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Date: Sun, 11 Dec 1994 20:06:40 UTC
Subject: PRIVATE Video Magazine No. 16
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Hello, fellow video enthusiasts.
Check out PRIVATE Video Magazine No. 16, their latest release, which is
now available in the German-subtitled version in some video stores. (What
I saw was evidently a pirated copy).
Scene 1. The hot Hungarian chick Natalie, who also appeared in the first
scene in Video Mag No. 12, gets it on with another girl and a guy on board
a boat. She sucks the goop, then drools it over the other girl's breasts.
She then scoops it up with her fingernails and deposits it in the other
girl's ready and waiting mouth.
Scene 2. Set in a garage, and featuring two guys and a blonde American actress
whose name unfortunately escapes me as of this writing. (Incidentally,
some of you probably find my writing rather stilted, and akin to the way the
Simpsons character "Sideshow Bob" spoke. Unfortunately, I've absorbed too
much academic crap. Anyway. . . ) The scene is OK, and the cum-swallowing
is good.
Scene 3. Yummy. Two handymen get it on with the help who kindly brings
them lemonade. The teenaged daughter of the master of the house (played by
another American actress whose identity I don't know) catches them,
threatens to tell her daddy, and ends up joining them. The daughter is
really scrumptious, with her two pigtails, short skirt, long socks, and
clunky patent-leather shoes. The dialogue is also good.
Scene 4. Boring. Something about a wife, her husband, and another woman.
Scene 5. A sexy blonde, whose debut this seems to be, goes into a house to
call the car repair service. The four guys in the house take out their
dicks while she's on the phone. All have a good time. I hope we see more
of her. She reminded me of Sofia Coppola, albeit with a less prominent nose.
Scene 6. Angelica, a PRIVATE mainstay plays a "Mysterious Woman" who goes
traipsing around a Mediterranean city, chased by a guy who's another
regular. They fuck in an alley, are caught by another guy, and move to
another place. The sex is standard, but she's a beauty, and swallows cum well.
All in all, Video No. 16 is great because it marks a return (permanently
this time, I hope) to the quality that we have come to expect from PRIVATE.
Psalmanazar
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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."