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Subject: Dunbar Review #103: Private Stories #01
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# Private Stories #1
c 2.95 11/95 OGV
- Sex for Fun {p.M|D|Rc|Sp;e.F}
- Stair Fuck to Haaven {p.D|Rc|Cg|Sp;a.D;e.F}
p Apocalypse Climax
. (Garage Girls) Rebecca Lords, Felicia
. (Montain Fuck) Tammi Ann, Jon Dough, John D
p The Gigalo
. (Light My Ass) Jane ABCD, John AB
. (Beach Bitch)
. Vanessa Chase, Vince Voyeur, John C
Plot: Yet another series of loops from the Private Porn Factory.
The move starts with a preview of each of the loops. As is typical in many
Private release there are no credits identifying the performers. What they
really ought to do is at the start of each loop identify the peformers.
Preferable with picture credits if there's any possible ambiguity.
Would that be so hard?
Overall, I thought it was pretty good. The sound dubbing is quit
noticeable at times, but this is typical of Private videos.
1) Sex for Fun
A pretty girl with long, curly brown hair, invites a guitar playing stud into
her hotel room for a quick fuck.
2) Stair Fuck to Heaven
A busty woman with short, straight brown hair screws on the patio
of a her villa.
p) Preview for Apocalyps Climax
The previews are better than the video.
3) Garage Girls
Rebecaa Lords and Felica do a scene in and around a car.
4) Montain Fuck
Their spelling, not mine. Tammi Ann, Jon Dough and friend get
it on in the great outdoors. Not that great.
p) Preview for The Gigalo
Looks like an excellent video, but than again they made
Apocalypse Climax look pretty good too.
[I've since seen The Gigalo, Part 1 which was in fact pretty good. Look
Look for another review a little later.]
7) The Beach Bitch
Nice little romp on a lovely secluded beach as the tide comes in.
8) Lick'r in the front, Poke'r in the rear
Vanessa Chase takes on two guys in a bar. I had no idea Vanessa
was in this video (no credits on the box cover), so this was a
definite bonus.
==
Dunbar Challenge Update
alt.sex.movies: 9
Dunbar: 3
In order to give myself a little boost, I decided to include the one review I
posted just prior to making the challenge in my total. (This makes "The
Mile High Club" Dunbar Review #102).
I already feel that pressure of competition may make me crank out less
thoughful reviews than I might otherwise, so perhaps this competition
wasn't such a good idea.
Or perhap I just need to enlist some of the other regulars on my team to take
some of the heat off. Dunbar and Friends vs. the rest of a.s.m. That
would be a more even match.
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169 “I can arrange all that.” Such Apaches as had not gone back on the war-path returned to the States with the troops; but there were five months more of the outrages of Geronimo and his kind. Then in the summer of the year another man, more fortunate and better fitted to deal with it all, perhaps,—with the tangle of lies and deceptions, cross purposes and trickery,—succeeded where Crook had failed and had been relieved of a task that was beyond him. Geronimo was captured, and was hurried off to a Florida prison with his band, as far as they well could be from the reservation they had refused to accept. And with them were sent other Indians, who had been the friends and helpers of the government for years, and who had run great risks to help or to obtain peace. But the memory and gratitude of governments is become a proverb. The southwest settled down to enjoy its safety. The troops rested upon the laurels they had won, the superseded general went on with his work in another field far away to the north. The new general, the saviour of the land, was heaped[Pg 305] with honor and praise, and the path of civilization was laid clear. Parliament met on the 10th of January, 1765. The resentment of the Americans had reached the ears of the Ministry and the king, yet both continued determined to proceed. In the interviews which Franklin and the other agents had with the Ministers, Grenville begged them to point to any other tax that would be more agreeable to the colonists than the stamp-duty; but they without any real legal grounds drew the line between levying custom and imposing an inland tax. Grenville paid no attention to these representations. Fifty-five resolutions, prepared by a committee of ways and means, were laid by him on the table of the House of Commons at an early day of the Session, imposing on America nearly the same stamp-duties as were already in practical operation in England. These resolutions being adopted, were embodied in a bill; and when it was introduced to the House, it was received with an apathy which betrayed on all hands the profoundest ignorance of its importance. Burke, who was a spectator of the debates in both Houses, in a speech some years afterwards, stated that he never heard a more languid debate than that in the Commons. Only two or three persons spoke against the measure and that with great composure. There was but one division in the whole progress of the Bill, and the minority did not reach to more than thirty-nine or forty. In the Lords, he said, there was, to the best of his recollection, neither division nor debate! His cheek paled for an instant as the thought obtruded that the man might resist and he have to really shoot him. "Good, the old man's goin' to take the grub out to 'em himself," thought the Deacon with relief. "He'll be easy to manage. No need o' shootin' him." "Them that we shot?" said Shorty carelessly, feeling around for his tobacco to refill his pipe. "Nothin'. I guess we've done enough for 'em already." John Dodd, twenty-seven years old, master, part of the third generation, arranged his chair carefully so that it faced the door of the Commons Room, letting the light from the great window illumine the back of his head. He clasped his hands in his lap in a single, nervous gesture, never noticing that the light gave him a faint saintlike halo about his feathery hair. His companion took another chair, set it at right angles to Dodd's and gave it long and thoughtful consideration, as if the act of sitting down were something new and untried. "Besides," Norma said desperately, "they're only rumors—" "Oh, I've found a way of gitting shut of them rootses—thought of it while I wur working at the trees. I'm going to blast 'em out." During the next ten years the farm went forward by strides. Reuben bought seven more acres of Boarzell in '59, and fourteen in '60. He also bought a horse-rake, and threshed by machinery. He was now a topic in every public-house from Northiam to Rye. His success and the scant trouble he took to conciliate those about him had made him disliked. Unprosperous farmers[Pg 124] spoke windily of "spoiling his liddle game." Ditch and Ginner even suggested to Vennal that they should club together and buy thirty acres or so of the Moor themselves, just to spite him. However, money was too precious to throw away even on such an object, especially as everyone felt sure that Backfield would sooner or later "bust himself" in his dealings with Boarzell. "Let's go home," she said faintly—"it's getting late."