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From: [email protected] (Brad Puett)
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Subject: Re: Jennifer West and Bridgette Monet: Help w/films.
Date: Mon, 10 Apr 1995 01:48:13 -0500
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In article <[email protected]>, [email protected] (Count
Pete) wrote:
> Bridget Monet was certainly one of the most beautiful women ever in erotic
> films.
I agree; in fact, she "forced" me into Pornos right before I noticed
Ginger Lynn (and especially Traci Lords!)
> The movie where she's followed back to her apartment is Let's Talk Sex;
> it's her only scene in the film, but it's a good movie from the golden
> era. She was also in I Like To Watch, The Girl From SEX (both with Lisa
> DeLeeuw), and one of the Let's Talk Sex movies, with John Leslie.
I think the last one you're refering to is Talk Dirty To Me II, in which
the last scene is her and John Leslie (finally) getting together.
Excellent movie, because it also included a good "opening" scene with
Leslie and Nichole Noir (who played the daughter of a friend of Leslies
[underage, of course!]); Nichole "seduces" Leslie and gives him a nice
BJ. But the impressive part was while naked, sitting in a chair, legs
parted and bent back with her feet about shoulder-height (sorry, trying
this from memory and I can't seem to find the right words), Leslie sits on
the floor in front of her and proceeds to give her head; she *really*
comes at least 3 times (body shuddering each time) and, on the 3rd time,
manages to tilt her pelvis even further back, enlarging/stretching her
vaginia even more open for Leslie to get at; it was impressive (and not an
acrobatic-type move that I've seen since)!!
Rest of the movie was decent, including a menage-a-trois (sp?) with Cara
Lott and another woman, a scene with his female bartender giving him head
while she's upside down, lying on a table, while Bridget accidently walks
in; a typical Dave Cannon/Bridget Monet tryst; Leslie taking on Bridget's
maid (only interesting because, while she's giving him a BJ, Leslie forces
the process and accidently rams "between her cheek and gum" [looked
interesting, although he looked a little "pained"]); etc., but those 2
scenes (the one above and the Leslie/Monet Love scene) were the best!!
(As far as sex scenes went; there were two incredibly funny scenes: when
Leslie attending one of Bridget's program tapings [she's a
prudishly-technical, Sex Therapist, Talk-Show host; wow, indeed!] manages
to end up embarassing her on "National TV" with a lot of 4-letter words
and interesting phrases directed at her [something to the effect of
several positions she needs to try with him, "let's just call it f**king,
etc.] plus the final scene with Leslie waiting for her in her apartment,
on her bed, playing a harmonica and grinning like a chesire cat, knowing
he just about has her "licked" (pun intended)!!
Sorry, got carried away again; maybe this will count as one of the
"Reviews" I needed to post for getting "The Director's" help with Racquel
Darrian!! :)
--
Brad Puett
[email protected]
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."