From alt.sex.movies Mon Apr 24 11:22:26 1995
Subject: REVIEW: "Lucky Break"
From: [email protected] (Jo E.)
Date: 5 Jun 1995 19:55:53 -0500
Status: RO
LUCKY BREAK
director: Jim Enright, 1990.
cast: Sunny McKay, Raven, Madison, Patricia Kennedy, Peter North,
Marc Wallice, Tom Byron.
and introducing: Sandra Scream.
Scenes:
1. Madison + Peter North.
2. Raven + Marc Wallice.
3. Sunny McKay, Madison + Sandra Scream.
4. Patricia Kennedy, Peter North + Marc Wallice.
5. Sunny McKay + Tom Byron.
Peter, Tom and Marc are three guys with pasts that involve crimes of
all sorts, but we aren't really clear about the whole story. Anyhow, Peter
and his girl Madison are at home talking about how great their upcoming
weekend with the gang will be and they start their weekend off early with
some spirited fucking that has Peter really giving it to Madison's eager
mouth and muff. Hot and sweaty fun!
The next day Raven + Marc and Madison + Peter are all at Sunny +
Tom's for the weekend. They laze around a pool (the same inground pool
that you see in a lot of pornos) and prepare to eat a little lunch. Raven
is the only woman who's confused about what these guys did in the past and
later that night, one on one, Marc tells her a bit more; he worked in a bank
and just couldn't resist handling all that money.. She's more relieved that
he's honest with her that she thanks him by planting a kiss on him.. and
firmly planting her hand deep in his crotch. They have routine sex with
a bit of titty fucking before Marc showers Raven with cum (after taking off
the condom he wore).
The next day, Madison and Raven are sitting down poolside when Sunny
and nextdoor neighbor Sandra come along. Raven says she has some work from
the office that she really needs to catch up on, so she scoots and leaves
the other three alone. The three of them just couldn't wait for her to
leave, they get into a smoldering threeway (including a hot daisy chain to
top things off) that leaves these three luscious lovelies breathless.
Another hot scene probably worth a rewind.
When Sunny insists that Tom bring the ladies into town, Patricia
(the guys' parole officer way back when) pays a visit. Peter and Marc keep
her company and talk about the old days. Turns out they've all had crushes
on eachother and what better way to deal with it than to have sex right there
on the couch? Patricia squeals and squirms as both guys take their turns,
ending the scene with a good facial; too bad Peter wasn't aiming higher, all
he got was her chin and bottom lip.
The next day. Everyone's gone except the hosts themselves, Sunny and
Tom. Tom begins to massage a little cream on Sunny's back and when he works
his way around her ass, you just know what's going to happen next. Too bad
what happens is nothing short of a dull scene. Sunny looks stunning and well
into it (as in her threeway lesbo bout earlier) but Tom looks tired and worn
out (how many movies has he done up to now)?
Overall, a decent rental that's well lit and well edited. If you
want a movie with hot blondes, hot brunettes (black haired) and a hot
redhead, look no further as you may find your lucky break with this rental.
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."