"Oh yes, Christina," Stacey said with a wry smile. "And Wayne did to." Christina had forgotten that this weekend was for Wayne; at least momentaryily. Christina, at the time, was drowning in Stacey's eyes, wanting to be with <span style="font-style: italic;">her</span>, wanting to touch <span style="font-style: italic;">her</span>.<br />
<br />
Stacey could tell that Christina was still wanting; her breathing was rapid, shallow; her skin flush; she was standing so near to Stacey that a sheet of paper could not separate their bodies. Christina swayed ever so lightly, rubbing her breasts against Stacey's. "You want more, don't you Christina?" Stacey asked; already well aware of the answer. "You want an orgasm right now, right this very minute."<br />
<br />
Christina was only able to shake her head; her body was betraying her. Stacey took her hands and said, "Do you want me to give you one? Is that why you asked me in here?" She paused; then continued. "You don't want Wayne to touch you, to please you, to fuck you until you cum? You want me to give you what you want."<br />
<br />
Christina looked at the floor, then looked into Stacey's eyes once more. "Yes," she answered. Stacey kissed her; as she did, she slid her hand under Christina's dress and touched her pussy lips. Chrsitina leaned her head back, closed her eyes, and let escape a murmered. Stacey wanted more from Christina; she began to taunt her. "Do you want me to finger your clit, Christina? Do you want my fingers to push past your lips and touch that little rock? Do you want me to move over it then...and make you cum?"<br />
<br />
Christina could not stand it any longer. "Yes," Stacey. "Yesssssssss."<br />
<br />
"What if I don't want to?" Stacey said with a touch of defiance as she removed her hand. All Christina could say was. "Please." She was breathing so fast, wanting so much. She reached for her hand, but missed it. "Stacey, please," Christina said. "Pleeeeeeeeease, Staaaaceeeeeey, Ooooooo, Godddddd. Pleeeeeeease."<br />
<br />
Stacey knew exactly what she wanted; she was getting it all and more. She manuvered her hand back up Christina's dress, passed her lips and started massaging the hard button that was there. Christina kissed her, longingly. She used Stacey's shoulders for support. This was, at least partly, what Christina had wanted.<br />
<br />
As Stacey massaged her, thrilled her, a tiny moan came from within Christina. This was what Christina needed all along. The <span style="font-style: italic;">bitch</span> that she told Wayne about so many times, was going to make her cum. She loved it. Pressure built up inside of her, then it released. She moaned softly, shuddering. Christina and Stacey knew, almost immediately, that Christina wanted more. Christina would always want more.<br />
<br />
Christina looked into Stacey's eyes. She saw her as she never had before; she then kissed Stacey. They exited the stall and freshened their make-up. Christina finally said, "Thank You, Stacey." Stacey grinned and said, "Let's not keep Wayne waiting."<br />
<br />
Installment 7<br />
<br />
<br />
As they proceeded with dinner, Christina savored the time she shared with Stacey. Being again close to Wayne, though, she began hungering for cock.<br />
<br />
As time went by, the three engaged in small talk. It was, though, only a way to ease the tension they were all feeling. Christina was now throbbing. She had been thinking of the way Wayne squirted down her throat; she loved the taste of cum. Now she knew that inviting Stacey had been the right choice. She was definatlly a huge turn on for him...and for her. She had never tasted another woman before; she definitel wanted more.<br />
<br />
Christina wished that she could have seen Wayne's face as he came. He was always so full of expression at that moment. She would have been watching and would have cum right at that instant.<br />
<br />
But now, over their heaping plates of lasagna, Christina was throbbing. She needed to cum so badly that her fingers were straying to her pussy. Stacey and Wayne were both noticing her dilemma. Wayne stopped eating just long enough to raise her skirt slightly with one hand and touch her pussy lips lightly, brushing her hand away. He whispered in her ear that he wanted so very much to bury his cock into her. Wayne's slipped his finger deeper into her pussy lips, he touched her clit and made her moan softly. Christina leaned her head back and closed her eyes; she loved feeling the pressure of his fingers.<br />
<br />
Suddenly, Stacey announced that they all needed to go to the restroom. She had been watching and now it was empty. They needed to go, she said, this time more emphatically. Stacey had a smoldering look in her eye.<br />
<br />
Upon entering the restroom, Wayne immediately started kissing Christina hotly on the mouth. He was devouring her, making her gasp for air. Stacey came up behind Christina, lifted her short skirt and started to finger her pussy. Wayne unzipped his pants to free his cock from the restraining fabric; he wanted desperately to ram his aching member into Christina's already dripping pussy.<br />
<br />
Stacey positioned Christina on the counter, legs wide apart, with her ass barely supported. Intent on driving her wild, Stacey licked Christina's pussy, keeping it throbbing while Wayne unzipped his pants. Christina could barely keep control; wanted so much to cum in Stacey's mouth; God, how she wanted to cum for Stacey. She knew, though, that the contracting of her pussy around Wayne's cock would delight him.<br />
<br />
This has largely been Stacey's night. It was Wayne who was now going to take control.<br />
<br />
He came to Christina and told Stacey to get onto the counter. "Get on all fours, bitch," Wayne barked at Stacey. "And lick her pussy." It was this side of Wayne that Stacey was longing to see; he had to be strong if she was going to give herself to him. Wayne rammed his cock hard into Christina; her pussy almost sucking him in. She was so tight, so delicious, he almost came inside her then.<br />
<br />
Wayne leaned over and started to tongue Stacey; tasting her clit for the first time drove him wild. She had her legs spread wide for him and was in just the right position for his tongue to do its work. Between her taste and Christina's pussy, Wayne would not be able to last long. Christina was mewling, moaning; Wayne clutched her breast to give her extra pleasure. His tongue was licking Stacey fiercely; he wanting her to cum, was to taste her, to feel her spasms. Stacey was fucking his mouth, moving back and forth on his tongue, deriving pleasure from his mouth. She was close also.<br />
<br />
Christina let out a grunt as her pussy contracted even more on his cock. Wayne loved how loud Chstina was when she came; she was being quiet now, though, and he knew it was hard for her. This orgasm was exceptionally powerful; she was bucking him wildly, thrusting and fucking so fast that he almost came. Within minutes, Stacey was screaming, not holding back at all, "I'm cuming! I'm cummmming!! Oh fuck you!!! I'm cummmmmminnnnngggggggg, Wayne!!!!<br />
<br />
Stacey was lost in her orgasm. "Don't stop, Wayne!" she screamed Suck my clit. Lap it up, you fucker Make me cum in your mouth!" she screamed desperatley as another orgasm engulfed her. "Love my fucking clit!!! OOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!! She was squirting hot cum into his mouth, onto his face. He never had a woman cum like this before. It was glorious! This made Wayne groan loudly and then gasp and he cam inside Christina. Christina was holding Wayne tightly, knowing that he needed the support for his climax while he was still licking Stacey.<br />
<br />
She was cumming yet again. This set Christina off again as Stacey was screaming; she began to say Stacey's name again and again. Her pussy contracted around Wayne's cock as spasm after spasm engulfed her. "You bitch!" Wayned screamed at Christina. "You fucking bitch!!" he thrusted harder and harder into her, pumping faster and faster. Her screaming Stacey's name drove him absolutely mad. "Give it to her, Wayne!" Christina screamed, cumming again. "Give it to herrrrrrrr, you fuckkkkkerrrrrrrr!!"<br />
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Installment 8<o:p></o:p></div>
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<st1:city w:st="on">Wayne</st1:city> gingerly assisted the women off the
counter, his eyes scanned over Stacey’s body to Christina’s eyes. Stacey grinned back at him, and though he
wanted to spread her out over the counter again, it was Christina whom he
wanted to keep. Time, he had plenty of
time, no need to rush Christina. There would
be more encounters with Stacey, as long as Christina was involved, he knew he
could have them both. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The sly grin he flashed at Stacey
turned to a more genuine smile when Christina met his eyes. Buttoning his pants, he slightly cocked his
head to the side, touched the side of her face and brought her into him. He gave her a kiss, just enough to let her
know it was she he wanted. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Christina leaned into his kiss
and wrapped her arms around him. Yes, he
knew how to handle her and she knew it. <st1:city w:st="on">Wayne</st1:city> was showing her she
was important to him, that this encounter was just an encounter and nothing
more, that Stacey would only be a sexual toy for him. That was exactly what Christina wanted to
know. She felt a boost of confidence in
herself. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Stacey adjusted her skirt and
watched them. She knew what <st1:place w:st="on">Wayne</st1:place> was doing, she knew
how men treated their girlfriends and would then turn their back on them. It was just an act. She might be the third wheel, but she had
confidence in her actions and reactions.
She knew he would eventually come to her. Once she finished adjusting her clothing, she
flashed Christina a smitten look, she knew what she was doing and she was pleased,
as was <st1:city w:st="on">Wayne</st1:city>. <o:p></o:p></div>
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They re-adjusted their clothing
when Christina caught her look and turned away, <st1:city w:st="on">Wayne</st1:city> on her heels, his arm wrapped around
her. He now motioned Stacey over with
his other hand as they proceeded out of the restroom. Christina took the lead, followed by Stacey
and then himself. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Dinner sat on the table, still
warm. They sat and ate, talking some, but thinking more of what had happened and wanting more. At least Stacey and Wayne did. </div>
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Once dinner was done and they left the restaurant, <st1:city w:st="on">Wayne</st1:city>, realized he had paid for Stacey’s ride
to the restaurant. Would it be wrong of
him to send her home in a taxi? He
thought otherwise and volunteered to drive her home. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Though, she understood his
reasoning for giving her a ride home, Christina, didn’t want her in the car
with them. This was Christina’s time
now, not Stacey’s. She merely smiled
when Stacey accepted and climbed in the car.
While Stacey gave directions to her home, Christina laid her hand in his
lap and squeezed his thigh gently. She
wanted so much more, she wanted him to know that he was still hers. He smiled, the pressure of her hand moved in
between his thighs. Yes, he liked this,
even better with Stacey in the backseat.
<o:p></o:p></div>
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He found himself having to focus
harder on the road as Christina moved in closer, her hand unzipping his
pants. Stacey caught his eyes in the
rearview mirror when he turned his attention back to the road. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Christina pulled his cock out,
her hand moving up and over the shaft as Stacey directed him around a curve in
the road. His breath caught in his
throat. She wrapped her hand around him,
gently squeezing, her thumb locating the tender spot below the head. She massaged it while gently stroking
him. Up and down she went, starting
slowly and then moving faster. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
Then he stopped in front of her
house. Even though the thought of Stacey
watching turned him on, he fought the urge to cum in Christina’s hand. Stacey glanced back at them, smiling a knowing smile. <st1:city w:st="on">Wayne</st1:city> glanced at her
momentarily as she walked away, watching her body sway to and fro, then
realized they needed to go. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Her breath hot in his ear, she
leaned into him, “Let’s go to my place, <st1:city w:st="on">Wayne</st1:city>.”
She slid a finger into her mouth and sucked
on it sweetly. He watched her finger
slide in and out of her mouth, then her hand found that sweet spot below the
head of his penis. He turned to her, her
mouth suddenly on his. “I want you,” she
whispered. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He pulled away from the curb as
Christina’s hand escalated, pumping him harder.
Before he pulled out of the neighborhood, she went down on him. He moaned loudly. Her tongue ran up his shaft. He gripped the wheel tightly with one hand,
his other hand wound up in her hair and pushed him down harder on her. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
She wouldn’t allow him his
ecstasy just yet. That would be finished
at her place. Wet kisses extended up his
shaft and she found that sweet spot again.
Gently she sucked on him, his moans escalating. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Christina, oh, yes, suck it,” he
groaned. Every time he tried to push her
mouth harder onto his cock, she moved her head, savoring the taste of his
manhood. “Oh, baby.” Before they knew it, they were in front of
her place, his cock aching to fuck her every which way he could. Though he tried to have her finish him in the
car, she backed down and stood her ground, exiting the car in haste. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“You want it, <st1:city w:st="on">Wayne</st1:city>, you have to come get it,” she
coaxed. She hurried through the door,
him in hot pursuit behind her, grinding against her before they even got
through the doorway. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
The door slammed shut and she was
up against the wall, his cock hard against her.
She tore at his shirt, their mouths exploring one another. Buttons flew about as she pressed her face to
his chest, taking his nipple in her mouth.
His hand wrapped in her hair and pressed her hard to him. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Aaah, yes, Christina.” Her hands quickly removed his clothing as he
stood before her naked, his cock throbbing with intensity. His hands quickly found her zipper and let
her dress fall to the floor. She stood
before him in her “fuck me quick” heels, the ones that made her legs look even
more glorious. His hands rounded her
hips and pulled her to him. He ached to
be inside of her, to bend her over and fuck her like she’s never been fucked
before. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
He throbbed hard against her, his
hand moving to her clit. He started
slowly, her body responding, writhing against his. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Ohhh, yes, <st1:place w:st="on">Wayne</st1:place>.”
His fingers moved quicker, her clit hardening against them, opening for
him. He separated her lips then went
down to his knees for her, his tongue exploring, flicking slowly, then moving
faster. She pressed his face harder into
her and wrapped one leg over his shoulder, her heel biting into the flesh of
his back. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
He cupped her ass in his hand,
the leg that draped over his shoulder and pulled her harder into him. She writhed against him, grinding against his
tongue that now penetrated her. “Ohhhh, <st1:city w:st="on">Wayne</st1:city>, yesssss.” She felt him practically lift her up as his
entire mouth now encompassed her pussy.
“Yessss, ohhhhhh.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
She flowed, her juice nice and
sweet, into his mouth. “Ohhhh,
yeahhh!” He kissed up her stomach as she
met him halfway, working her way down.
He stood before her as she went down to her knees, taking him into her
mouth. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Yes, Christina, take it all,” he
moaned. This was what he wanted in the
car, what he wanted in front of Stacey.
She took him entirely into her mouth, her hands fondling his scrotum,
her finger finding the spot underneath that drove him nuts. He leaned forward onto the wall behind her as
he pumped harder into her mouth. His
other hand pressed against the back of her head, pushing her harder into him. Up and down she went, fast and hard, making
him want to cum. “Oh, my God,
Christina.” But before he came, she
pulled away. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“No, don’t stop,” he
groaned. She stood and came face to face
with him, that fuck me look that drove him crazy. She wrapped her mouth around his, her arms
around his neck when he suddenly grabbed her by her hips and wrapped her legs
around him. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Take me, <st1:city w:st="on">Wayne</st1:city>.”
<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
He quickly located the
couch. Fuck the bed, he wanted her
now. He sat down with her on the couch,
her body over his, her long leans legs draped nicely to the sides. His cock ached for her and pressed against her
stomach. Their eyes met as she steadied
herself over him, her hand stabilizing herself as she took him in, slowly and
steady. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
Her warmth welcomed him. “Aaah, yes, Christina.” Her hips rocked against his. His hands found her breasts, his thumb tantalized
her nipple, hardening it. He moved into
her breast, his mouth accepting her nub, sucking and tantalizing it. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Ohh, Wayne.” She pressed his face into her, rocking
against him, fucking him, accepting him, wanting him like it was the last
time. “Yessss,” she groaned. Harder and faster they pumped. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Yes, Christina, fuck me, fuck
me,” he growled, leaning his head back.
She pressed her hands against his chest, giving her more power and speed
to work with him. “Aaaa, yes,” he
moaned. She rose up on him, her hands
cupping her own breasts as she threw her head back. “Oh, <st1:place w:st="on">Wayne</st1:place>!”
<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
He watched her lean back,
exposing her clit to him. Oh, yeah, that
was all he needed. He grabbed her around
the waist and hips and rocked her backwards onto the coffee table. He threw her legs up and over his shoulders
as he pounded into her, his cock ramming into her. She screamed with each and every thrust,
yelling that she was cumming. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Harder, <st1:place w:st="on">Wayne</st1:place>, harder. Oh, I’m cummmmmming.” He exploded into her and felt her wet juices
dripping onto him. His release sent into
her another orgasm. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Oh, Christina, ohhhh yeah,” he
groaned. She arched her back up, pushing
her breasts up into his face. He lay
against her, his face buried in between, his hands resting casually on them.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
Christina grinned, then latched
on to his hair, jerking his head back.
“I’m not done, <st1:city w:st="on">Wayne</st1:city>,”
she whispered.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
He saw the hunger in her
eyes. She planted both hands on his
chest and shoved him off of her onto the floor beside them, then was instantly
on him. Her tongue lapped over his
mouth, then hungrily ran down his body.
Before he knew it, he was inside her again, only this time her mouth
slid over his shaft. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
He groaned as she took him in. He grabbed onto her hair and pushed her down
more, her tongue stroking every inch of him.
“Oh, baby.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
He arched himself into her as her
hands gripped him harder, her mouth slowly inching over him. His hips pumped into her, wanting nothing
more than having her suck him dry. A
deep moan escaped his lips as she pumped him harder with her mouth. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Oh, God, Christina.” He was throbbing harder for her, his cock
sliding in and out of her, slowly, then busily, hungry for him. He rolled his head back, her mouth pumping
harder and faster, fuller and stronger.
She rolled her mouth back towards the tip and lapped at the head, her
tongue probing that sweet spot again, finally setting him off. He held her in close as he exploded on to
her. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
Christina made her way up his
body and lay next to him, draping her body over his. She curled her head into his shoulder and
smiled, happy that she had him alone, with no one else to share him with. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
Installment 9<o:p></o:p></div>
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Stacey
walked in the dimly lit living room. Though the lights were off, several
candles were lit around the house, including the sconces lining the walls. The
room smelled of fresh blossoms. She
inhaled the fragrance and turned down the hallway. Gentle, soothing music drifted from the
bedroom. Following it down the hallway,
she smiled, the gentle sounds of water splashed from the bathroom in the master
bedroom. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
Quietly, she
stripped from her clothes and walked into the bathroom. Her bare feet made no sound as she entered,
her womanly frame a nice silhouette in the doorframe. She stopped, her hands curling around the
frame, inhaling not only the scent of blossom but her lover. The suds enveloped the tub, almost toppling
the side. Her lover sat with her back to
her, her dark hair pulled up. Stacey
smiled as she suddenly spoke up.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
“You smell like
sex,” she commented. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
Stacey could
hear the smile in her voice, “I got what I wanted tonight.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
She
walked around to the front and gracefully put her foot in the tub, the bubbles
casually dancing up her legs. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Do
tell?” Her lover’s dark eyes glanced up
at her from under her long lashes. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
As
she begun the story, she watched the spark light up in her eyes, a glimmer of
sexual intensity bore into them. Stacey
loved her eyes, for she could always tell what she was thinking. She watched Michelle’s breasts bob up and
down in the water, the water slowly floating over them and back down, exposing
her. Michelle’s breath quickened, listening
to Stacey tell her story, revealing the events of the night. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
Michelle
was becoming excited, her hands gently moving up Stacey’s legs. Stacey’s breath quickened, her breath
becoming a little more erratic.
Responding to her, Stacey sat up, moving over Michelle, her legs
straddling her lover’s, her hands brushing up and over Michelle’s soft
breasts. Before Stacey could finish her
story, their lips met, Michelle’s voluptuous lips wrapped around Stacey’s. They wrapped their arms around one another as
Stacey settled down on Michelle’s lap.
She leaned in more over Michelle, tilting her pelvis forward, brushing
the velvet of her womanhood against Michelle’s.
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
Michelle
moaned, her hands moving down Stacey’s back, then wrapping around her ass. She pushed her down more, driving Stacey’s
breasts into her face. Michelle’s tongue
slid over Stacey’s nipple and then gently took her bud into her mouth, sucking
on it. Stacey moaned, feeling the slide
of Michelle’s hand down to her pussy, her finger now curiously stroking
her. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Oh,
yes,” she moaned. Her hips responded, thrusting
forward and harder. “Oh, yes,” she
whispered in her ear. Stacey’s tongue
flicked over Michelle’s ear, gently sliding in.
<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
Michelle knew
how to titillate her and very well. Her
fingers moved slowly over her nub, the water moving gracefully along her pussy. Stacey bit her lip, waves of excitement
flooding her body. She was still in a
state of sensitivity after her encounter with Wayne and Christina, so it didn’t
take much to arouse her. Michelle’s
fingers slid inside of her, penetrating her very existence. <span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">“Oh, yes.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
“Cum for me,
Stacey,” she whispered. Though the
penetration felt good, it was not what Stacey truly wanted. Michelle’s fingers slid in and out, the water
sloshing between them. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
Stacey pulled
her face away from her breast and gazed into Michelle’s eyes. “No, give me what I really want.” Her hips continued to gyrate against
Michelle’s, their clits grazing against each other’s. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
Michelle’s eyes
rolled back, her left hand wrapping around Stacey’s ass, pushing her harder
into her own mound.
“More….Stacey….harder,” she groaned.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
Stacey knew what
she was going to have to do before she could get what she wanted. Leaving her right leg in place, she slid her
left leg in and under Michelle’s, wrapping it around the back of Michelle,
their pussy’s now perfectly in alignment.
Michelle wrapped her legs around Stacey, applying the pressure that
would be needed to grind against the other.
Rocking against the other, their clits moved in succession, constantly
meeting, stroking and sliding on one another.
Their moans echoed in the small bathroom, the water sloshing up and over
the sides of the tub. Their arms wrapped
tightly against one another, their breasts bouncing to and fro, rubbing against
each other, the suds enveloping their skin.
Excitement elevated to delight, quickening on the intensity of their
desire. The gyrations of their hips
became erratic, exploding into a frenzy as both women came together. Their mouths wrapped around each other,
tongue fucking the other when Michelle suddenly came out of the water, pinning
Stacey against the other side of the tub, the gyrations of her hips
intensifying. Stacey moaned beneath her,
letting Michelle have what she wanted for she knew it would truly satisfy not only
Michelle, but herself as well. Michelle
always came well when they were in this position and she loved watching her
enjoy it. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
Her hands
wrapped tight against Stacey’s ass, pulling her harder into herself, tilting
her just right. Michelle’s clit stroked
her hard and fast, moving tightly against her, bringing her into another
orgasm. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
“Aaaaah, yes,”
they both moaned. Stacey leaned her head
back over the side of the tub, Michelle’s hot breath in her ear. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
“I thought about
you tonight….fucking him….you need to fuck her…oh, God……,” she moaned. Michelle’s face was suddenly buried in
Stacey’s breasts, water flowing up and over her face. “Give me your pussy, now,” she demanded. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
Stacey slid
quickly out of Michelle’s grip and sat back on the end of the tub, propping one
leg up on Michelle’s shoulder, revealing her wet pussy to her. Michelle dove in, her tongue suddenly lapping
at her clit. Tremors suddenly overtook
her body. She grabbed onto her hair and
pulled her in hair, rubbing her nub against Michelle, her pussy wet and wanting
Michelle’s tongue inside of her. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
“Yes, Michelle,
fuck me….oh, please….,” she moaned, her voice echoing in the room. “Ohhhhhh, yessssssss.” <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
Michelle wrapped
her arms around her legs pulling her in tight against her, her tongue gently
parting her lips open. Her tongue probed
hard against her clit and then slid down, slowing taking Stacey in. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
“Ohhhh,
yesssss.” Stacey buried her heel in her
back, pressing her tighter against her.
Her hips rocked back and forth against Michelle’s mouth, her back
arched, her breasts fully exposed in the room, hardening her nipples in the
cool air. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
“Fuck me,
Michelle, fuck me, yesssssssss.” <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
Michelle’s
tongue slid in and out, her fingers spreading her wide open to take her
in. Tongue fucking her, her fingers
caressed her nub, sending her into convulsions of excitement. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
“Stacey, I want
you, now. I want you to fuck me,” she
whispered, slowly coming up to meet her eyes, her lips meeting Stacey’s
rosebuds. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
Stacey knew what
was next. She stood and stepped out of
the tub, taking Michelle’s hand in hers, escorting her out of the room. Once in the bedroom, they enveloped one
another and slowly crawled into the bed, their bodies gradually enduring,
caressing and turning to please the other. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
Lying on their
sides, they pleased the other, their lips each meeting the others clit, their
legs wrapped around the others shoulders, the slight pressure of their leg
pulling them in tighter. Their hips
rocked in succession to the other, grinding against the others probing tongue,
gradually moving faster, harder, elevating them to their sexual height. Their moans echoed in the room, the gentle
breeze of the cool air whisking by the dancing flames of the candles. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
Stacey and
Michelle lay next to each in the dark room, their arms wrapped around one
another, gently kissing the other. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
“When are you
going to seduce her?” Michelle asked, her lips gazing up into Stacey’s. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
“Soon, I’ve been
thinking on my approach.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
“You’ll know the
timing when it’s right but you need to do it soon. Just make sure to make her feel good about
herself before you do, she’ll appreciate it more. Oh, and a thought, because she’s your boss,
you might want to let her think she’s in control of the situation. She’ll be more apt to be open with you if she
thinks she is.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
“I think you’re
right. If she’s more comfortable around
me and she thinks she has control, I’ll get more exposure around the
company. She has a lot of meetings with
the executives and I need the exposure so that I can progress in the company.” <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
“You’ll be fine,
Stacey. I have faith in you.” <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
“Thank you,”
Stacey said, nuzzling into Michelle’s neck.
“Besides, I know there are more opportunities too, if <st1:city w:st="on">Wayne</st1:city> is involved, though I know he won’t
commit to me. He wants her, but if I can
get Christina to include me, there’ll be more professional advantages.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
“Nice, keep up
the good work, Stacey,” Michelle said, before dozing off to sleep.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
It had been a
hectic morning, Christina thought as she walked into the office. She was going to stop and get a coffee, but
realized she was going to be late for a meeting if she did. Instead, she hurried to work, realizing that
she also left her bottle of perfume in the car when she took it out the other
day to refresh herself. Dammitt! <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
Hurrying into
the office, she noticed Stacey at her desk, her hair and makeup perfect, the
scent of her perfume wafted into the air.
Christina recognized the scent immediately and as she turned to go into
her office, Stacey looked up and smiled at her.
Dammitt! What was it about Stacey
that made her feel self conscious? She
knew she was a beautiful woman and knew that <st1:city w:st="on">Wayne</st1:city> desired her, but that did not make her
feel at ease though she knew he would not do anything with Stacey unless
Christina was there. Oh, what to do?,
she thought. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
How she needed
that coffee right now. Christina put her
stuff in her office and then quickly left, approaching Stacey. Stacey glanced up at her from the computer
and smiled.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
“How are you
doing today, Christina?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
Approaching her
desk, she casually looked Stacey over.
“I’m doing well. And, yourself?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
“Very good.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
“Listen, I have
a meeting in fifteen minutes. Would you
mind picking me up a cup of coffee? You
know what I like.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
“Yes, I do and I
can do that for you. Just give me one
minute to get this email off and I’ll go next door.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
Meeting her
eyes, Christina hesitantly asked, “And, that perfume you’re wearing…is that
Dolce and Gabbana?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
“Why, yes it
is? You and I have the same taste.” Score, that was one for Stacey. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
Apprehensive
and vaguely smiling, Christina answered, “Yes we do. By chance, do you have some with you? I left mine in the car and I really don’t
have time to go down and get it…”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
With
that, Stacey was reaching in her purse and pulling it out. “Thank you,” Christina said, spraying a
couple of squirts on herself. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“You
have good taste,” Stacey said. Stacey
smiled smugly to herself. This was the
time to flood her with compliments.
Christina was not her normal “get it together” self right now. Stacey felt the urge to take hold of the
reins and guide her. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Well,
I guess you and I both have good taste,” Christina commented. She handed back the bottle. Stacey
clicked on the Send button and stood, grabbing her purse. “I’ll get that coffee for you.” </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
Christina started to leave the
office when Stacey chimed back up again. “Nice
dress too. Is that new?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
Christina
stared back at Stacey in awe, totally un-expecting the compliments that flowed
from Stacey’s mouth. Surprised, she
answered her.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
“Yes, it
is. Thank you.” She turned and walked into her office,
gathering her papers, listening to the sound of heels leaving the office. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
She was looking
forward to this next weekend out of town with <st1:city w:st="on">Wayne</st1:city>.
She desperately needed to get away to spend some time alone with him. But yet her thoughts roamed to Stacey. The soft flow of material against her
breasts, sparing some cleavage to the next available pair of eyes that would
roam there.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
She closed her
eyes, her thoughts roaming back to the other night at the restaurant. Mmmm, that had been a good night. Though most of her thoughts remained on <st1:city w:st="on">Wayne</st1:city>, her mind wandered
to Stacey, to the tight skirt she wore.
She did have a nice ass and the curves on her body…. What the hell was she thinking? Did she truly desire Stacey as well?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
She signed on to
her computer and double clicked on her email, her thoughts of Stacey roaming
back over her. Nice dress? Was Stacey saying something to her too? She had felt Stacey’s eyes casually looking
her over. Hmmm, what was Christina going
to do with her? She felt she needed to
regain control over the woman, otherwise she might run not only Christina’s
professional life, but personal life into the ground. <st1:city w:st="on">Wayne</st1:city>
desired her and she knew it. She needed
to regain control and there was only one way to do it. She needed to remind Stacey who was in
control of her own life and it wouldn’t be Stacey.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
Instantly there
was a meeting reminder staring her in the face.
Shit, she needed to get to the meeting.
There would be time to mull this over after the fact. Quickly, she grabbed her stuff and ran out of
the office. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
Throughout the
day, Christina ran in and out of Stacey’s office, delegating minor work that
she needn’t work on herself. Stacey
could handle typing the meeting notes, scheduling meetings, etc, etc. Christina didn’t need to bother herself with
little work. That was Stacey’s
responsibility. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
Christina lay in
her tub that night, sipping on a glass of wine, mulling over her thoughts. Tomorrow, she would ask Stacey tomorrow. Her head was full of angst and
frustration. She realized now what she
truly wanted, but it was more of a control issue than anything else. Her desires ran deep as she lay her head
back, enjoying the relaxing bath. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
Christina seemed
to have it more together the next day.
She came in with coffee in hand and her briefcase, totally decked out in
a black skirt and white button up shirt.
Her hair was pulled up into a loose knot on her head, strands of hair
falling casually along the side of her face.
She looked satisfied and a little more confident than she had the day
before. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
Stacey smiled at
her, wondering why she looked so smug and noticed an overly confident smile on
Christina’s face. Christina had seemed
lately as though she were having some self confidence issues. Stacey was sure she knew the reason why she
was so insecure about herself. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
“Good morning,
Stacey.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
“Good morning,
Christina.” She watched Christina walk
into her office and within minutes come back out, approaching her desk.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
Christina set
her stuff down and turned her computer on, warily wondering if she should sit
down. Would she be able to do this? Of course, she could. She did the other night with Wayne and
Stacey. This time it would only be her
and Stacey. She knew if she sat down,
she wouldn’t be able to get back up and give Stacey the card. She had managed to come into the office,
confident and determined that she was going to follow through with this. Now, she was wary. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
Standing there
for what seemed like eternity, she finally reached into her purse and pulled
out the card. This card was going to
give Stacey the hotel name, the directions to the hotel, the date and time to
be there. Christina was going to make
this worth the while for Stacey. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
Gripping it
tightly in her hand, she walked out of the office and into Stacey’s office,
approaching her desk. Stacey smiled up
at her, noticing the card in her hand. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;">
Without
hesitation, Christina casually handed it to her. “I expect you to be there on time, preferably
a few minutes early. Dress sexy, I want
you to look good. Oh, and wear those
black heels I like. The card will
explain everything else.” With that she
turned and walked away, avoiding a glance back at Stacey. She knew if she did, her eyes might fail
her. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Kilroy_60http://www.blogger.com/profile/13915666123073934585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32973602.post-12098825564297456772011-06-29T12:09:00.002-05:002011-06-29T12:13:55.755-05:00Debra Carolyn, mmmmmm Queen Deb, Is A Horny GirlAs I soak in my tub my thoughts turn to you, Michael.<br /><br />I fantasize about kissing you, passionately and feverishly. I want to hold you and you to hold me. I want to feel every inch of your flesh against mine. I want you to slowly peel off every inch of my clothing and I want to watch your eyes as I am truly revealed to you. I want to see the torment in your eyes as they glaze over with lust.<br /><br />I reach for the bar of soap and glide it softly across the curves of my body, carefully choosing and stopping in certain areas.<br /><br />I think of you laying me softly upon your bed and climbing slowly on top of me. You gently slide my legs apart with your knee, and then, and only then, do you feast your eyes upon what truly torments you. With the barest touch, you lightly glide your hand over the lips of my pussy; purposely sliding inside. You are aroused and excited by the warm and silky like cream that awaits you from within.<br /><br />Intricate ribbons of desire curl up and around my wet pussy, and I am unable to resist, as I move my hips in slow circular motions, creating tiny waves, as bubbles skim the water top, the bar of soap moving faster across my naked flesh.<br /><br />Unable to stand the torment, I smoothly switch sides, you on the bottom, and me on top. Curling down between your legs I am greeted by the root of all my desire.<br /><br />I press my lips to your cock and with desired soaked eyes, you watch as the head of your cock slowly disappears into the warm inviting cavern of my mouth. In a gentle, yet, feverishly slow and tantalizing motions; I slide my mouth up and down the whole of your cock, making my way down to taste and lick your nuts.<br /><br />Lost in a wild frenzy of lust and erotic sexual desire, the words are unnoticed as they pass my lips.<br /><br />“Ohhhh, Michael, Jesus baby, you taste so goddamned delicious!”Kilroy_60http://www.blogger.com/profile/13915666123073934585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32973602.post-32071044544795122802011-03-09T14:08:00.008-05:002011-03-09T15:15:37.347-05:00Steelers Fans, Let's Make 2012 L.C. Greenwood's Year!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjON7OgKcPaQii0_-8t4Vwz88-LBiF83_5H9zRBS1ey1Hm5B-kEW3iPPXVKi6d2OyKA7AcGUDr-5MgzZn-61xqUgxh_Sm8UrA784mIZ4VwhWyCTQEky6tGam0hh1KluL6j4OttQ0w/s1600/Gold+Shoes.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjON7OgKcPaQii0_-8t4Vwz88-LBiF83_5H9zRBS1ey1Hm5B-kEW3iPPXVKi6d2OyKA7AcGUDr-5MgzZn-61xqUgxh_Sm8UrA784mIZ4VwhWyCTQEky6tGam0hh1KluL6j4OttQ0w/s400/Gold+Shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582159498024629986" border="0" /></a>The Pittsburgh Steelers drafted L.C. Greenwood in the 10th round of the 1969 draft, making him the 238th pick.<br /><br />The Steelers' number one pick that year, the fourth player selected overall, was Joe Greene.<br /><br />The pair played together for 13 years, both spending their entire career with the Pittsburgh Steelers. Along the way the Steelers won four Super Bowls, IX, X, XIII and XIV.<br /><br />"Mean" Joe was inducted into the Pro Football Hall Of Fame in 1987.<br /><br />L.C. Greenwood, who became known to teammates as "Hollywood Bags," is still waiting.<br /><br />I'm calling on Steelers fans to join me in a campaign to make 2012 the year L.C. Greenwood is inducted into the Pro Football Hall of Fame.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7y9kezpUQEsRjqfoPqF-VIhjh-jLJ5k9vkjZd_BP3b5DaBz003-8IKEROw3RC2eX9gK7fGsSwmrheHCuNANpPXB20rXxiQwuK-4ZmvV8EMRGw93VtXSLsdCgxLy6XUeHPLhyphenhypheny8A/s1600/L.C.+Super+Bowl+X.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7y9kezpUQEsRjqfoPqF-VIhjh-jLJ5k9vkjZd_BP3b5DaBz003-8IKEROw3RC2eX9gK7fGsSwmrheHCuNANpPXB20rXxiQwuK-4ZmvV8EMRGw93VtXSLsdCgxLy6XUeHPLhyphenhypheny8A/s400/L.C.+Super+Bowl+X.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582171503997095874" border="0" /></a>Because his active career was completed more than 25 years ago it's necessary for him to go in through a Seniors Committee nomination. The committee selects two for the ballot, it's up to us to convince them to make L.C. Greenwood one of those two selections when they announce their 2012 nominees in August of this year. That gives us 5 months to get the job done.<br /><br />Does L.C. Greenwood's career warrant Hall of Fame consideration? You tell me...<br /><ul><li>Member of Pittsburgh Steelers STEEL CURTAIN defense</li><li>6-time Pro Bowl player</li><li>First-team All-Pro twice</li><li>1970s All Decade Team</li><li>Super Bowl Silver Anniversary Team, 1991</li><li>Named to Steelers all-time team, 2007</li><li>73 1/2 career sacks, led Steelers 6 times</li></ul>I say yes and that his selection is long overdue. Whose with me?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyLpFquqjNF41wfeQmn6_n6bosfx4S9MJLX2z_wdcAVFadeLJJdOzPyN2DRMlKApSCIScu4z1Ko-8e5Kb8LtwvIePLi3VNnb56wG7T2pjGsrwnRlpH17Rg6O1d-2IR1Wr4uI-LYA/s1600/Super+Bowl+IX.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyLpFquqjNF41wfeQmn6_n6bosfx4S9MJLX2z_wdcAVFadeLJJdOzPyN2DRMlKApSCIScu4z1Ko-8e5Kb8LtwvIePLi3VNnb56wG7T2pjGsrwnRlpH17Rg6O1d-2IR1Wr4uI-LYA/s400/Super+Bowl+IX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582173894562687474" border="0" /></a><br />THESE are the nine people we need to reach, to convince them to place L.C. Greenwood's name on the 2012 Pro Football Hall of Fame ballot...<br /><ul><li>Dan Pompei, Chicago Tribune</li><li>Rick Gosselin, Dallas Morning News</li><li>John McClain, Houston Chronicle</li><li>Edwin Pope, Miami Herald</li><li>Ron Borges, Boston Herald</li><li>John Czarnecki, FOXSports.com</li><li>Dave Goldberg, AOL Sports/Fanhouse</li><li>Ira Miller, The Sports Xchange</li><li>Len Shapiro, Miami Herald<br /></li></ul>Ed Bouchette of the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette is on the Pro Football Hall of Fame Selection Committee, but not a member of the Seniors Committe. Nonetheless, it wouldn't hurt to have him on our side. I say it's worth a shot to contact him and ask if he'll publicize our effort.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg17F2hP_-lDEuntMMMGMeDrOy1ohDhk0RNdGQQFK5MYNkH-yTqOxBF18QQaLVLcD_RqG4rrmigFgel2h4T3X_0t69rbo915cYZJrA3mipL-bDRtB7Sa72Ypu6IrhxQkaSfMqj4cg/s1600/Steel+Curtain.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg17F2hP_-lDEuntMMMGMeDrOy1ohDhk0RNdGQQFK5MYNkH-yTqOxBF18QQaLVLcD_RqG4rrmigFgel2h4T3X_0t69rbo915cYZJrA3mipL-bDRtB7Sa72Ypu6IrhxQkaSfMqj4cg/s400/Steel+Curtain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582172733864184210" border="0" /></a><br />If you're on Facebook you can "like" <a href="http://www.blogger.com/facebook.com/Elect.LCGreenwood.Pro.Football.HallOfFame">Elect L.C. Greenwood to the Pro Football Hall of Fame</a>. This can be a tool, something we can point to illustrating interest in and support for L.C.'s candidacy. As I write, on March 9, 2011, 1,620 "like" the page. We need to bump up that number significantly in order to have an IMPACT. So, please help spread the word!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizRFmjE0R6Nx5BAKFi2vumes9WvjksU9CKS911H0o1On_Jis8ke1V5qA6LZXcEkW0qSQznY-XW7BYWiscZtjIbP56ldcChh9IiNJaP83P-c_4D5yV6zesBcxxrgyuGDONnU0GgIw/s1600/91227096.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizRFmjE0R6Nx5BAKFi2vumes9WvjksU9CKS911H0o1On_Jis8ke1V5qA6LZXcEkW0qSQznY-XW7BYWiscZtjIbP56ldcChh9IiNJaP83P-c_4D5yV6zesBcxxrgyuGDONnU0GgIw/s400/91227096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582174857658565266" border="0" /></a><br />I encourage you to contact the Pro Football Hall of Fame directly. Write L.C. Greenwood 2012 on the outside of the envelope! The address is: Pro Football Hall of Fame, 2121 George Halas Dr. NW, Canton, OH 44708Kilroy_60http://www.blogger.com/profile/13915666123073934585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32973602.post-12537838310420390852010-12-05T05:54:00.008-05:002010-12-05T07:20:02.406-05:00My Final Resting Place<span style="font-size:130%;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;">"Die, v.: To stop sinning suddenly."</span><br />-Elbert Hubbard</blockquote><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb4eU5joFsYPvze5b0Ov9l6VizAIPA95uvzRE0ZNjbfVNFz5qFcri7Fua-FOtdhbA4arBlbi2TUGUB5VQYBKhMii7XtxnIZ3e4OSFbQbmzBhvOWMozC6f4ebarzXUsF638jHUkMw/s1600/question+mark.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 332px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb4eU5joFsYPvze5b0Ov9l6VizAIPA95uvzRE0ZNjbfVNFz5qFcri7Fua-FOtdhbA4arBlbi2TUGUB5VQYBKhMii7XtxnIZ3e4OSFbQbmzBhvOWMozC6f4ebarzXUsF638jHUkMw/s400/question+mark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547150774306650946" border="0" /></a><br />There have been few moments in my life which were more twisted, more perplexing than when I heard my buddy Al's wife say, <a href="http://kilroythegonzopapers.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-middle-of-night-i-go-walking-in-my.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Where should we spread the ashes?"</span> </a>Life made more sense when I was eating mescaline than at that moment.<br /><br />The thing I am thankful for, looking back, is that I was stone-cold sober when I had to wrap my head around that one.<br /><br />Al, you see, was one of my best friends, who days before had put a .357 in his mouth. I had expected to see him, we were planning a road trip, to points unknown, but I hadn't expected any of <span style="font-style: italic;">This</span>. I didn't know, nor did his wife, that his cancer had returned and the prognosis was not good.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizCQ-0HJlUm1hWFcsixs_K7x6RsvvVb8VA5Z4Sf1aJjT6rbF-M3cT-3JjkSEh9p17cx5lsr4wgpFtN8qZ9GAWOH6sm8YphilVUZMtWZHaOR8psdvBNKv0fUDwF2LA2xKuCeMxLBg/s1600/3.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizCQ-0HJlUm1hWFcsixs_K7x6RsvvVb8VA5Z4Sf1aJjT6rbF-M3cT-3JjkSEh9p17cx5lsr4wgpFtN8qZ9GAWOH6sm8YphilVUZMtWZHaOR8psdvBNKv0fUDwF2LA2xKuCeMxLBg/s400/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547157275320299538" border="0" /></a><br />What followed was <a href="http://kilroythegonzopapers.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-road-trip-to-wind-river-canyon.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Last Road Trip</span></a>. The Master Baiter and I hit the road to find the Right place to spread Al's ashes. It took us 39 days to travel through 10 states before we found It, Al's final resting place. It was at Wind River Canyon, Wyoming that we spread Al's ashes.<br /><br />One thing I've known for a long time is that I'll be cremated when my time comes. I'd never given a thought, though, to what would happen afterward. That is to say, what will happen with my ashes.<br /><br />I <a href="http://kilroythegonzopapers.blogspot.com/2009/08/never-use-money-to-measure-wealth-son.html">met with my attorney</a> after returning from The Last Road Trip in order to make modifications to my will. One of the things I made a point of doing was to arrange an admittedly extravagant party for the family and close friends I leave behind. The subject of my ashes came up Momentarily, only to be passed over to be dealt with another time.<br /><br />I've spent a fair amount of time over the past year-and-a-half wresting with the question of what will happen with my ashes. Earlier this morning I made a final decision.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBh4P3WSBIHt9u5LHPig2Ph_8y7jNxAGTUwStfxJQctmSmN3v2mTCgNM6ofwixCTRyKIWeEYTPXGcAZKMTWyPb7kcTQnrLvxfzgvZ9BpejuEr0VjrQz9v10iuusQVaEey0B6uUqw/s1600/Neptune+Memorial+Reef.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBh4P3WSBIHt9u5LHPig2Ph_8y7jNxAGTUwStfxJQctmSmN3v2mTCgNM6ofwixCTRyKIWeEYTPXGcAZKMTWyPb7kcTQnrLvxfzgvZ9BpejuEr0VjrQz9v10iuusQVaEey0B6uUqw/s400/Neptune+Memorial+Reef.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547164902101403522" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.nmreef.com/memorial+reef.18.lasso">Neptune Memorial Reef</a> will be my final resting place. Neptune Memorial Reef is a man-made reef off the coast of Miami, 3.25 miles east of Key Biscayne, built in the image of The Lost City of Atlantis.<br /><br />Check it out...<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FS-2LVXDLoQ?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FS-2LVXDLoQ?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />"A cigar is as good as memories that you have when you smoked it." -Raul Julia ...and, with that, friends, I'm going to pour a tall glass of Johnnie Walker Blue Label, sit back, in the quiet calm of the morning, smoke a Corona Especial and enjoy memories of a time gone by which I shared with a great friend.<br /><br />Cheers!Kilroy_60http://www.blogger.com/profile/13915666123073934585noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32973602.post-23160114098569567232010-11-17T10:00:00.005-05:002010-11-17T10:32:11.574-05:00Stumble This...Stumble This... Stumble This... Stumble This... This Is Me Saying, I Don't Think So.I've never had any interest in collecting friends on Facebook, followers on Twitter or mutual subscribers (a phrase introduced to replace the term friend) on StumbleUpon. That doesn't mesh with my philosophy of valuing relationships.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0aYRsqtHqsfluiu0kZKKTUnfr9By0mYIWOSTzR1h17G9LJOum-Ku15gUY25dX7pCKAQO_UAhpiQ5gj6Sf3bZ4vhzOWkFuaDLygMLK4L_-mk8HcvjpLlF2FRKOnSyEVsbOCrb35Q/s1600/Poor+Reputation.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0aYRsqtHqsfluiu0kZKKTUnfr9By0mYIWOSTzR1h17G9LJOum-Ku15gUY25dX7pCKAQO_UAhpiQ5gj6Sf3bZ4vhzOWkFuaDLygMLK4L_-mk8HcvjpLlF2FRKOnSyEVsbOCrb35Q/s400/Poor+Reputation.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540533814001691138" border="0" /></a><br />I'm also not one of those people who uses StumbleUpon as nothing more than a tool to drive traffic to my website. I enjoy the social aspect of StumbleUpon and it's not unusual for me to send a note through share as a way of connecting with a friend, not simply to share content which might be stumbled.<br /><br />Some people, though, only send shares to ask for stumbles. You send them a note, as a friend, and they ignore it, only to send another share asking for a stumble.<br /><br />It was interesting to me when a mutual subscriber, whom I would not refer to as an acquaintance, let alone a friend, one that always ignores friendly notes and only asks for stumbles, responded to a note I sent saying the site they were sharing, over and over, has a bad reputation on <a href="http://www.mywot.com/">Web Of Trust</a>, a great add-on for Firefox.<br /><br />Yes, eLearners.com has a Poor Reputation on Web Of Trust. <span style="font-style: italic;">If it were</span> one of the "most popular sites on the internet" would that be a guarantee it's operation is squeaky clean? Not necessarily. If it generates over $1 million or $1 billion per week is that<span style="font-style: italic;"> a reason to trust</span> the site? No.<br /><br />I don't trade stumbles, I don't stumble everything that comes across my stumble button and I don't expect anyone to stumble everything I send them. There are "friends" or mutual subscribers who aren't worth having, people who only want to use you to promote their content are at the top of that list in my book.Kilroy_60http://www.blogger.com/profile/13915666123073934585noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32973602.post-47044493781042196052010-09-09T13:34:00.020-05:002010-11-05T19:47:01.121-05:00Kicking Off The 2010 Season<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyHZkMrutCgephBEwakMeSbTDJWMeOvOkuI-9xBv_2iZHMOBgM5u7I7iUCi6OKwZl_jQ9__R_DbsNcrGA1Y5ypFuRJAhtA6Plw_7hL8drCrDf4eUKv0QbI7IX4eMWmFkxDUQe0Og/s1600/The+Jet+Set+1.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyHZkMrutCgephBEwakMeSbTDJWMeOvOkuI-9xBv_2iZHMOBgM5u7I7iUCi6OKwZl_jQ9__R_DbsNcrGA1Y5ypFuRJAhtA6Plw_7hL8drCrDf4eUKv0QbI7IX4eMWmFkxDUQe0Og/s400/The+Jet+Set+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514984001444460962" border="0" /></a>I've taken on the job of serving as the General Manager of my buddy's fantasy football league team, The Jet Set.<br /><br />The Jet Set's season kicks off tonight when the New Orleans Saints line up against the Minnesota Vikings.<br /><br />Drew Brees (New Orleans) is the Jet Set's starting quarterback and Percy Harvin (Minnesota) lines up in the W/R spot for the Jet Set.<br /><br /><br /><br />The Jet Set's starting lineup includes...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1ZDclWzWmQuBwbq3_JMIFN5DHjmX4qEnmRczDW5HhjDzQFDS9fxcbJUNohxoxQiTTN6sbaIXyBMT1w5_PBI6lD2j6WIB9utFuzbh3A8jDsEyAwsyzBk7iZ3n8bawxJ8HrdkFO1w/s1600/The+Jet+Set.GIF"><br /></a>QB Drew Brees<br />RB Steven Jackson<br />RB Ricky Williams<br />WR Randy Moss<br />WR Miles Austin<br />TE Antonio Gates<br />W/R Percy Harvin<br />K Nate Kaeding<br />Defense New York Jets<br /><br />Oh yes, I also wanted to introduce our cheerleaders...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglGWExMdg7S-bHQeY7a8FGJQY86K8OiY7ul5mA1VUV4S8AvW1awYQGUmOz6HJJ_OJrZL3jWBSZU9zemadT25qoszuZ_CjsyQ9_5jyJGYEcCKVY3WwZ3Juhg5oGlAa6FzwVVlDPsQ/s1600/The+Jet+Set+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 197px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglGWExMdg7S-bHQeY7a8FGJQY86K8OiY7ul5mA1VUV4S8AvW1awYQGUmOz6HJJ_OJrZL3jWBSZU9zemadT25qoszuZ_CjsyQ9_5jyJGYEcCKVY3WwZ3Juhg5oGlAa6FzwVVlDPsQ/s400/The+Jet+Set+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514988540211299778" border="0" /></a>Kilroy_60http://www.blogger.com/profile/13915666123073934585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32973602.post-63598539452669121452010-09-06T21:26:00.009-05:002010-09-06T21:57:54.486-05:00Waving The Terrible Towel For Steelers Babes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUWLBx0v3CkYUM73HlWs1PTsiJtvuZTYX_hWrr-NQVCAh62iRGYBJaP5FBZLfEthFvb5QcLttc9f9jB-nMcPG6rrpu8q9w3AUI_9D6GzQVAu5BFzpAY-YZj3VsA752O-GXJg-18g/s1600/Shardae.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUWLBx0v3CkYUM73HlWs1PTsiJtvuZTYX_hWrr-NQVCAh62iRGYBJaP5FBZLfEthFvb5QcLttc9f9jB-nMcPG6rrpu8q9w3AUI_9D6GzQVAu5BFzpAY-YZj3VsA752O-GXJg-18g/s400/Shardae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513992817285602434" border="0" /></a><br />The Pittsburgh Steelers kick off the 2010 regular season on Sunday, which makes it a perfect time to once again celebrate <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://kilroythegonzopapers.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunday-is-day-to-celebrate-steelers.html">Steelers Babes</a>. If you have photos you'd like to submit for the 2010 Steelers Babes collection, email them to Kilroy60@gmail.com and they'll appear in an upcoming post.<br /><br />To get things rolling I'm featuring this delectable creature...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRKQCBH2vujpFNx0NfceVJH3ByoOvdvFnaqxJCLOU5HhYSAuKUrdG2Ya6H3Ir9iPui2JGDoMxB1an5wturk7j3K3Nue4nU_H2oo-OBp9UYIw-6qj6AATtXrEyhfERXoFLFOgh6cA/s1600/5220_1094123440547_1450386979_30270567_3564117_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRKQCBH2vujpFNx0NfceVJH3ByoOvdvFnaqxJCLOU5HhYSAuKUrdG2Ya6H3Ir9iPui2JGDoMxB1an5wturk7j3K3Nue4nU_H2oo-OBp9UYIw-6qj6AATtXrEyhfERXoFLFOgh6cA/s400/5220_1094123440547_1450386979_30270567_3564117_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513997621644189986" border="0" /></a><br />Needless to say, I'm waving The Terrible Towel for Steelers Babes! Here we go, Steelers, here we go... Here we go, Steelers, here we go... Can I get a HELL YEAH?!?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQDbSAr61oRqZrnpYmJlmHdAfvVOrDDW-BwuMOsWqeozXh3NsF8Ra9j1FNgBpQv3lTE43JDnOxV6G64U2r_0wKxdrUsfqHUgsOcqV7QwnSd7R_zx7VQp_UeHQNPuxvg8FWliXPQ/s1600/4501_1073099234955_1450386979_30212525_6893521_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQDbSAr61oRqZrnpYmJlmHdAfvVOrDDW-BwuMOsWqeozXh3NsF8Ra9j1FNgBpQv3lTE43JDnOxV6G64U2r_0wKxdrUsfqHUgsOcqV7QwnSd7R_zx7VQp_UeHQNPuxvg8FWliXPQ/s400/4501_1073099234955_1450386979_30212525_6893521_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513998501843102066" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCCzflqfsP8YFjNCf1UGuVWDMcZonE58_EiT2fj-wpHfvk79sGUsSJvjThNOJ8e_WBLcvvDUW1CPYoZZ4BKmHyaoRRAQQmf4fENlNdQJR5-FCncslaJ-g1JMdz6QFJV7nRMOUhvg/s1600/36808_1397496864693_1450386979_30973428_7576172_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCCzflqfsP8YFjNCf1UGuVWDMcZonE58_EiT2fj-wpHfvk79sGUsSJvjThNOJ8e_WBLcvvDUW1CPYoZZ4BKmHyaoRRAQQmf4fENlNdQJR5-FCncslaJ-g1JMdz6QFJV7nRMOUhvg/s400/36808_1397496864693_1450386979_30973428_7576172_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513999631341731026" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnPyvYF8pKcklnQX5gJyipr0nImphSmd3V9DgdwXA2MVHBUhgLjo9iGvHbTanYD8oVnH_4LsDpaEFNTcGONLxS1vxYrf6YKm1TUYDCO-m3RAvvpB3JxJqjAihXzptU_neJhM6o6Q/s1600/36808_1397496824692_1450386979_30973427_5058712_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnPyvYF8pKcklnQX5gJyipr0nImphSmd3V9DgdwXA2MVHBUhgLjo9iGvHbTanYD8oVnH_4LsDpaEFNTcGONLxS1vxYrf6YKm1TUYDCO-m3RAvvpB3JxJqjAihXzptU_neJhM6o6Q/s400/36808_1397496824692_1450386979_30973427_5058712_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513999229334153522" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs61iMw02BUYocDaopOg3edMJfRqFWbPnPWo2Mo9aiRPDcUTDDBOObFVfmYZq6MmRHGXzGFJcew07i2By-m-HuyTU9E7WUvw2g-Yj8pSxO6-ZloO2Jr0X3JE9nKzRJHnqO78PkGQ/s1600/14545_1166234523279_1450386979_30450812_3694337_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs61iMw02BUYocDaopOg3edMJfRqFWbPnPWo2Mo9aiRPDcUTDDBOObFVfmYZq6MmRHGXzGFJcew07i2By-m-HuyTU9E7WUvw2g-Yj8pSxO6-ZloO2Jr0X3JE9nKzRJHnqO78PkGQ/s400/14545_1166234523279_1450386979_30450812_3694337_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514000157872945810" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJAbjdFP2UbbYp5xA2Yan3Wj_jQJoQ5QK9Cx9ubKW7oHSIxTEp1pMmk8dngL_mpu9XL4yysbKcvJ9cm6JToJ2cGLANH0eV6FgViF736gSMSxu3X4UKHlExkbSpTYHkdCsBtvpKuA/s1600/14545_1166234483278_1450386979_30450811_427029_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJAbjdFP2UbbYp5xA2Yan3Wj_jQJoQ5QK9Cx9ubKW7oHSIxTEp1pMmk8dngL_mpu9XL4yysbKcvJ9cm6JToJ2cGLANH0eV6FgViF736gSMSxu3X4UKHlExkbSpTYHkdCsBtvpKuA/s400/14545_1166234483278_1450386979_30450811_427029_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513995706475296610" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhygCbGbvQ3RgRxrXTSwVulkw2U2_mdVwq8e47L-le4hEsyNvmyxWJSahptEsJAkUfiAWkDaH4kM6ACFsXhwTCQ8pfb6FjbqJRyIoaHyTnn7Gf1G2G3MQo6GIv-LIdCWl8pxoU9IQ/s1600/4501_1073099394959_1450386979_30212529_911098_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhygCbGbvQ3RgRxrXTSwVulkw2U2_mdVwq8e47L-le4hEsyNvmyxWJSahptEsJAkUfiAWkDaH4kM6ACFsXhwTCQ8pfb6FjbqJRyIoaHyTnn7Gf1G2G3MQo6GIv-LIdCWl8pxoU9IQ/s400/4501_1073099394959_1450386979_30212529_911098_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513998003892319074" border="0" /></a>Kilroy_60http://www.blogger.com/profile/13915666123073934585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32973602.post-24726546201151396922010-08-05T13:07:00.011-05:002010-08-05T15:00:47.394-05:00Stumble! Stumble! Stumble! Stumble! Stumble! Stumble! Ahhhhhhhh!! Stop The Madness!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcq1zfspNitR9npOWmqxJzELSNaCGdwJUCW4p_tcy5j207Lc7FsNUFKhADw859J59s6070zRe5q2Pg74LWKUT-3xWKRLjO1T4R3QzA-9-RtkSrnh5YrlvS4dXevFuLdpCAO8GTLQ/s1600/Stumble+Button+Madness+2.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcq1zfspNitR9npOWmqxJzELSNaCGdwJUCW4p_tcy5j207Lc7FsNUFKhADw859J59s6070zRe5q2Pg74LWKUT-3xWKRLjO1T4R3QzA-9-RtkSrnh5YrlvS4dXevFuLdpCAO8GTLQ/s400/Stumble+Button+Madness+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502005979629721394" border="0" /></a><br />I've never been one to "collect friends" either in life or what has become an extension of our lives, social media. I'm also not one of those people who describes social media as "a numbers game" and I hate that viewpoint.<br /><br />There's one thing all bloggers and authors who write for paid content websites share, we want to have our content read. Or viewed in the case of photographers and artists who utilize sites tailored to present their work.<br /><br />If you're a blogger and/or contribute to paid content websites you're more likely than not to use social media to put what you're producing in front of people and try to expand your audience using sites like Twitter and Facebook.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQyDRTM8k3JajI_cbqFCcTfWeOiX7vA67_7QAX1EfOpRR0pSiVvjDjO8zRwDt0FrxmpWE1ABoI9gTJEcEbl4gUNixvhdrBHcxvgQXZCMkVPLnyLMxfI2WAlRE5OClF__ddK_VqwA/s1600/Stumble+Button+Madness+1.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQyDRTM8k3JajI_cbqFCcTfWeOiX7vA67_7QAX1EfOpRR0pSiVvjDjO8zRwDt0FrxmpWE1ABoI9gTJEcEbl4gUNixvhdrBHcxvgQXZCMkVPLnyLMxfI2WAlRE5OClF__ddK_VqwA/s400/Stumble+Button+Madness+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501997226440218370" border="0" /></a><br />I'm as enthusiastic a person as you'll meet when it comes to helping my friends get their content out. The friends I'm happiest to help, unquestionably, are the people who are equally as enthusiastic about doing what they can to support my effort.<br /><br />In the same vein, if you have a friends who publishes whatever and you'd like me to help them I'll be happy to. What's important to me is to see that you'll be happy to help my friends just as I help yours.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrEDvYW8FFzdiumpKmvvcbJTSW_S-4PADBY56tdJmpHyhWy-n8dcqAV14oOqesiIpUOBdzq6xhLA3NNAoNs8I8yM7HD3aYkjqDDDF7AHvdFphFyaH3qZJJQOWxLHnTLwfm1IzD1g/s1600/Stumble+Button+Madness+3.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrEDvYW8FFzdiumpKmvvcbJTSW_S-4PADBY56tdJmpHyhWy-n8dcqAV14oOqesiIpUOBdzq6xhLA3NNAoNs8I8yM7HD3aYkjqDDDF7AHvdFphFyaH3qZJJQOWxLHnTLwfm1IzD1g/s400/Stumble+Button+Madness+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502007482280695922" border="0" /></a><br />A popular social media site for bloggers and paid content website authors is StumbleUpon.<br /><br />I suspect there are people who sign on with SU to recapture the joy they experienced when the internet was new to them and they surfed simply to see what they might find. If it weren't for bloggers, though, when you look at it realistically, there wouldn't be any social media site as successful as it is today. More than anything people are on StumbleUpon because they have content they want people to see.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNTTYSJwgukAPVkDemCMOa_-Hd4n8nwzJvG2Ua2mjDel2U58lLzbfYC8U9zhvmkmhtzgntR6jC8s6Q3DHX_BanC6I04sQzssk0-5LIfJ9XxyEnGGLWYUGLRQycETvsmaIT84oLJQ/s1600/Stumble+Button+Madness+4.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNTTYSJwgukAPVkDemCMOa_-Hd4n8nwzJvG2Ua2mjDel2U58lLzbfYC8U9zhvmkmhtzgntR6jC8s6Q3DHX_BanC6I04sQzssk0-5LIfJ9XxyEnGGLWYUGLRQycETvsmaIT84oLJQ/s400/Stumble+Button+Madness+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502009374083615202" border="0" /></a><br />You have to do more than stumble your own content, of course, because there are vigilantes on StumbleUpon who think it's their job to identify people who do not adhere to the "Terms of Service" and work to have them banned from the site. You can't "trade" stumbles with your friends either, for the same reason.<br /><br />One of the things that makes StumbleUpon popular, though, is providing means to share your content with friends, although that's a term SU no longer uses, and you can BUY stumbles by paying the site to make your content available {sic}.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVLIWczJCmmx7SHv4NI7JPeT1ZD8Z1zjb0dUdu9eRV2zH62ozKY2zWjzIS892IKXyEwD3i854jk30SE9klZtD2pHNG_RW-EYIRXY4FLiCX6p9_I9My75DZN5fLTfRNLxNOSel7kA/s1600/Stumble+Button+Madness+5.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVLIWczJCmmx7SHv4NI7JPeT1ZD8Z1zjb0dUdu9eRV2zH62ozKY2zWjzIS892IKXyEwD3i854jk30SE9klZtD2pHNG_RW-EYIRXY4FLiCX6p9_I9My75DZN5fLTfRNLxNOSel7kA/s400/Stumble+Button+Madness+5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502010626008302194" border="0" /></a><br />There have been times I've been very active on StumbleUpon, logging in a time or two a day, and other times I haven't been active. Recently, though, I went through a period when I wasn't blogging and the only social media I was doing was Facebook.<br /><br />When I returned to StumbleUpon I had 500 shares waiting for me, which is as many as you can get. No matter how much I stumbled I couldn't get 99 shares off my stumble button. That, I can tell you, is no fun at all...especially when you have a few friends who don't hesitate for a moment to send you one share after another.<br /><br />Today I made a decision I've been avoiding for the longest time, to blow through the shares, without looking at any of them, simply hitting the stumble button over and over and over and over to get rid of them. That's the only thing thing I could do to put myself in a position again to help my friends by supporting their content which appeals to me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvREh1mpmaNLywtvIIdEXp3gTxBpdkEtxdx1-6EVNBcKS3LcmJQBUCXVBD0BMvM5XwGy3DYPUYA4zm9lBV7aOMJa0cG_XfRM_jWQEKkGIg_ur0-jzySGN2VWJO6qeR3S35a9V_hg/s1600/Stumble+Button+Madness+6.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvREh1mpmaNLywtvIIdEXp3gTxBpdkEtxdx1-6EVNBcKS3LcmJQBUCXVBD0BMvM5XwGy3DYPUYA4zm9lBV7aOMJa0cG_XfRM_jWQEKkGIg_ur0-jzySGN2VWJO6qeR3S35a9V_hg/s400/Stumble+Button+Madness+6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502012189783142418" border="0" /></a><br />In addition to StumbleUpon I'm active on Facebook, Twitter and ShoutWire. I don't dig Digg because they're too much ass kissing required to gain traction and I'm not willing to do it at all.<br /><br />I set up an email - kilroy.gonzo@gmail.com - and would be happy to look at any content you have online which you'd like to see thumbed, tweeted, posted on Facebook and/or shouted. I plan at this point to stumble with greater regularity, but simply can't promise that I'll log in on a daily basis. I'd much rather be able to stumble and see what comes up vs. having to wade through share after share after share after share, especially one after another from a few people.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzUA5U79SjMhIOO-JB8ZZ0IDFY8Ngri33IThQ7f_m8Zfs9llxLBqk16h2VhK-1Bd1eD90X_-LgO8le73QH6-LpYdpCbocOkceTK8e2g3yjQdVDSmwbX5HxTRvTF0WRAGSPyu7lXg/s1600/Stumble+Button+Madness+7.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzUA5U79SjMhIOO-JB8ZZ0IDFY8Ngri33IThQ7f_m8Zfs9llxLBqk16h2VhK-1Bd1eD90X_-LgO8le73QH6-LpYdpCbocOkceTK8e2g3yjQdVDSmwbX5HxTRvTF0WRAGSPyu7lXg/s400/Stumble+Button+Madness+7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502013693340060850" border="0" /></a><br />If you're active in social media and would like to connect, send me at email at kilroy.gonzo@gmail.com. I'll never ask you to trade stumbles or tweets or facebook posts, but I'm interested, to be sure, in connecting with people who are as interested in helping out as they are sending content out for support.Kilroy_60http://www.blogger.com/profile/13915666123073934585noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32973602.post-38303091894731954812010-07-19T16:34:00.005-05:002010-07-19T17:02:08.830-05:00Green Acres Is The Place To Be<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSa5YQ6qhrR9cpaZcYmAKYpkDFM_211ax4IfK3h-Luqqu-fhcLb3yYRrC7btKd9ToOidNBrcwJn7cCimudF2gAXDHqUneaeZaIJg-ykXczoTYAri1T4ZXs7YDrBpei3tRr9mvN-w/s1600/DSC01825.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSa5YQ6qhrR9cpaZcYmAKYpkDFM_211ax4IfK3h-Luqqu-fhcLb3yYRrC7btKd9ToOidNBrcwJn7cCimudF2gAXDHqUneaeZaIJg-ykXczoTYAri1T4ZXs7YDrBpei3tRr9mvN-w/s400/DSC01825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495740992660805090" border="0" /></a><br />Returning to blogging isn't something which has come easily.<br /><br />I won't get into all the things I've been dealing with over the past eight months. But, don't be surprised when you begin seeing me show up more often, because there's a lot going on in my little world and I have quite a bit of catching up to do.<br /><br />Today I'm posting because I thought you might enjoy seeing some pictures of my garden.<br /><br />I've been an accomplished indoor gardener for several years, but there are no cameras allowed...because that's what we refer to in the business as <span style="font-style: italic;">evidence</span>. Ho Ho.<br /><br />This year, for the first time, we set aside some space in The Writer's Refuge for vegetables and herbs.<br /><br />Actually the only vegetables we put in are tomatoes and lettuce. Along with that, we have a thriving crop of basil and cilantro. Check it out....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsJA4i6ngHhW6gnQc66_zEWRThtgq54Yr3EwnHPuoAYgKzuFUxNUl-dA6BOvSLFsd7-n79jDPlLiAdRYhEOd7TDcg4hFZt1GdbiXJe4VCXptDJhCZI_VQjosf7WL4ul84h69OoJQ/s1600/DSC02349.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsJA4i6ngHhW6gnQc66_zEWRThtgq54Yr3EwnHPuoAYgKzuFUxNUl-dA6BOvSLFsd7-n79jDPlLiAdRYhEOd7TDcg4hFZt1GdbiXJe4VCXptDJhCZI_VQjosf7WL4ul84h69OoJQ/s400/DSC02349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495738807669666898" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlh8uIlcYHYM14eJTfQdQK_9dcdg54KlTwbom4rZ1rKtrGusll1nkgxJbZdn4txx1FjwdufiFMuCjUDqIud8AuqsCkrq_6MXLRhbM1kSOVBexFS2PjoASusolz4_mRJU901TURdA/s1600/DSC02351.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlh8uIlcYHYM14eJTfQdQK_9dcdg54KlTwbom4rZ1rKtrGusll1nkgxJbZdn4txx1FjwdufiFMuCjUDqIud8AuqsCkrq_6MXLRhbM1kSOVBexFS2PjoASusolz4_mRJU901TURdA/s400/DSC02351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495740247996730050" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7kEW2M_cU8lwYzgTwzJZwQXnYg-ejGu5JhAIaDAdvRG2bLGu_aQPl5OU0EynuNPZYT-d9K80T1YFp2l-cDo8_Pzc7WPDBcW8LAcFxJEgr3btLRj4_vtNmolSjlTCO-aewR9Kajw/s1600/DSC02350.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7kEW2M_cU8lwYzgTwzJZwQXnYg-ejGu5JhAIaDAdvRG2bLGu_aQPl5OU0EynuNPZYT-d9K80T1YFp2l-cDo8_Pzc7WPDBcW8LAcFxJEgr3btLRj4_vtNmolSjlTCO-aewR9Kajw/s400/DSC02350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495738370942877074" border="0" /></a><br />To conclude, I'd like to invite my social media friends, who have blogs and/or publish on paid content websites to email me at kilroy.gonzo@gmail.com if you want to get your stuff in front of more people. I can use a hand as well and that's the best way, on my end, to make it happen.Kilroy_60http://www.blogger.com/profile/13915666123073934585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32973602.post-37693036135668355132010-03-09T12:01:00.003-05:002010-03-09T17:46:54.927-05:00Kilroy_60's Smokin' Hot 100 {Part 6}<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD6pQr8kqNf_tyL8e1CEunPYyPF75HDTa2vB2KFge-JX_0kY6y7gU_zWCUpJ8-u5MY_XXCwfbNO92RrgG2oq_k8LNGGxLaM9ihFWg9tattb94mYmLIdVxJuTOCGuD5wlR4mVqw3g/s1600-h/jaime_pressly_34-1024.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD6pQr8kqNf_tyL8e1CEunPYyPF75HDTa2vB2KFge-JX_0kY6y7gU_zWCUpJ8-u5MY_XXCwfbNO92RrgG2oq_k8LNGGxLaM9ihFWg9tattb94mYmLIdVxJuTOCGuD5wlR4mVqw3g/s400/jaime_pressly_34-1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446511183587998514" border="0" /></a><br />Have you been following Kilroy_60's Smokin' Hot 100? If not, now is your chance to catch up.<br /><br />You could classify <span style="font-style: italic;">beautiful women</span> as an industry and there's no shortage either of distributors nor consumers.<br /><br />Beauty is, to be sure, a subjective matter and it's a completely different conversation than talking about what makes a woman <span style="font-style: italic;">attractive</span>. It's necessary to consider factors such as intelligence, personality, attitude and style to determine whether or not a woman is attractive.<div><br /></div><div>Compiling a list of the World's Most Beautiful Women isn't something I found very interesting, they're a dime a dozen.<br /><br />There are few things that grab my attention and hold my interest more than a woman who is smokin' hot. That, I suspect, is a phrase that requires no explanation. It's the primal attraction a woman has, where you want nothing more than to <span style="font-style: italic;">take</span> her... to be inside of her, time and time again.<br /><br />That's the sole criteria for inclusion in Kilroy_60's Smokin' Hot 100.<br /><br /><a href="http://kilroythegonzopapers.blogspot.com/2009/12/kilroy60s-smokin-hot-100-part-1.html">Part 1</a> was released 26 December, 2009 with <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Danica Patrick, Kate Beckinsale, Bar Refaeli, Sofia Vergara and Padma Lakshmi</span> kicking off the list.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Nicole Kidman, Tricia Helfer, Eva Mendes, Victoria Silvstedt and Lisa Dergan</span> came next, in <a href="http://kilroythegonzopapers.blogspot.com/2010/01/kilroy60s-smokin-hot-100-part-2.html">Part 2</a> of the Smokin' Hot 100 list; followed <span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Giada Delaurentis, Christina Aguilera, Diane Lane, Charlize Theron and Jillian Beyor</span> in <a href="http://kilroythegonzopapers.blogspot.com/2010/01/kilroy60s-smokin-hot-100-part-3.html">Park 3</a>.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Denise Richards, Kate Hudson, Halle Berry, Carrie Underwood and Penelope Cruz</span> comprised <a href="http://kilroythegonzopapers.blogspot.com/2010/01/kilroy60s-smokin-hot-100-part-4.html">Part 4</a> of the Smokin' Hot list; finally <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Joanna Krupa, Beyonce Knowles, Katy Perry, Samantha Harris and Blair O'Neal</span> made up <a href="http://kilroythegonzopapers.blogspot.com/2010/01/kilroy60s-smokin-hot-100-part-5.html">Part 5</a>.<br /><br />Now, in Kilroy_60's Smokin' Hot 100 {Part 6} we have Megan Fox, Elin Nordegren, Lindsey Vonn, Cindy Crawford and Jaime Pressly.<br /><br />Enjoy...<br /><br />Megan Fox<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWbhi9Lw7cxsSt3y9sHqG3oZBmTVRBQR0_inEF2qyQM13Q2wMW0q51JoNqzIb5x0QrUHQ9UIAaqdqAeaaA73LvYAhJN6l5O7wC1I3AP_BNqDDWSsINGbXnquq2avKYRHhdbYP0yQ/s1600-h/megan-fox-2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWbhi9Lw7cxsSt3y9sHqG3oZBmTVRBQR0_inEF2qyQM13Q2wMW0q51JoNqzIb5x0QrUHQ9UIAaqdqAeaaA73LvYAhJN6l5O7wC1I3AP_BNqDDWSsINGbXnquq2avKYRHhdbYP0yQ/s400/megan-fox-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446671381165467570" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJGH_iE9aumuvy69rtUZ-E8xNGEilfSxO-N-PCOaJIYWeANN5rO67y73fzaqUsEtDrKE0SsbjsaBKtNEO1LxSge8VqryeYbUW318Amg5cUQBHK53pAPMj6FmvvkTOsMdLm6a6EFA/s1600-h/Megan-Fox.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJGH_iE9aumuvy69rtUZ-E8xNGEilfSxO-N-PCOaJIYWeANN5rO67y73fzaqUsEtDrKE0SsbjsaBKtNEO1LxSge8VqryeYbUW318Amg5cUQBHK53pAPMj6FmvvkTOsMdLm6a6EFA/s400/Megan-Fox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446670738595078482" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXVdiZ1fOxD6nmGhRBUgRPXg8P0VaKGS2_REwLyZn-93prUiVvk6T_snL5fd8vdNUzBmos3WmuOddsII19Tgs825PIsZKXuPxwcnefhr8wyAPfK3RaqSjEzfTLeb8-LBR9srbl7g/s1600-h/megan--fox.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXVdiZ1fOxD6nmGhRBUgRPXg8P0VaKGS2_REwLyZn-93prUiVvk6T_snL5fd8vdNUzBmos3WmuOddsII19Tgs825PIsZKXuPxwcnefhr8wyAPfK3RaqSjEzfTLeb8-LBR9srbl7g/s400/megan--fox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446673260538745106" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG3rrg08gg4d2JFICYIDYksvNhbC90bQ52Wid-GpceWVedsLDvsg7zc7BDdlNH-s1yx8rZ6Q80FBL8Vyja20bp-Pf-dhcMcX0Oo9KnN_Mlpma0B_cwg84MP9tfPxhoOhDJDyx1eg/s1600-h/megan_fox.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG3rrg08gg4d2JFICYIDYksvNhbC90bQ52Wid-GpceWVedsLDvsg7zc7BDdlNH-s1yx8rZ6Q80FBL8Vyja20bp-Pf-dhcMcX0Oo9KnN_Mlpma0B_cwg84MP9tfPxhoOhDJDyx1eg/s400/megan_fox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446669544538895778" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-kPGYaTlUXowwbftldk2g0VuY7eSPwIo-mB5rCJedfZHBEyOUVSg4-u-M2MHEkSVkmpU8LL0_Wu6ZGh3kv4xcqRrAzqsg6xyMEngGiBJ7eHQp7YJY6rVfxf8bo6VXxmYimjyFqQ/s1600-h/megan_fox_2.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-kPGYaTlUXowwbftldk2g0VuY7eSPwIo-mB5rCJedfZHBEyOUVSg4-u-M2MHEkSVkmpU8LL0_Wu6ZGh3kv4xcqRrAzqsg6xyMEngGiBJ7eHQp7YJY6rVfxf8bo6VXxmYimjyFqQ/s400/megan_fox_2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446669937383610370" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOOxLpg8ZU3Tw8cM_4ag4AH9zsjGmrJjjFPmjgYzALCk3S-5m66A_C3NP0CAElDNMBHpXP6oum0f5aFJcm_kbuWG0MDZ8UsClMr_mGV9JfVuLhlRbokV5sknC7aICdAfed7BbHpA/s1600-h/megan-fox2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrznmjtSZ3PHdzpq-KRHt_GL8vIyUIcv1WwFhPTnYYyJaNcQ4Lp1dTddWxJom4aAngK3qPNho_W7a-CnMOQIA8nAi5nZrb6We-h6Y6Xk6LZpR745tmABikQ19qgtG1kzh_AkWI2Q/s400/z3w0bfnq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446506499863758450" border="0" /></a></div>Kilroy_60http://www.blogger.com/profile/13915666123073934585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32973602.post-29868868360199559482010-02-27T11:46:00.011-05:002010-02-27T13:34:58.744-05:00I Stumbled Upon 500 Shares<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgk3LrAh0vlrbKYdTbp21eNVf96Rz1L87_0BowFOg2Ivk06dh4QN89LN839TTSYRDRaJsSyB7-mcBKRmJvTGkrNu575NLmpnb1qj7lpQK3AIjqqpE5ZJ710oQ4c9EkYu-2gORNzw/s1600-h/Stumbled+Upon+500.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgk3LrAh0vlrbKYdTbp21eNVf96Rz1L87_0BowFOg2Ivk06dh4QN89LN839TTSYRDRaJsSyB7-mcBKRmJvTGkrNu575NLmpnb1qj7lpQK3AIjqqpE5ZJ710oQ4c9EkYu-2gORNzw/s400/Stumbled+Upon+500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442965852056281058" border="0" /></a><br />500.<br /><br />Apparently that's the limit on the number of shares you can receive before your stumble button needs to be cleared.<br /><br />I say that because, after a six-week break from stumbling, 500 was the number of shares I had waiting for me when I logged in this morning.<br /><br />It wouldn't surprise me to learn that I had received 500 shares by the time the first week went by. Typically I would find a hundred, stumble through them, thumb what I feel to be appropriate and write a lot of notes.<br /><br />Anyone whose active on StumbleUpon and has known me for any period of time is aware that I'm not one of those people who collects mutual subscribers {sic} in order to bump up my number, nor is my focus pushing traffic to my blog.<br /><br />Quite the opposite, in fact. I value my social media friends, whether it's here, on Twitter or on Facebook, enjoy engaging with them and am quite happy to give a hand, however that may be.<br /><br />I use the Share feature on StumbleUpon more as a way to connect with friends than I do to request support for my content.<br /><br />To be sure, I appreciate my friends supporting my effort as much as I am happy to support theirs. And I do ask for stumbles, on occasion, but that's rare in comparison to the number of notes I send simply to foster a Human Connection.<br /><br />Since first signing on {17 December, 2007} this was the longest break I've taken from stumbling. I didn't see any way I could devote the time and attention I normally would, not if I wanted to start stumbling again and engage with my friends.<br /><br />Sorry to say, what I saw to be my only reasonable option was to click through the shares as quickly as possible, not even giving the pages enough time to load, in order to get back to zero so I can return to a normal stumbling routine.<br /><br />It will be good to get back to stumbling, with at least some semblance of regularity as I have in the past, and re-connect with my friends on StumbleUpon.<br /><br />I'd like to become further engaged with my stumbling friends both on <a href="http://twitter.com/Kilroy_60">Twitter</a> and <a href="http://www.facebook.com/Kilroy60">Facebook</a> {yes, that's me}. If you have content you wish to get around let me know, through those channels, and I'll do what I can. Needless to say, I appreciate the same consideration.<br /><br />If we haven't connected yet on StumbleUpon, you'll <a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Kilroy60">find me here</a>. Subscribe, check Accept shares to my toolbar and send me a note. I'll get back to you.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0dOTf5vvVmd3UBlaWTeS1yoDziZ4RlQv7LLA4G_6a1HyyXytw3AGUYXpM0eriE2Gc9S4YvTtpnam2O-SoJs6ty8pOoRhOC45Ah-KWC10wcSbw77rTRar4se1W9dEXoLacYWeLlA/s1600-h/SU.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0dOTf5vvVmd3UBlaWTeS1yoDziZ4RlQv7LLA4G_6a1HyyXytw3AGUYXpM0eriE2Gc9S4YvTtpnam2O-SoJs6ty8pOoRhOC45Ah-KWC10wcSbw77rTRar4se1W9dEXoLacYWeLlA/s400/SU.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442992085806189666" border="0" /></a>Kilroy_60http://www.blogger.com/profile/13915666123073934585noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32973602.post-67131903662888687182010-02-08T23:56:00.000-05:002010-02-12T13:37:17.104-05:00Kilroy_60's Smokin' Hot 100 {Part 5}<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijulWEmYdvm5s6xYpbBLMNGnGl8viEvn5hIp5lpgaG2Na3cpkPFewDRYbxzqRUn930rQ3I1HUugvlVfBDxBo4GaRbV_TuVqVto5JWu1RrT6WMaR0H7GmkQyXTrHIS752zVWFQARQ/s1600-h/04giulianamarino05po2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijulWEmYdvm5s6xYpbBLMNGnGl8viEvn5hIp5lpgaG2Na3cpkPFewDRYbxzqRUn930rQ3I1HUugvlVfBDxBo4GaRbV_TuVqVto5JWu1RrT6WMaR0H7GmkQyXTrHIS752zVWFQARQ/s400/04giulianamarino05po2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437419674786391506" border="0" /></a><br />The most delectable creatures, the women who have that special something that makes them linger long in your mind, the ones who embody the phrase sexual desire... you needn't look any further than Kilroy_60's Smokin' Hot 100.<br /><br />If you've missed any of the list so far you can <a href="http://kilroythegonzopapers.blogspot.com/2010/01/kilroy60s-smokin-hot-100-part-4.html">catch up here</a>.<br /><br />In Kilroy_60's Smokin' Hot 100 {Part 5}, Joanna Krupa, Beyonce Knowles, Katy Perry, Samantha Harris and Blair O'Neal.<br /><br />Enjoy.<br /><br />Joanna Krupa<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqYIwB2kAiA8h6apl71Vrfzri6-eQM53wbIn6n8A9OJ4Y7bxQR_ZkgskP9qM9hdlkP6MLZV94uL1Bz2nja3MYag1po3a2B79Ua1FMqMLPOEYetTwCCEQ89cqiPGS85IGxM1P8-WQ/s1600-h/500x_joanna_krupa_nude7_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNBEU1IX3jgBsJZ3LoLTN8zWvPraAJdsY8oKt3H6UxeiysANedoKMpSrp9m_QhEExN-6khGP4gmg-DWp_p-Bh0bFu9xULF4lTJ1Ut1LLcpg9RsBm5gCxio7qSLs1Q5ExVB2viczw/s400/79967642.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432243328453825314" border="0" /></a><br />Blair O'Neal<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitjNfJEbLXrUspKl4VlSUYAR1uO11LoGKXqvY_kokRdezp7PuxCrrkRzaOGN4sbm5-13MClIXC3VlCMZb76TVInh352SbaVsNg7DQ9VuZiM2XQDp3wJYK2N71HIMpiVnl04jNdJg/s1600-h/Blair.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitjNfJEbLXrUspKl4VlSUYAR1uO11LoGKXqvY_kokRdezp7PuxCrrkRzaOGN4sbm5-13MClIXC3VlCMZb76TVInh352SbaVsNg7DQ9VuZiM2XQDp3wJYK2N71HIMpiVnl04jNdJg/s400/Blair.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431468867270111650" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMI7Us3k1UZtbc99HNTNvUydC7rxPj4f20Qwye1buSGERU_YYZOvhaKKpBx7eHst9bMB1qmAJvpyuhpwif6iIn4gV6Ood8gC0-zfcoDeyIfc51mNfvNK6bC1CPbjwNsgzk7_SspA/s1600-h/blair_o_neal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUAKIhN0rI6dgZksY6FMFipkpuESCSwbcejspInU45eKFqmWUqXFShKp7Ji_viAikXkwvDB1JU6FZLsf2mLqgT-cq4RLZ0pz9ymrQ805M0IPzFEOj-ZHW3A_S5_XnNWjgI_I48LQ/s400/blaironealbikini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431469418388563746" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRB30eZKukqZq8HSzGGCccmrOu0ikM9Xy3rljyB7Ro2u75bjoJGFA07U8jDa6v8wIlp4dck9BEY2g5Vk99CzFJVuImRBWMt-2vQUxMNGyzVRgFbVOWLB2i0P0befV91HcRBICG1g/s1600-h/Blair+ONeil+1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRB30eZKukqZq8HSzGGCccmrOu0ikM9Xy3rljyB7Ro2u75bjoJGFA07U8jDa6v8wIlp4dck9BEY2g5Vk99CzFJVuImRBWMt-2vQUxMNGyzVRgFbVOWLB2i0P0befV91HcRBICG1g/s400/Blair+ONeil+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431469262796628834" border="0" /></a><br />Have friends that you think would enjoy Kilroy_60's Smokin' Hot 100? Any referrals, as well as social media help, would be appreciated, of course.Kilroy_60http://www.blogger.com/profile/13915666123073934585noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32973602.post-66324988452138160442010-01-27T03:13:00.001-05:002010-01-27T11:12:50.068-05:00Kilroy_60's Smokin' Hot 100 {Part 4}<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAE4zGCbY4sr1JOK8qdv09cstr739e770SfZpxFCfqiq0ErjNJ8s02VF-egcdB7wqCBcFzMsVg7Bk1twI-Q3u2Yt2lTSw-RqhiYueVGLU3yvbFy4IiKJb4E0bjsYnlFrV9cWCtVg/s1600-h/penelope-cruz1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAE4zGCbY4sr1JOK8qdv09cstr739e770SfZpxFCfqiq0ErjNJ8s02VF-egcdB7wqCBcFzMsVg7Bk1twI-Q3u2Yt2lTSw-RqhiYueVGLU3yvbFy4IiKJb4E0bjsYnlFrV9cWCtVg/s400/penelope-cruz1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430004201857765378" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Kilroy_60's Smokin' Hot 100?<br /><br />If this is the first time you're checking out Kilroy_60's Smokin' Hot 100 be sure to click through to <a href="http://kilroythegonzopapers.blogspot.com/2009/12/kilroy60s-smokin-hot-100-part-1.html">Part 1</a> to learn about the list.<br /><br />Well, there's that<span style="font-style: italic;"> and</span> I expect that you won't want to miss seeing Danica Patrick, Kate Beckinsale, Bar Refaeli, Sofia Vergara and Padma Lakshmi.<br /><br />Nicole Kidman, Tricia Helfer, Eva Mendes, Victoria Silvstedt and Lisa Dergan came next, in <a href="http://kilroythegonzopapers.blogspot.com/2010/01/kilroy60s-smokin-hot-100-part-2.html">Part 2</a> of the Smokin' Hot 100 list; followed Giada Delaurentis, Christina Aguilera, Diane Lane, Charlize Theron and Jillian Beyor in <a href="http://kilroythegonzopapers.blogspot.com/2010/01/kilroy60s-smokin-hot-100-part-3.html">Park 3</a>.<br /><br />Of course, if you've already looked at some or all of those earlier parts of Kilroy_60's Smokin' Hot 100 you may want to<span style="font-style: italic;"> go back for another look</span> before scrolling down, as I just did. Uh huh.<br /><br />With the release of Part 4 this morning, 20% of Kilroy_60's Smokin' Hot 100 is now available for viewing. I'm rather happy with the list thus far, of course I still expect there are guys, and girls, saying: <span style="font-style: italic;">Why did he include her?</span> as well as <span style="font-style: italic;">Where is she?</span> and that's what makes looking forward to Part 5 all the more fun.<br /><br />Kilroy_60's Smokin' Hot 100, part 4...<br /><br />Denise Richards<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTXbhznHtoDVkFHYEbgTOJMrPvJH4b3MZArE_15NBfW8PQF9NPvOjUGyfHZ2QAmGYC_VvcDlOHYVdNXWBTJinR9FOXT0aXishCND8mCQA_BwqbHTqtVsHZ7Kfa8Ex6vGsDEEKulw/s1600-h/denise-richards-picture-3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTXbhznHtoDVkFHYEbgTOJMrPvJH4b3MZArE_15NBfW8PQF9NPvOjUGyfHZ2QAmGYC_VvcDlOHYVdNXWBTJinR9FOXT0aXishCND8mCQA_BwqbHTqtVsHZ7Kfa8Ex6vGsDEEKulw/s400/denise-richards-picture-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431453062284027650" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXXG3mwDNmeuQ8twFXrZ8xDMs3MTnbUopUgscmjtrvsJR7IRG2bzJqAAgT25K592HPqOb3yxyU0DC-B9r2sDeASKYOzYfHyonjxgQSyk_XuPs5BfbgjG_BiQAMSNpZ9ojYkue1FQ/s1600-h/denise-richards-stripper.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQo_h07iNJ4RCRGHN5F7iq1WTl-OO-GuHAQhEsMeanvEfCIIYDuXUr7HETr7W_3kfF_CPXXM4l8VuVXoYTe-oZVXRayALm638STNP-EOH6kGP7NiEUgwcHs_FzcRWux6E8eRfzEA/s400/Reading+In+Bed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430858640704630866" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">My Thoughts Exactly</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Installment 1</span><br /><br />A woman sits alone in a classy, but edgy bar. All eyes have been on her since she arrived an hour before. She is statuesque; a mane of red curls flow over her shoulders. She is dressed to kill in a silk blouse accented by pearls, a short skirt, nylons and black FUCK ME heels.<br /><br />One man after another has sent her drinks, but she has turned each and every one away. Sitting, drinking cranberry juice, she taps her freshly manicured nails on the bar. Waiting.<br /><br />There will be a man arriving. She knows this is where he comes once he finishes working on Friday nights. Her friend has dated him before, but things did not work out for them. Her friend claimed that he was overly dominant, controlling. She feels her friend is weak. It is a man with a strong spirit that she wants; it is what she needs. She is frequently approached, but men are intimidated be her. If they are able to capture attention at all, they have no ability to maintain her interest.<br /><br />As she sees him enter, the woman sits without moving. He walks confidently, self assured, wearing a blue oxford shirt and black khakis. Hoping to catch his eye, she slides off the stool…and glides toward him. She gently bumps into him and whispers, “You are going to fuck me.” She walks toward the hallway where the restrooms are located. Without looking, she knows he is watching her.<br /><br />As she returns, he is seated with his back toward her. She walks up behind him, put her hands on his broad shoulders, leans in and says, “Please join me on the other side of the bar.” He turns slowly, looks into his eyes, and says, “I am meeting someone here tonight.” She responds, “Call and tell her your plans have changed. You don’t need to meet anyone else.” She walks around the bar and returns to her seat. Their eyes meet.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Installment 2</span><br /><br />Suzanne and Greg locked eyes upon one another. He watched her full lips intently as they formed the words, "Call her."<br /><br />Suzanne then looked away. She sat for a few minutes studying the other people sitting around the bar. While she purposefully did not look at Greg she knew every move he made. Suzanne knew he was looking at her; she felt his eyes on the nape of her neck.<br /><br />When the barstool scraped across the floor she had no doubt in her mind that it was him. She heard him ask, speaking barely above a whisper, where he would find the payphone. The bartender directed him to the back of the bar. As Greg made his way to the telephone he was in full view.<br /><br />Suzanne watched as Greg made the call. She could read his lips slightly; he was saying that he had a change in plans. He would not be available tonight. As he hung up the phone, Greg turned and looked into Suzann's eyes. She watched as he returned to his seat at the bar.<br /><br />Suzanne sat for anoter minute and finished her drink. She got up and walked around the bar, slowly as he watched. She came behind him, put her hands on his shoulders and leaned in. "Pay for our drinks," she said. "Meet me outside in five minutes," she continued. "My car is parked directly across the parking lot from the entrance. It's the red BMW. We're going to a hotel for the night."<br /><br />With that, Suzanne turned and walked out the door.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Installment 3</span><br /><br />Seven minutes went by before Suzanne reached into her purse to retrieve business cards. She began to write a note on the back of one. Just as she was finishing, Greg knocked on her window.<br /><br />Suzanne put down the window. "You're late," she said. "Were you waiting," Greg asked. "No," she said, "I was about to get on my way." With that, she handed him the card. Greg studied the note for several seconds before turning it over.<br /><br />"Suzanne," he said, "Please get out of the car." He stepped back and Suzanne opened the door. She slowly slid her legs out of the car then reached out her hand. Greg took Suzanne's hand and held it as she got out of the car.<br /><br />"Come with me, Suzanne," he said as he turned and began to walk away. "I am not a dog," she said. "Nor do I follow orders." Greg stopped, turned and returned to Suzanne. "The Montclaire is going to be fine." he told her. "This is how it's going to work. I will follow you to your house. We will take my car to the hotel. I'm driving the silver Jaguar." He took out his wallet and handed her one of his business cards. "Those arrangements are acceptable, Greg" Suzanne responded.<br /><br />Greg turned and again began to walk away. As Suzanne opened her car door he stopped and turned back to her. "Call and get us a suite, Suzanne" he said. "Reserve it for the weekend." A devilish smile came to Suzanne's lips. "I had already planned to do just that, Greg" she said.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Installment 4</span><br /><br />Suzanne smiled sweetly and flirted with the man handling the booking of the hotel suite. It was not the first time she'd had a man's cock get hard during a telephone conversation; all the signs were there. He was so pleased to arrange for her to have the Presidential Suite that weekend.<br /><br />Suzanne slid out of her car as he arranged the last of the available perks he could find. She walked across the parking lot where Greg was waiting impatiently in his Jag. He put down his window; "Is there a problem?" Suzanne smiled like the cat that ate the canary. "Yes, that will be perfect," she said. Suzanne handed the phone to Greg saying, "He needs your card number."<br /><br />Greg snapped the phone shut after taking care of the room. He handed it back to Suzanne saying, "The Presidential Suite?" The smile left Suzanne's face. She took a firm stance. "Do we have a problem here, Greg?" Her response to his silence was, "Let me tell you how it's going to go. When we arrive at the hotel you will be taking me to dinner at Forte. We will have a table that overlooks the city. I prefer white roses and vanilla spice candles in each room of the suite. You will be sure that I am most comfortable. Will you, not, Greg?"<br /><br />With that, Suzanne turned and began walking toward her car. She walked slowly, being very aware of her body movements. She began to count 1..... 2.....3..... 4..... 5....."Suzanne," she heard Greg call out. She continued walking. 1..... 2..... 3..... "Suzanne," he repeated; this time more forcefully. She turned. "You will be most comfortable," he said. Suzanne waited a few seconds longer than she felt would be comfortable for Greg before responding."Call her back. She is going to need to know you will not be available the rest of the weekend," she told him.<br /><br />As she got back into her car, Suzanne slid the phone back into her purse with a satisfied smile. She started her car and drove off quickly. She was testing Greg. Her lips curved into another smile as he kept pace with her.<br /><br />Her mind wandered while she drove. She was hoping that he'd be just as aggressive in the bed as out of it. She was looking forward to it. Her pussy was heating up and starting to get damp as images of their tangled bodies and sex slicked skin flashed through her mind.<br /><br />Greg swerved in and out of traffic to keep up with Suzanne. Oh, that little spitfire. Was she trying to lose him or test him. Either way, she wasn't getting away. He wanted his hands on that hot body of hers. He was going to have his rock hard cock buried in every luscious hole in her body. He thought of her sucking him, of fucking the face he looked upon as beautiful. He imagined punishing her pussy until she was too sore to touch let along fuck. If he could talk her into it, he wanted to shove his cock into her ass so hard she'd scream his name.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Installment 5</span><br /><br />Greg's headlights illuminated the garage as he pulled into the driveway. Suzanne was leaning against the center car, a red, '57 Chevy. As he pulled up and turned off the engine she slowly walked toward him, prowling like a cat approaching her unsuspecting prey.<br /><br />"I will need a few minutes to get my things together," she said. "Call the hotel. I want everything to be ready when we arrive." Greg responded, with a devilish grin, "We have a table reserved. Things will be as you have requested in the room. You will get...exactly what you said you want this weekend, Suzanne."<br /><br />Suzanne's response was short and to the point, "I would not expect any less." With that, she turned and began to walk to the garage. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7... "Suzanne," she heard Greg say. "Perfect," she said to herself. She turned to face him, but did not say a word. "I'd like to come in with you."<br /><br />They were in the house less than a minute before Suzanne was running her hands up Greg's shirt to feel his chest. A moment later they were in each others' arms. She leaned in to to kiss him. It was a long, hard kiss. The spark was instantaneous and intense. Passion burned hot between them.<br /><br />She leaned into him and whispered in his ear. "You want to fuck me, Greg." He didn't respond. She reached down and quickly found his hard cock. "You want to fuck me, Greg", she said, taking him in her hand. "Say it, you fucker." Greg was breathing heavy now. "I want to fuck you," he said, pushing her hand away and pulling her against him. He began to rub his hardon against her. "You want fucked, Suzanne," he responded. "You want me to fuck you."<br /><br />"I told you, Greg," Suzanne said sternly. "You are going to fuck me." He reached down to her thighs, then slowly slid his hands up her skirt. He continued, running his hands over the curve of her ass. He stopped to hold it, to rub it, to squeeze it.<br /><br />Susanne had her hands wrapped around Greg's waist; she pulling him in close to her. Greg was growing by the second. Suzanne could feel it wanting to come out for her. She reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing his bulging cock. She took ahold and begin to stroke it, nice and slow. She moved her hand up and down, making him harder and harder until his cock was standing straight up. It felt so good in her hand.<br /><br />Suzanne's friend had talked about Greg's cock so often. She had long hungered for this opportunity; now it was all she hoped for. She loved the way it felt; so strong...so hard....so hot. While she stoked it up and down with one hand she reached down with the other. She began caressing his balls, fondling them and massaging them. Greg's body began to shudder with excitement. His head fell backwards. She leaned in and kissed his neck, licked it and sucked on it while still stroking his cock...going faster and faster now.<br /><br />Greg's hand moved up to Suzanne's blouse. He began to unbutton it, slowly one button at a time. He began to expose her breasts. She was waiting to have him hold them. He unclaspped her bra and pulled it off. Greg began squeezing Suzanne's breasts, .massaging them. Her nipples were growing hard for him. He began to pinch them, applying just the right amount of pressure. It felt so good to Suzanne; the pain of the pinch felt incredible.<br /><br />Greg pulled Suzanne into him and began kissing her breasts. He licked them, circled his tongue around her nipples and began to suck them. Then he gently begin to bite on one, taking it gently between his teeth. Oh God, it felt incredible to Suzanne.<br /><br />He pulled her skirt up to find she was wearing no panties. He forcecully pulled her hips forward and guided her to his steely hard cock. She slid down on it; feeling it move all the way up her pussy...loving every inch as it filled her. She placed her hands on his shoulders and began to move up and down....pushing and pullling on his cock. Each time she came down on it he thrust hard into her. Suzanne's pussy was drenched; she felt as though she had a white hot poker inside of her.<br /><br />Suzanne exulted in the moment,"Oh God! Yes, Greg, yes!" He was fucking her hard; yet it did not near what Suzanne craved. "I love cock! I love it! I I fucking love it!" Suzanne moaned. Fuck me, Greg!" she roared. "Show me what a man you are!!" Her hips were now grinding on his cock, pushing it so fucking hard into her. "You fucker! You mother fucker!!" Suzanne shouted definately. "Show me what a fucking man you are! You mother fucker!!"<br /><br />Suzanne spurred Greg on; it was exactly as she wanted. He trhust hard, gunting...thrusted fast, so very fast, he went deeper and deeper. All the while, Suzanne moaned and screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck me!! Jesus Fucking Christ!! I need cock!! I love fucking cock!!!"<br /><br />Greg was flailing away; this was going to be a fuck Suzanne would never forget. "Cum for me," Suzanne started to scream. "Cum for me, you fucker! Cum for me! I want you..." she was moaning. "I want you to shoot your hot fucking load inside of me!" There was, at this point, nothing Greg wanted more. He was raving Suzanne which only caused her to want more. "Cum inside me, Gret!" she screamed. "I love it! I love it! I love it! Cum the fuck inside me you fucker!!!"<br /><br />Greg began moaning wildly; he thrust into Suzanne with reckless abandon. She was pulling him into her. She wanted his cock, she wanted him to fuck her as she'd never wanted a man before. "Harder, Greg!" she screamed. "Fuck me harder! Faster!! I need you deep, Greg!! Go fucking deep!!!" She repeatedly was grinding into him, hard and fast, working his cock inside of her.<br /><br />He grabed onto her breasts again and squeezed. She had him fucking her pussy hard, so God damned hard. It felt .so good to Suzanne."Yes! Yes!! Yes!! Yes!! Fucking yes!!!" Suzanne moaned. "Be a man, Greg! Me a fucking man. Show me! Show me what you can do with that fucking cock!! You fucker!! You fucker!! You God damned fucker!! Give it to me!!!"<br /><br />Greg's cock was slashing the walls of Suzanne's pussy She loved it. He began to scream,"Suzanne, you bitch! Take it! Take it!! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!! Take it you fucking bitch!!! They are fucking like animals now, it is absolute savagery. Suzanne fucked Greg like she had never fucked before. They were going at it with incredible ferocity...so hard...so fast. Each time Suzanne came down on his cock she felt it hit the spot. They were screaming and moaning; it became unintelligible<br /><br />Then, together, they came to a climax of incredible intensity. He was moaning and she exulting in a primal scream that seemed to go on forever. Their bodies shuddered together. They were breathing heavily. Suzanne kissed Greg passionately, their bodies connected,their desires, momentarily, fulfilled. Yet, both wanted more; they were ravenous.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">###<br /></div><br />Thanks to my collaborators A Texas Rose, A Rare Gem, Montgomery and Mistress Regina. If you're interested in adding an installment to the story email it to me.Kilroy_60http://www.blogger.com/profile/13915666123073934585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32973602.post-44721907081068853082010-01-13T13:48:00.001-05:002010-01-22T10:50:37.479-05:00Kilroy_60's Smokin' Hot 100 {Part 3}<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiThyQ161SPMiTEa_dufKi2315va0NLPlMJ-1RwTR3XyRPtJeZvORxBd6nveiYnAApAxP2BpQyWGaCle4bD655zwSuJxZ41Id1_vEqARIVbp1Ga3PyrWA3gtDNC5XERBmQTIv0wSQ/s1600-h/redhead.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiThyQ161SPMiTEa_dufKi2315va0NLPlMJ-1RwTR3XyRPtJeZvORxBd6nveiYnAApAxP2BpQyWGaCle4bD655zwSuJxZ41Id1_vEqARIVbp1Ga3PyrWA3gtDNC5XERBmQTIv0wSQ/s400/redhead.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426289763635597346" border="0" /></a><br />There are few things that grab my attention and hold my interest more than a woman who is smokin' hot. That, I suspect, is a phrase that requires no explanation. It's the primal attraction a woman has, where you want nothing more than to <span style="font-style: italic;">take</span> her... to be inside of her, time and time again.<br /><br />That's the sole criteria for inclusion in Kilroy_60's Smokin' Hot 100.<br /><br />If you haven't seen <a href="http://kilroythegonzopapers.blogspot.com/2009/12/kilroy60s-smokin-hot-100-part-1.html">Part 1</a> of the Smokin' Hot 100 list, there's a more detailed introduction there. I expect, also, that you won't want to miss Danica Patrick, Kate Beckinsale, Bar Refaeli, Sofia Vergara and Padma Lakshmi.<br /><br />Nicole Kidman, Tricia Helfer, Eva Mendes, Victoria Silvstedt, Lisa Dergan came next, in <a href="http://kilroythegonzopapers.blogspot.com/2010/01/kilroy60s-smokin-hot-100-part-2.html">Part 2 </a>of the Smokin' Hot 100 list.<br /><br />And now, in Part 3 I bring you Giada Delaurentis, Christina Aguilera, Diane Lane, Charlize Theron and Jillian Beyor. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi7_LZflMeloOqV5ASNaVvFDvmtgcCmy5zm8K7Ny89rc66s_qT_lIPekblrc1uJZpp_IuImOjsG1W2_uuQx9_Y7cJTYABJXKEE3QvhUWiI8AUYiY37Moj15FM5ZR8wF3rEv1anUA/s400/jillian_beyor_29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424232891855855234" border="0" /></a>Kilroy_60http://www.blogger.com/profile/13915666123073934585noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32973602.post-10368140931811406252010-01-11T14:24:00.004-05:002010-01-11T14:39:52.561-05:00Today's Life Lesson<span style="font-size:180%;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;">"There's no learning to be done, when the only voice you hear is your own."</span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;">-Kilroy_60</div></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbqqpL22PLF2MCznm-ptVHzb8Z9xMXKrEMR6HquyZlVs2d-cq3GjlgkEQ_wBH6aoUq9r5hK0W5p0osRexz0q4LThsMI06J_ePnoJyUxu802l4mX6MbbsXamZoWf3-HW-Ex-JBtqw/s1600-h/1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbqqpL22PLF2MCznm-ptVHzb8Z9xMXKrEMR6HquyZlVs2d-cq3GjlgkEQ_wBH6aoUq9r5hK0W5p0osRexz0q4LThsMI06J_ePnoJyUxu802l4mX6MbbsXamZoWf3-HW-Ex-JBtqw/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425568421558910082" border="0" /></a>Photograph by Kilroy_60<br /></div>Kilroy_60http://www.blogger.com/profile/13915666123073934585noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32973602.post-100313427504320982010-01-05T13:20:00.038-05:002010-01-12T23:43:07.874-05:00Kilroy_60's Smokin' Hot 100 {Part 2}<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhipTY5Y8MZ1sm25vcGEHjzGdVLGX_v13mug1Mnm9rKsxo4EKcA1Uev4C7lBE_ufMpNO2cUstG1OAq2bxqfrOCYZ1HJYhB8bebalLyagc78nOVZp7eBAWmovPGcH8wOfjQ4jHgkVA/s1600-h/victoriaSilvstedt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhipTY5Y8MZ1sm25vcGEHjzGdVLGX_v13mug1Mnm9rKsxo4EKcA1Uev4C7lBE_ufMpNO2cUstG1OAq2bxqfrOCYZ1HJYhB8bebalLyagc78nOVZp7eBAWmovPGcH8wOfjQ4jHgkVA/s400/victoriaSilvstedt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423333395163746194" border="0" /></a><br />Did you see the first installment of <a href="http://kilroythegonzopapers.blogspot.com/2009/12/kilroy60s-smokin-hot-100-part-1.html">Kilroy_60's Smokin' hot 100</a>? If not, I suspect you'll want to check it out, not only to learn about the list, but to see the first five entries.<br /><br />Yes, in the years I've been publishing The Gonzo Papers I've run posts <span style="font-style: italic;">featuring</span> beautiful women, but never compiled a list of my own until now.<br /><br />What do Nicole Kidman, Tricia Helfer, Eva Mendes, Victoria Silvstedt and Lisa Dergan have in common you may ask? They make up Installment two of Kilroy_60's Smokin' Hot 100. Enjoy.<br /><br />Nicole Kidman...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX4O4MCsblO1Od76aR2jFmCkVomPiau9ju_8rZmidZVXdHZnOWaoUZ7dmuRW776Nqi3wKzbBjk1k2tP_ZR03Cx3mCYa-woUciwKXfaNtPsptm8lh8cuDbafgXQ2C3YrUjcHcsGhQ/s1600-h/nicole_kidman_big.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX4O4MCsblO1Od76aR2jFmCkVomPiau9ju_8rZmidZVXdHZnOWaoUZ7dmuRW776Nqi3wKzbBjk1k2tP_ZR03Cx3mCYa-woUciwKXfaNtPsptm8lh8cuDbafgXQ2C3YrUjcHcsGhQ/s400/nicole_kidman_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423379694594351666" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi80bxOGXBygUaPdyRRD6spW38F6dDIZ9ry3jnReMaEdwVD_IunInx6qpY8-LmxdkPoBqyy4BrXd48YaUnxeuJtxW3Pp5N9w0Ii4nLJasOxs_A4AZwID1e7PsPD7WW3aIz878a59Q/s1600-h/nicole_kidman_wallpaper_01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAssoHK5Tt0eUceiz_km8fAxw29HTSkSM1iVxwQ0sizbChaILXUCjvlXDiwJxxaC3GyAafFZj0_x_0_CtmC1rZ6qFKbOWOZC-921u-pHhDf3y4ZaU0JYtlnxXonZdql3m7JOXV4A/s400/Nicole+Kidman-LRS-012124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423375623830652290" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg68_3lsg7k87f6hRqHSNnoEAm9VtyJUa5oytTjjv-PXGiXkj_eX2Da5n4kYYK0lzvE6HtvBf8mZpifL7Nwjvo1Doo6dXuSgMBQ08ocxZxVBGHKkQfC_-RuqCs_JCgwxc7U3LoTQQ/s1600-h/081110170530nicole_kidman101108.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg68_3lsg7k87f6hRqHSNnoEAm9VtyJUa5oytTjjv-PXGiXkj_eX2Da5n4kYYK0lzvE6HtvBf8mZpifL7Nwjvo1Doo6dXuSgMBQ08ocxZxVBGHKkQfC_-RuqCs_JCgwxc7U3LoTQQ/s400/081110170530nicole_kidman101108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423373325272505154" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjscjsumQNZ7tyvBUw3cZPrWw66-K8wT1bcVuXmrqFCHUMNYhZp71G_JOZt7HIG2JvcDhYRchMy6mN8Tj3C7X-dGxHy5TE6hvcP8MnR99UFHgTiQursP5YAnSXYZMXYJgANdFv2vg/s1600-h/Nicole-Kidman3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLs2v1kdDKaB2xjhjoq7RFL1NUpRp4t7MaryuEIgCZgg0sO6w5UHrvGkIr9fdO1mgVqqfUL0170Piyl8X0ELXO7L0ZsQfcH5BRXiW2FeEK2y7GmvZr-XjUjjDFZChdFG6KW5q95w/s400/Lisa-Dergan-1120396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423325183546795314" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN9IXdZOC4JT-MiaKWlPshpANm3y4mEx78LWZWO86ir6d0ZBQzpn32OUvEEKbnKdzOxAqRREiywYwoZ9IHxfzYxi7TQGW6DjOM8lNml9155tzAuuvlOpdc3W-I5SA8_CKfUiQFJw/s1600-h/lisadergan009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN9IXdZOC4JT-MiaKWlPshpANm3y4mEx78LWZWO86ir6d0ZBQzpn32OUvEEKbnKdzOxAqRREiywYwoZ9IHxfzYxi7TQGW6DjOM8lNml9155tzAuuvlOpdc3W-I5SA8_CKfUiQFJw/s400/lisadergan009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426079640483376866" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDx_2L5o5OWBMxz38L0VYezePmBUjYWF6oVKDBAy9o9s266IpkF3EWdUsl5CzcTM1abAcHeZN3AI6s6Adltr1wQIj-HkdLDXjsWuSZVXfyVaWwHGiEGYQ0WiPRY25XXcxq5IjEVA/s1600-h/bom_09_99.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDx_2L5o5OWBMxz38L0VYezePmBUjYWF6oVKDBAy9o9s266IpkF3EWdUsl5CzcTM1abAcHeZN3AI6s6Adltr1wQIj-HkdLDXjsWuSZVXfyVaWwHGiEGYQ0WiPRY25XXcxq5IjEVA/s400/bom_09_99.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423328141895440690" border="0" /></a><br />Have you asked yet why did he include her? or why didn't he include her? Now that 10% of the list has been published I'll be interested to see what you think.<br /><br />As i said in the first installment, ultimately, the point of compiling this list is to have fun and from that perspective it's already been a huge success.Kilroy_60http://www.blogger.com/profile/13915666123073934585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32973602.post-43413189433453032752009-12-31T21:16:00.003-05:002009-12-31T22:29:32.728-05:00Happy New Year, 2010It was about three-and-a-half hours ago that we turned the calendar over to 2010 here in Militello Rosmarino, Sicily.<br /><br />My latest Facebook update...<br /><br />welcomed the new year awash in a tsunami of orgasmic pleasure. I cant think of any better way to have done it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt2JtpWlo1PwJX-o3Bg3oV0VVoDR4ceSYdXVP5WuH5ri2KJtpq1zvqwBdrriSXO0gA2L17-hV-75JMhDsU3B4sjM28NZtPsD8QUJERtc1Cm1o4VgCVup8B2cg8cX4PgjEAmwFsBg/s1600-h/2010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt2JtpWlo1PwJX-o3Bg3oV0VVoDR4ceSYdXVP5WuH5ri2KJtpq1zvqwBdrriSXO0gA2L17-hV-75JMhDsU3B4sjM28NZtPsD8QUJERtc1Cm1o4VgCVup8B2cg8cX4PgjEAmwFsBg/s400/2010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421589969473740722" border="0" /></a>Kilroy_60http://www.blogger.com/profile/13915666123073934585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32973602.post-24562901979522621642009-12-26T23:57:00.018-05:002010-01-13T13:40:38.035-05:00Kilroy_60's Smokin' Hot 100 {Part 1}<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8tvyrrc35PFE5gYms0jEo5XkPH0bodAfIM0dYAyvjwPcRh44iTxcI8VAXSvImmkyuLZqXulY-5c8BdzP1BdQ278l_EPdcrBZFHc9jNhlDx2wiPedImPwQAWhLZ431LD7TIiruvQ/s1600-h/PADMA_LAKSHMI_pic_02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8tvyrrc35PFE5gYms0jEo5XkPH0bodAfIM0dYAyvjwPcRh44iTxcI8VAXSvImmkyuLZqXulY-5c8BdzP1BdQ278l_EPdcrBZFHc9jNhlDx2wiPedImPwQAWhLZ431LD7TIiruvQ/s400/PADMA_LAKSHMI_pic_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421649939065920978" border="0" /></a><br />If I were to compile a list of the things I enjoy most in life <span style="font-style: italic;">beautiful women</span> would be near the top.<br /><br />It wouldn't be a stretch to say that you could classify <span style="font-style: italic;">beautiful women</span> as an industry and there's no shortage either of distributors nor consumers.<br /><br />Beauty is, of course, a subjective matter and it's a completely different conversation than talking about what makes a woman <span style="font-style: italic;">attractive</span>. It's necessary to consider factors such as intelligence, personality, attitude and style to determine whether or not a woman is attractive.<br /><br />I've looked at an innumerable number of lists, related to this subject, over the years, which typically rank the most beautiful or sexiest women in the world. It's a safe bet to say that I invariably ask somewhere along the line, as I look over the lists, why did they include <span style="font-style: italic;">her</span>?<br /><br />In the years I've been publishing The Gonzo Papers I've run posts featuring beautiful women, but never compiled a list; that is until now with the introduction of Kilroy_60's Smokin' Hot 100.<br /><br />The one thing I'm not doing with this list is ranking the women I include in the smokin' hot category. Conducting any such analysis doesn't make any sense to me. As you go through the list, I expect you'll ask <span style="font-style: italic;">why did he include her?</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">why didn't he include her?</span> and that, I think, is the way it should be.<br /><br />Ultimately, the point of compiling this list is to have fun and from that perspective it's already been a huge success. I hope you'll enjoy this first installment as well as those to come.<br /><br />With that, I give you, Kilroy_60's Smokin' Hot 100....<br /><br />Danica Patrick...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0AzT65dgoCs5L5ZSzmWuxk0i7pJ1ppFYZsim_Erh2EbZz2yV42Lr-5YZIfg8lzDkAliUihyphenhyphenQH4UzdjEsCtQIwihgj7-HPUDDSnO6XLREXObJe2sisOK9D1jQURq5MiB8_75xVYA/s1600-h/6735.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0AzT65dgoCs5L5ZSzmWuxk0i7pJ1ppFYZsim_Erh2EbZz2yV42Lr-5YZIfg8lzDkAliUihyphenhyphenQH4UzdjEsCtQIwihgj7-HPUDDSnO6XLREXObJe2sisOK9D1jQURq5MiB8_75xVYA/s400/6735.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421122203242060306" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNAkaAibSwBUrgrOYaHdo7OdBT1MSBCmaNi9K7GkVssXbsE2STY7UtXU9usVTxvORxYfLPwPP7WOcncaOAXu4xbIkD3TMXDdFMdTdwC6KQKpFywd7IAVFC4Ev8d2Kk7KOtdKnW6g/s1600-h/08_danicapatrick_behind_101203142602-684x1024+%281%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNAkaAibSwBUrgrOYaHdo7OdBT1MSBCmaNi9K7GkVssXbsE2STY7UtXU9usVTxvORxYfLPwPP7WOcncaOAXu4xbIkD3TMXDdFMdTdwC6KQKpFywd7IAVFC4Ev8d2Kk7KOtdKnW6g/s400/08_danicapatrick_behind_101203142602-684x1024+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421626020547104498" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhKC1Tb3jy3xLmb4ulX-EJYxCWDPerCueJiZPCvz6Oouw9pXFniDc6U9aocfCfOsG4Nb2Uqqyf9I3b4OvfsZ2tQKtFt6mk-23zQZCGoHqZmaCSaYzgOMmVF8s1-CurANIpeihcTw/s1600-h/danica-patrick-sports-illustrated-swimsuit-issue-2009-06.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhKC1Tb3jy3xLmb4ulX-EJYxCWDPerCueJiZPCvz6Oouw9pXFniDc6U9aocfCfOsG4Nb2Uqqyf9I3b4OvfsZ2tQKtFt6mk-23zQZCGoHqZmaCSaYzgOMmVF8s1-CurANIpeihcTw/s400/danica-patrick-sports-illustrated-swimsuit-issue-2009-06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421621342738866546" border="0" /></a><br />Kate Beckinsale...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjteLSJyaJIxXG7ec9MeZvK_Uhd8X5OXnZqxHJgV9ewex7Xr0eACaijpfvVw-PaPtzOPrg1kJT1QyGWDESNhcyvP0K-M4AUcBDaf9sws-05RrnHYLs95wRw3zn7cQRmC9L8Pcm9Ng/s1600-h/kate_beckinsale.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhflXikM4BZSqIFQivdZNnpF3PzwYMalFyYJHFqECb77Y1V4XGudQ19Qyrg-mAPSMlm8fh8kuzarVhv9WeoVcfaTG3EUypy7w0lBLZmD3Ds00yBbHJHBxmPYNDSDsIGwOZw9REwCw/s400/padma2dr8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422552231681686082" border="0" /></a><br />That brings part 1 of Kilroy_60's Smokin' Hot 100 to a close.Kilroy_60http://www.blogger.com/profile/13915666123073934585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32973602.post-4217716432766036952009-12-24T19:15:00.003-05:002009-12-24T19:23:41.461-05:00Merry ChristmasIt's about 1:15 Christmas morning, here in Naples, Italy.<br /><br />My latest Facebook update...<br /><br />Is there any Better way to welcome Christmas day than having your lover screaming Jesus' name? Certainly none that I can think of.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpkdJ5Ar6OehpK0kMgo9V36235uk-nt6S6bsDIkimZwZSQYHhWQ8ygGz7RqParE1vlbwbjdMgbcH7tj1I5FtrdSREF7T2i7T1W1Vy7XP3356RsxxJaEON1AsBciQ4Le62e6Dh0gw/s1600-h/Ho+Ho+Ho.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpkdJ5Ar6OehpK0kMgo9V36235uk-nt6S6bsDIkimZwZSQYHhWQ8ygGz7RqParE1vlbwbjdMgbcH7tj1I5FtrdSREF7T2i7T1W1Vy7XP3356RsxxJaEON1AsBciQ4Le62e6Dh0gw/s400/Ho+Ho+Ho.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418962607306678466" border="0" /></a>Kilroy_60http://www.blogger.com/profile/13915666123073934585noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32973602.post-68552428884118857362009-12-23T18:52:00.012-05:002010-01-01T14:10:58.097-05:00AIRMAN Hunter S. Thompson and The Proud Highway<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnbwBrW5qbgk-IUjLigu4gktVAaXwnuubFN8iGHNiulBNWsx0xZqx93bWiYpEQVCSVn6hAaMd-uQrij4Qv-IPJ_W1aS2fDACeO-Q39NJIORX0Iwj9_fz6KQ7HGKWGw2-dthi_LwQ/s1600-h/0345377966.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnbwBrW5qbgk-IUjLigu4gktVAaXwnuubFN8iGHNiulBNWsx0xZqx93bWiYpEQVCSVn6hAaMd-uQrij4Qv-IPJ_W1aS2fDACeO-Q39NJIORX0Iwj9_fz6KQ7HGKWGw2-dthi_LwQ/s200/0345377966.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418597241403931090" border="0" /></a>Hunter S. Thompson, Richard Bernstein wrote in the New York Times in 1997, "has always burned to carve his initials onto the collective awareness. What other kind of person would, beginning in his teen years, make carbon copies of every letter he wrote -- to his mother, his Army friends and commanding officers, his girlfriends, his various agents and editors -- specifically in the hope that they would be published?"<br /><br />Bernstein was reviewing The Good Doctor's book, The Proud Highway.<br /><br />Hunter S. Thompson was a prolific letter writer; it's been estimated that his archive included in excess of 20,000 letters he wrote in his lifetime. The Proud Highway is comprised of letters he wrote between 1955 and 1967.<br /><br />As a matter-of-course, I always pack a book or three when I'm going to be traveling for any period of time. The one book I brought to Italy is The Proud Highway.<br /><br />I've been reading letters AIRMAN Hunter S. Thompson wrote while serving in the United States Air Force from from 1956 to 1957.<br /><br />Having completed this section, I'm setting the book aside and turning my attention to work on the final installment of the Last Road Trip series. Of course, that's a topic that's better to address another time.<br /><br />While AIRMAN Thompson wrote these letters a decade before Hell's Angels was published, the first signs of The Good Doctor were already appearing, to wit...<br /><br />October 25, 1956<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;">"Of course I'll have to apologize to all the people who were struck by the stray shrapnel, but not to the sports section. From now on, when I appear somewhere with a pencil in my hand and a gleam in my eye, people will quiver in their shoes and sweat freely. This is the finest thing that could have happened. I now have thousands of readers, and the official sanction of the Base Commander. Move over Winchell . . . HST has emerged from obscurity to jab at the world for awhile. Jesus, what fun!"</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">- Hunter S. Thompson</span> {page 21}</blockquote><br />October 17, 1957<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;">"In short, Kraig, I don't think you really have an idea who Hunter S. Thompson is when he drops the role of court jester. And, for that reason, I'm afraid I'd be building you up for another fall if I were frank enough to tell you how I feel about you. I don't mean to say that I'm egotistical enough to believe that I have the power to make you feel one way or another about me. But on the other hand: if I were to attempt that, as I'd like to -- and succeed -- I'm not quite sure that either one of us would be any better off. And, rather than pursue any course of action which might eventually hurt you, I'd rather not do anything at all.<br /><br />But let me tell you, before I leave this sombre subject, a little about myself: a very little -- but enough.<br /><br />First, I do not live from orgy to orgy, as I might have made you believe. I drink much less than most people think, and I think much more than most people would believe. I am quite sincere about some of the things which people take very lightly, and almost insultingly unconcerned about some of the things which people take most seriously. In short, I am basically antisocial: certainly not to an alarmingly degree, but just more so than I appear to be.<br /><br />And finally, the more I try to explain myself, the more apparent it becomes that I'm not doing a very good job of it. That's why I wish, in a way, that we were not this far apart. It would be much easier to sit on a blanket on a beach and talk. I've always thought that letters were a very poor medium to convey any sort of serious meaning, and this effort only confirms my suspicion. I do it very rarely, and I'm not likely to try again for some time. I hope, even though I haven't done a very good job, that, if nothing else, I've gotten across to you that there's something more to old Cuubley than the part of him which shows above the water-line."<br />-Hunter S. Thompson</span> {pages 68-69}</blockquote><br />October 24, 1957<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;">"Although I don't feel that it's at all necessary to tell you how I feel about the principle of individuality, I know that I'm going to have to spend the rest of my life expressing it on way or another, and I think that I'll accomplish more by expressing it on the keys of a typewriter than by letting it express itself in sudden outbursts of frustrated violence. I don't mean to say that I'm about to state my credo here on this page, but merely to affirm, sincerely for the first time in my life, my belief in man as an individual and independent entity. Certainly not independence in the everyday sense of the world, but pertaining to a freedom adn mobility of thought that few people are able -- or even have the courage -- to achieve."<br />-Hunter S. Thompson</span> {page 70}</blockquote><br />October 30, 1957<span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;">"By the time you get this letter, there will be no 'H.S. Thompson' listed on the payroll of the nation's bird division. Colonel Campbell called me at the PGN [Playground News] office this morning that the Comm Sq sergeant had a message for me --- to report for my discharge physical tomorrow at 7:15.<br /><br />And so, after two years of 'arduous service,' the walking anomaly that is HST has escaped into the jungle of insecurity called civilian life. Yes....it's an honorable.<br /><br />Surprised? You aren't alone. A little disappointed? You still aren't alone. At any rate, I knw you'd be interested."<br />-Hunter S. Thompson</span> {page 71}</blockquote><br />November 4, 1957<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><blockquote>"First and by all means, foremost . . . : the case of THOMPSON VS THE USAF has come to a boiling, bubbling climax. The mule train of military bureaucracy, with the help of a few expertly placed jolts of high-detergent oil, has been rolling in high gear for the past two weeks and, believe it or not, has finally come to a logical conclusion: that being that "a square peg cannot exist in a round hole."<br /><br />And so, with that truism staring him straight in the eye, old Uncle AF has decided to arrange a suitable burial for AIRMAN Thompson. Sadly enough, the burial will have to be accomplished without the usual fanfare--trumpets, sobbing lovers, and that sort of thing--and the ceremony will be brief and without melodrama of any description. It will nonetheless be final--and wild.<br /><br />There will be a few tears--and some sighs of relief. There will be some angry, dumbfounded protest--and some shrugging of shoulders. A military manner will prevail where pandemonium used to exist. The sports pages of the Command Courier will once again appeal to the military mind.<br /><br />There will be no 'Scoop' Thompson serving vodka-flavored coffee in the Eglin, AFB fieldhouse--nor any Cuubley Cohn to grace the Sports Section of the Playground News. In short, a vicious, dangerous, radical individual has finally gone the way of Marshall Zukov: purged--rooted from the ranks--and discharged.<br /><br />Yes, Kraig . . . Cuubley finally made the grade. The 'Thompson plan for moral redemption' has met the final, acid test. It took a few shots in the dark,a few master strokes, and no little luck---Thompson will shed his mantle of shame and emerge into the light once again---as a civilian. And for you and anyone else who might have underestimated the 'Thompson touch'--it's honorable as hell. A miracle, possibly: but a reality, nonetheless."<br />-Hunter S. Thompson <span style="font-size:100%;">{pages 72-72}</span><br /></blockquote></span><br />To close, a news release written by AIRMAN Thompson which appeared in the Eglin Air Force Base newspaper...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">NEWS RELEASE, AIR PROVING GROUND COMMAND, EGLIN AIR FORCE BASE, FLORIDA<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />EGLIN AFB, FLORIDA (November 8)--S/Sgt. Manmountain Dense, a novice Air Policeman, was severely injured here today when a wine bottled exploded inside the AP gatehouse at the west entrance to the base. Dense was incoherent for several hours after the disaster, but managed to make a statement which led investigators to believe the bottle was hurled from a speeding car which approached the gatehouse on the wrong side of the road, coming from the general direction of teh SEPARATION CENTER.<br /><br />Further investigation revealed that, only minutes before the incident at the gatehouse, a reportedly 'fanatical' airman had received her separation papers and was rumored to have set out in the direction of the gatehouse at a high speed in a muffler-less car with no brakes. An immediate search was begun for Hunter S. Thompson, one-time sports editor of the base newspaper and well-known 'morale problem.' Thompson was known to have a sometimes overpowering affinity or wine and was described by a recent arrival in the base sanatorium as 'just the type of bastard who wold do a think like that.'<br /><br />An apparently uncontrolled iconoclast, Thompson wsa discharged today after one of the most hestic and unusual Air Force careers in recent history. According to Captain Munnington Thurd, who was relieved of his duties as base classification officer yesterday and admitted to the neuropsychological section of the base hospital, Thompson was 'totally unclassifiable' and 'one of the most savage and unnatural airmen I've ever come up against.'<br /><br />'I'll never understand how he got this discharge,' Thurd went on to say. 'I almost had a stroke yesterday when I heard he was being given an honorable discharge. It's terrifying-simply terrifying.'<br /><br />And then Thurd sank into a delirium."</span></blockquote>Kilroy_60http://www.blogger.com/profile/13915666123073934585noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32973602.post-20902971447636491592009-12-22T15:43:00.013-05:002009-12-22T18:15:49.746-05:00A Tour Of Sicily... And The Pleasures Of The Flesh<div style="text-align: right;">Photographs by Kilroy_60<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbcmNDDnSGP1xWHVMxCTrc40UR9Y9q1E59DrlUfu1UOmOEQClCi7D0wh46KHgDBOHKZu2Tk3uniCVrnwOuuq7XVGQ4RrtaiQrlYPNOgvcChcYkj1ECvRFigYZQZd9CaYv1V9euTQ/s1600-h/1000000.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbcmNDDnSGP1xWHVMxCTrc40UR9Y9q1E59DrlUfu1UOmOEQClCi7D0wh46KHgDBOHKZu2Tk3uniCVrnwOuuq7XVGQ4RrtaiQrlYPNOgvcChcYkj1ECvRFigYZQZd9CaYv1V9euTQ/s400/1000000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418177876637010418" border="0" /></a><br />It's rare that TheSpecialOne and I do touristy things when we travel. It's the first time either of us have been to Italy, though, and we've enjoyed the opportunity to explore Sicily.<br /><br />That's not to say we've denied ourselves the time, or that we've failed to create opportunities, to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh. To be sure, we've made of point of basking in wave after wave of orgasmic joy.<br /><br />Well, that thought lasted just a bit too long. So much so, in fact, that I had to step away. Only to be enveloped in a tsunami of pleasure.<br /><br />Where was I?<br /><br />Oh, yes, we made our way around Sicily today to visit a few of the tourist hot spots.<br /><br />We began our day with a visit to Taormina. If you visit Sicily, you must visit the amphitheatre here. That is, the Teatro Greco {Greek theatre}.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixJpLZkJ-s6ExhyDjOzEi10Wv2Ruy8bU7xgzeSOgEE-yS1HU6zQBulE-kZvOJPOpEJHiC563n_t-0GI27dhNNdNyEjkjwYI19Nz5bY7q-HwVKloaPk99ZAAAlhLYn667Co4rutQQ/s1600-h/1000001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixJpLZkJ-s6ExhyDjOzEi10Wv2Ruy8bU7xgzeSOgEE-yS1HU6zQBulE-kZvOJPOpEJHiC563n_t-0GI27dhNNdNyEjkjwYI19Nz5bY7q-HwVKloaPk99ZAAAlhLYn667Co4rutQQ/s400/1000001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418178191822806690" border="0" /></a><br />Next, we made our way to Cefalù.<br /><br />To be honest, what I enjoyed most about Cefalù was the view we had while we ate lunch. We lingered long, enjoying both the food and each others company.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgglYxInaAA117aySVlQVJ6ypxs7vWrfDol6DGG4rF5pQiPeQh8QlC2pifkCDjGeBx_9ZcAL_qJ8W9JKxWgLhBmAtHBgtEK9_HU02vRxsEgBYH_EOu-KfghScMyIyhAOkIXGKImpQ/s1600-h/1000003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgglYxInaAA117aySVlQVJ6ypxs7vWrfDol6DGG4rF5pQiPeQh8QlC2pifkCDjGeBx_9ZcAL_qJ8W9JKxWgLhBmAtHBgtEK9_HU02vRxsEgBYH_EOu-KfghScMyIyhAOkIXGKImpQ/s400/1000003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418181820523374898" border="0" /></a><br />After lunch we headed south, traveling across the island to the cities of Siracusa, Rausa and Girgenti.<br /><br />There's no shortage of beautiful landscapes in Sicily. It says something, I suppose, about how much TheSpecialOne and I are enjoying ourselves, in that these are the only two photographs I shot along the way.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZxBolevVA1ulgZO07Z-BCEouUT20m2ufQFy2ZnI6O-9OFg-uuIU6mHGaxo0tdUgvbZrA6vKQEBSmb4m4WiKz3ejUgwz9tMtbiO7YAVUxwWoVIaiqQHRGHs2mrB98FB3NsTnTSKw/s1600-h/1000004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZxBolevVA1ulgZO07Z-BCEouUT20m2ufQFy2ZnI6O-9OFg-uuIU6mHGaxo0tdUgvbZrA6vKQEBSmb4m4WiKz3ejUgwz9tMtbiO7YAVUxwWoVIaiqQHRGHs2mrB98FB3NsTnTSKw/s400/1000004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418182760418326338" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZlfeNj16As63DWpuOLC179JNnNPi5dpNLhzDVgjLtccdfA9v6kRcDlYxgIoyUnZk5gfbea4h7gLRSvmB2tz3IqwWbXDzCsiE3_por4G0xq4dXU0y25NHflENprxOWWWrQlICinw/s1600-h/1000005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZlfeNj16As63DWpuOLC179JNnNPi5dpNLhzDVgjLtccdfA9v6kRcDlYxgIoyUnZk5gfbea4h7gLRSvmB2tz3IqwWbXDzCsiE3_por4G0xq4dXU0y25NHflENprxOWWWrQlICinw/s400/1000005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418184563312978290" border="0" /></a><br />There's no shortages of things to see in Siracusa. The one I wanted to share with you is the Roman Aphitheatre...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6syOTWNVmNJcEEkj6MvhbrO6hX-IlYqhRkzIwjT-2ycrcF828gzxDA80ijpihERdkkFhnW4LR5ACO2pNuJF5FukPk6j8SPMnBNy-zW8S4b7ry35KmwEh9MR_NbiKLzYf00cUj5g/s1600-h/1000006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6syOTWNVmNJcEEkj6MvhbrO6hX-IlYqhRkzIwjT-2ycrcF828gzxDA80ijpihERdkkFhnW4LR5ACO2pNuJF5FukPk6j8SPMnBNy-zW8S4b7ry35KmwEh9MR_NbiKLzYf00cUj5g/s400/1000006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418190342424984754" border="0" /></a><br />Rausa is an interesting city; for the geography alone, if nothing else. It was built on a wide limestone hill between two deep valleys, Cava San Leonardo and Cava Santa Domenica.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUg58WMILJXQH4Pu2f_dwLz3eHZj5ee4OJMpoHml-nvghOiR-EIe_Pdl8kLw589tpFcez0Qid0xZiJsD6WAj7FkbqEcegS7ZbVt9SXNLmJahlZfvtet3upLQKQgeP8wLdYktduSQ/s1600-h/1000007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUg58WMILJXQH4Pu2f_dwLz3eHZj5ee4OJMpoHml-nvghOiR-EIe_Pdl8kLw589tpFcez0Qid0xZiJsD6WAj7FkbqEcegS7ZbVt9SXNLmJahlZfvtet3upLQKQgeP8wLdYktduSQ/s400/1000007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418192853240914226" border="0" /></a><br />Our last stop was Girgenti, where we toured the Valley of the Temples....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5kDR6lfO9qfUzHHGZfIiFngq32HJkzj0gXFiiy9bCfquJJgl_N4JpOU4mDXe-FDoNUDL3dlOOC8R1cOD4th2fEXioLLri2YDxpTqYTXJODksBdcQRx7CVGvxtUM0PXhzBN_6VNQ/s1600-h/1000008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5kDR6lfO9qfUzHHGZfIiFngq32HJkzj0gXFiiy9bCfquJJgl_N4JpOU4mDXe-FDoNUDL3dlOOC8R1cOD4th2fEXioLLri2YDxpTqYTXJODksBdcQRx7CVGvxtUM0PXhzBN_6VNQ/s400/1000008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418200808304782578" border="0" /></a><br />That's going to have to be all for now. It's just past midnight and TheSpecialOne and I are going out to enjoy Catania once more before leaving for Rome tomorrow.<br /><br />CiaoKilroy_60http://www.blogger.com/profile/13915666123073934585noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32973602.post-49491839297704532392009-12-21T06:10:00.008-05:002009-12-22T18:16:29.652-05:00Salutamu , Friends, From Catania, Sicily...Salutamu , friends, from Catania, Sicily...<br /><br />It's our third day in Italy; this is the view we have from the apartment where we're staying. Needless to say, I couldn't ask for a much better view of Mt. Etna....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv1zMzx7yBZdKJdXkdCjnf8oa1AYiym3D5XFYPzxdcKlumJwlb3LaNGcA97BbbABnCsqMwfRgdnn-InNnLWKnEW0t7SffbTSbMSLdSNY4Bu76dT6tBbE34qcla9ehJEVGQCzzvog/s1600-h/1000000.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv1zMzx7yBZdKJdXkdCjnf8oa1AYiym3D5XFYPzxdcKlumJwlb3LaNGcA97BbbABnCsqMwfRgdnn-InNnLWKnEW0t7SffbTSbMSLdSNY4Bu76dT6tBbE34qcla9ehJEVGQCzzvog/s400/1000000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417650551987444242" border="0" /></a><br />It's been about 2 <span style="font-size:85%;">1/2</span> years since my buddy <a href="http://kilroythegonzopapers.blogspot.com/2007/07/unexpected-visit-and-virtual-trip-to.html">Salvatore visited Black Squirrel Run</a>.<br /><br />While it took longer than I would have preferred, I'm happy to have finally made it to visit Sal, here in Catania, as well as my extended family, in Militello Rosmarino.<br /><br />The weather's been a mixed bag since we arrived and it was less than optimum the day we went to Militello Rosmarino....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc9MybZktGAvZS_a4xsGOxd76N4AwaO5y9od5oPDANn64Eypp5tyoBaFWMfnpBB1NsiDN-nKuPSrMBKTQ__4tGKdSdRQKnSGazXfRQY2vNDezYwVQ4dnxfpaw4un9hryMnpmQbxg/s1600-h/1000003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc9MybZktGAvZS_a4xsGOxd76N4AwaO5y9od5oPDANn64Eypp5tyoBaFWMfnpBB1NsiDN-nKuPSrMBKTQ__4tGKdSdRQKnSGazXfRQY2vNDezYwVQ4dnxfpaw4un9hryMnpmQbxg/s400/1000003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417658836091763746" border="0" /></a><br />My family immigrated to America from Militello Rosmarino, Sicily in the early 1920s; this is the first time I've had an opportunity to meet members of my family who remained in Italy.<br /><br />We'll definitely be returning to visit with them again before returning to the United States and I'm hoping the weather will be better.<br /><br />In addition to Militello Rosmarino, in the Province of Messina, we also visited Cifalù, in the Province of Palermo....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuVif2DvrcLBwfVh1FEIvKe1i-6RWnsG7dojRi8bXAvL7d72z1pob-dISGTpnscmgeIWIJftjwZWPPowN2sJyu4nwWsCA1wFqj8u_z968JDV37Ryv-uVL6jM4vuVYceyciyuNLZg/s1600-h/1000002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuVif2DvrcLBwfVh1FEIvKe1i-6RWnsG7dojRi8bXAvL7d72z1pob-dISGTpnscmgeIWIJftjwZWPPowN2sJyu4nwWsCA1wFqj8u_z968JDV37Ryv-uVL6jM4vuVYceyciyuNLZg/s400/1000002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417664108078410322" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2JXYkAtR9s4yP35Ob9nnvG0n4rOsTkkHYtKs5GfAAAqzKIjYxpUHQQ8r9CFX2cgkLJFANn2CtAob2NkdWs_SKFlr7VRFxX14n9BWhPM_0TtkjCehrJAqSK3Qnn9y9kxHA509n7w/s1600-h/1000001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2JXYkAtR9s4yP35Ob9nnvG0n4rOsTkkHYtKs5GfAAAqzKIjYxpUHQQ8r9CFX2cgkLJFANn2CtAob2NkdWs_SKFlr7VRFxX14n9BWhPM_0TtkjCehrJAqSK3Qnn9y9kxHA509n7w/s400/1000001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417664382227528866" border="0" /></a><br />An interesting, and unexpected, aspect of this trip, given my fondness for the movie Patton, has been visiting locations where the United States triumphed in World War II battles.<br /><br />Another notable thing, at least to me, is that I'm making real progress on a post which will finally wrap up the Final Road Trip series; just short of five months, at this point, since returning from the trip. For the first time, I truly believe I'll be able to complete it.<br /><br />We're planning to be in Italy for a week-and-a-half; our itinerary, at least as close as we come to having one, includes visiting Rome, Naples and Florence.<br /><br />TheSpecialOne would like to visit Milan, given it's status as a fashion capital, but neither of us wants to deal with winter weather when we have the opportunity to enjoy what would pass for a comfortable summer day...in December.<br /><br />That will have to be all for now, I'm off to lunch. Ciao<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPDEJSqPY4i06EyBV_mhgI1X9P5lFLztlR73V1DeLl5cO28TSElZZ8Z0h7tZjbiw1qxw9HMvxhFGFZXPxTev5AGb3YL1Nz0b6AOQdb4vJ0cA4GJ2m3l46Yx94AH1SEFCl8ubReUw/s1600-h/1000004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPDEJSqPY4i06EyBV_mhgI1X9P5lFLztlR73V1DeLl5cO28TSElZZ8Z0h7tZjbiw1qxw9HMvxhFGFZXPxTev5AGb3YL1Nz0b6AOQdb4vJ0cA4GJ2m3l46Yx94AH1SEFCl8ubReUw/s400/1000004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417670105188397762" border="0" /></a>Photographs by Kilroy_60</div>Kilroy_60http://www.blogger.com/profile/13915666123073934585noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32973602.post-59356401267607101642009-12-16T23:54:00.011-05:002009-12-17T15:33:59.561-05:00A Celebration Of Redwoods<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzsl61U20DhX8-hjXc00xEVR5t5dB4XDfAtLzFGzLBIqTewD9A5-ySO2FTGE6XAt4wKml4xTylRZwtapcflwAr06-rrJGbjHcLJxOW9SKLG5-neyRmO7XSsJfr7uZ1OYxp_x5iJQ/s1600-h/redwoods-founders-grove-by-ansel-adams.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzsl61U20DhX8-hjXc00xEVR5t5dB4XDfAtLzFGzLBIqTewD9A5-ySO2FTGE6XAt4wKml4xTylRZwtapcflwAr06-rrJGbjHcLJxOW9SKLG5-neyRmO7XSsJfr7uZ1OYxp_x5iJQ/s320/redwoods-founders-grove-by-ansel-adams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416063095518083842" border="0" /></a>The Wild Trees by Richard Preston.<br /><br />It typically doesn't take me two months to read a book, certainly not one of about 300 pages.<br /><br />As it is I've been reading The Wild Trees for about seven weeks, as this is a book to be savored, and I have another 40 pages to go.<br /><br />The Master Baiter showed great kindness in surprising me with this gift, I'm very appreciative.<br /><br />More than anything it's a great way to remember our time in the Cathedral of the Redwoods.<br /><br />I've never run three sets of excerpts from a book before. If you haven't seen the previous installments I'd advise you to check out...<ul><li><a href="http://kilroythegonzopapers.blogspot.com/2009/10/cathedral-of-redwoods.html">Installment One in the series</a></li><li><a href="http://kilroythegonzopapers.blogspot.com/2009/11/wild-trees-by-richard-preston.html">Installment Two in the series</a></li></ul>Peruse these excerpts and, I expect, you'll understand why I've added The Wild Trees to the Favorite Books list which appears in my profile....<br /><br />--(-)-> The coast redwood is a so-called relic species. It is a tiny remnant population of a life form that once spread in splendor and power across the face of nature. The redwood has settled down in California to live near the sea, the way many retired paper do."<br />{page 218}<br /><br />--(-)-> Altenhoff thought that this tree had Aristotelian drive. It had been striving possibly since the time of Aristotle to become what it was. It was a living thing in a state of flux, forever becoming what it must become. Trees are unconscious, self-directed life forms, driven into their elaborate shapes by the programming in their genetic code, and by their response to sunlight, wind, water, accidents, fire, insects, and disease. The Humboldt Tree seemed overwhelmingly alive as it crowded upward into the air, seeking to drive its form into space and move toward the light, to cast its shadow over lesser trees and take their light from them and to throw its seeds into the world, and so make itself immortal."<br />{page 122}<br /><br />--(-)-> The date of Taylor and Sillett's discovery of the Grove of Titans---May 11, 1998---is known to some botanists as the Day of Discovery."<br />{page 176}<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuF8opbjnXQCOYV_NUMA8rltBcIdcUKE3sQzcpI8iRPhEgUGKbQ955Mq2i8BvSF510mNGMicRQ4jFFEhbmE5Tik8fmTK7tslSt7v-7Ed1HUBNrn3MZIQ7ZwwksIg0_pmTnu_4b7Q/s1600-h/Redwood_500.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuF8opbjnXQCOYV_NUMA8rltBcIdcUKE3sQzcpI8iRPhEgUGKbQ955Mq2i8BvSF510mNGMicRQ4jFFEhbmE5Tik8fmTK7tslSt7v-7Ed1HUBNrn3MZIQ7ZwwksIg0_pmTnu_4b7Q/s400/Redwood_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416290365756637890" border="0" /></a><br />--(-)-> They thought they had made a fine discovery, but the discovery had just begun. When they walked past the twin titans they emerged into a grassy glade. Patches of open sky were visible, and pools of water shimmered. Around the edges of the glade stood a ring-shaped colonnade of undiscovered redwood titans---trees of enormous size in terms of mass. They are, collectively, the largest redwood trees on earth. The grove exists at the bottom of a hidden, notchlike valley deep in Jedediah Smith Redwoods State Park. It was previously undiscovered."<br />{page 174}<br /><br />--(-)-> Later, Sillett and a graduate student, James Spickler, made the first climb of the Stratosphere Giant. They measured it and confirmed that it was the tallest tree. The Stratosphere Giant was growing by two to five inches a year. In 2005, it passed 370 feet, with no sign of stopping. It is thought to be roughly two thousand years old."<br />{page 190}<br /><br />--(-)-> A redwood tree is both male and female---it produces sperm cells and egg cells. The sperm cells are contained inside grains of pollen. A redwood releases its pollen into the air from tiny male cones, called strobili, which appear on the tips of branchlets. (Branchlets are the smallest branches, and they have needles on them.) Redwoods spew pollen from their male cones on sunny days in winter and early spring. One day in January, Marie Antoine was climbing in the Grove of Titans, near the top of the redwood named Sacajawea, and the tree began to feel spring in the air and threw off so much pollen taht she began choking and coughing. The air was yellow from the tree's pollen. "Despite it's name, Sacajawea seems to be more male than female," Antoine said."<br />{pages 214-215}<br /><br />--(-)-> Steve Sillett couldn't get the Dyerville Giant out of his mind: that pancake of roots tipped up into the air, that crater forty feet across. He was also conscious of the fact there were very few standing dead redwoods anywhere in the groves. No rotting skeletons of redwoods standing upright. The floor of the redwood forest was a maze of fallen trunks. Now, in Telperion, the meaning of it became very clear: redwoods fall while they're still alive."<br />{page 129}<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfvjN-7OPpFWFArQoHctNfc0vLR5Ff198JyPU83H5Nn5_JhhlzR5Ji4Xz1i4gwdgT1CoF78-MD3Ik3e3o_ihKRVCEBaovpfBE_F5i0q4PK21jb6tJzoUfxviEqfO8BnlKoD_1w9w/s1600-h/redwood5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfvjN-7OPpFWFArQoHctNfc0vLR5Ff198JyPU83H5Nn5_JhhlzR5Ji4Xz1i4gwdgT1CoF78-MD3Ik3e3o_ihKRVCEBaovpfBE_F5i0q4PK21jb6tJzoUfxviEqfO8BnlKoD_1w9w/s400/redwood5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416217278865908562" border="0" /></a>Kilroy_60http://www.blogger.com/profile/13915666123073934585noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32973602.post-40044864309463272072009-12-12T01:42:00.000-05:002009-12-12T09:49:23.812-05:00Tiger Woods, Big Trouble On The Home Hole<div style="text-align: right;">Photograph by Kilroy_60<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiON6ExwdXcwidkSpRFtKitYpogEIyMwINdU9MvAqJef5MzVVvt37xQWAhjd-p_ksDnz5E_XITMgX7XObJbxnu8AxGa10ya_BBrDkJMTDQRn9qKN2292CvZED45BH1HXNQDG6EWjQ/s1600-h/1001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiON6ExwdXcwidkSpRFtKitYpogEIyMwINdU9MvAqJef5MzVVvt37xQWAhjd-p_ksDnz5E_XITMgX7XObJbxnu8AxGa10ya_BBrDkJMTDQRn9qKN2292CvZED45BH1HXNQDG6EWjQ/s400/1001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414361548730542578" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Tiger Woods ...hit it in the sand, and can't get out. ...knocked it into the trees, with no hope of recovery. ...dropped it in the lake, then flew it out of bounds. ...whacked a fan in the head. ...lost his ball. Yes, Tiger Woods looks to be about 9 over par on the home hole.Kilroy_60http://www.blogger.com/profile/13915666123073934585noreply@blogger.com3