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Author: Peter_Pan
Published: 04-Jan-08 Revised/Updated 27-Aug-17
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One cannot reasonably expect a traditional Halloween/Horror story to be light-hearted fun. This one itself is anything but. Many in fact, will likely find it tasteless in the extreme. Without giving too much away however, remember that the horror icons portrayed, ARE who they are on-screen, This is what they DO! I would simply recommend that the reader absolve him or herself, from forming even a marginal attachment to any of the characters presented here. Horror, sex and a high body count it should be remembered, make for a pretty typical Oct 31 outing - at least in my experience. The only constructive suggestion I can make, is that the next time you see a couple of flickering pumpkins propped up on someone's porch - be afraid, be very afraid!
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Living in Deaddolfhin, Illinois had its advantages some said. Founded, according to accepted local legend, on the site of an early settler's fish-market, why the "f" instead of the traditional "p" no one knew. It had come though to be a rather well-loved little urban idiosynchrasy - something to engage visitors over conversationally, if nothing else.
Jenny Cornwall, by whatever yardstick one were to use, was a cutie. Just eighteen, she was in her last year of high-school. Having her mind set on a career in journalism, she was determined to follow in the footsteps of her illustrious father who was now a financial analyst for no less a tabloid than the New York Times.
Undeniably aiding her in whatever vocational path she may have chosen, was Jenny's physical appearance. "Cutie" actually downplays the situation here. "Ventricularly arresting" might be nearer the mark. Five-two in bare-feet (should you be so lucky) the most attractive little heart-shaped face looked out at her world through clear hazel eyes highlighted by sleek dark eyelashes that no street-artist could have pencilled in. Unblemished skin complemented the prettiest of natural expressions that drew one to those lips - delicate and so full of promise, one could only thank God to have been born male - and in Deaddolfhin. Her exquisitely cut and layered mass of brunette hair which trailed off her lovely shoulders even in the most gentle of winds, didn't detract much either.
The good news didn't stop there. The aforementioned five-foot two inches of smalltown, middle-American desirability was packaged into a body that did everything right. Her small but beautiful breasts were off-set by an equally restrained but spankable little bottom that sadly had last seen such action when she was but maybe four or five years old. Her legs it seemed, had been sculptured by a professional who one can only suppose, was stretchered off the field comatose, when he reached the top.
Jenny Cornwall was to put it succinctly, one of the most beautiful young girls on the planet.
Late October and circumstances found her hunched-up rather daintily on the floor of her outrageously expansive bedroom, with her four best-friends from school. It hadn't been a particularly cold evening for the sleep-over, despite the meteorological expectations that might be ascribed the "Cute Kitties of the World" calender that hung marginally askew over her computer desk. 'October' had as its main picture, a rather magnificent study of a white tiger trekking through deep snow, carrying her solitary cub by the scruff of it's neck. To the left of the calender and partly obscured by her carved table-lamp was a sign which read "A home without a cat is just a house" which adequately summed-up Jenny's views on the subject.
Cyndi Andersson wasn't far behind in the "Girls I'd like to kidnap for a month" stakes. Of Nordic parentage as might be guessed from her surname, she was slightly taller than Jenny - around five-four. Long deep-blonde hair and quite exquisite features. One of those girls that whatever the occasion, she handled it with style. She didn't suffer fools readily and as a result, was accorded the status by the other boys at San Carlita High as a seminal-tease as it were. She could so live with that!
Bronwyn Lanchard was the serious one among them. The third daughter of Conrad Lanchard, a prominent local attorney, her grades were legendary, her future (in the legal profession) indisputable. Bronwyn, whilst not classically beautiful was just simply pretty. Maybe it was the way she was constantly brushing her long brown hair out of her eyes as she talked. Perhaps, her little habit of giggling between comments. Certainly her stylish glasses sporting their neat little rectangular lenses by
"Jeunique," lent her an air of extreme vulnerability. More than likely though it was just her breasts did it for her. To die for in any clothing you care to mention, tonight as she sat on the floor with her friends in those silky little PJ's, no man could have shifted his gaze from her arousingly prominent cleavage. One might understandably be reminded of the Marianas trench.
Lucy Vandenholm could best be described as 'trippy.' Had she been around in the late sixties she would have slotted into life in the Haight-Ashbury district of San Francisco like a born natural. An effusive little blonde, she had an interest in all things outre! Could have been a high-ranking Goth except for the fact she didn't like black! Ear-studs and accessories ran riot up into her hairline. A rather creative little tattooed scarab sat but centimeters below the rear naughty upper line of her knickers. To complete the picture, her belly button played host to a simple gold ring that her father had once threatened to tear-out without anaesthetic should she ever be thus pierced. It had not been without difficulty trying to hide this particular mutilation from his line of vision. She was though a real sweetie. Cuddly if not a little hypertense, she wasn't short of male followers let's say!
Completing the quintet was Jacqui Melville. Tallest of the group, she was not far off five-eight, courtesy of those wonderful thigh-dominating legs that were born for show and tell on the catwalk. Decidedly catlike herself, with those piercing green eyes, mane of tawny hair and a propensity to purr when you found the right spot, Jacqui was the group's balancing influence. Blessed with a truck-load of common sense, she could slink her way through any situation. For her, fear had never been an option.
"I wish we could go trick or treating again," said Jenny to no-one in particular. "It's Halloween tomorrow night guys - don't you remember all the fun we used to have" she added wistfully.
"I certainly remember Rick Mancuso in eighth grade," laughed Jacqui, "Always looking to give one of the girls a real "treat" - behind the boy's locker-room." They all laughed.
"Well why don't we then" said Bronwyn. "Who says you have to be ten years old to go out Halloween"
"Hello Bron," muttered Lucy. "Look at us! We'd look like braindead co-eds fronting up to someone's house in designer jeans and stuff." The other girls stared at her. "Besides, what are we gonna say Evening sir, Halloween sluts on call - just $500 the group and we take most credit cards!"
Jenny and Bronwyn cracked up.
"Hang on people," Cyndi was getting to her feet. She clasped her bathrobe to her. "Why don't we just dress-up young I mean, we're all pretty short - well except for Miss Vogue magazine over there." Jacqui stuck her tongue out at her.
"You mean like little-girl dresses and pigtails type stuff" asked Jenny. "You're kidding!"
"It's mega-simple," replied Cyndi. "Just take off your make-up and nail polish....hmm," she hesitated, "and well, just giggle a lot!"
"You're serious aren't you Cyndi" enquired Lucy, hugging her knees and looking up at her friend.
"Hey, it would be such fun guys wouldn't it...really put in Bronwyn, pleased that she had been the instigator of the idea.
Put to a quick vote, the concept scored big-time. Only Jacqui had held back a little saying "Not so sure this is such a good idea girls." Nevertheless she had gone with the numbers.
Halloween, and Deaddolfhin was host to more candle-lit pumpkins than you'd find at fruiterers' convention in Hell. At the Cornwall residence it was a veritable hive of retrogressive girlish activity. Jenny, Cyndi and Jacqui had dug out their old year-eight school uniforms which still fitted them to any curve you care to mention. Bronwyn had tugged on a pair of Levis with a floppy top that hid "the trench' while Lucy had squeezed herself effortlessly into a little party dress that made her look fourteen tops! Jenny and Cyndi had gone the pigtail route, Bronwyn a pony while Jacqui and Lucy had simply brushed their hair back and employed a couple of strategically-placed clasps. To the casual observer, a more normal group of bubbly young school-kids didn't exist.
The air was crisp to say the least, as the group, having overlaid themselves with warm coats, crossed Chadstone Road heading for Donners Ridge, an older established estate, comprising many desirable cedar-built homes on large blocks. The streets were tree-lined, the front yards for the most part - immaculate and the general aura - one of wealthy, if not staid indifference. Lucy herself lived in Greenline Avenue just up on their left.
"Hey, lets try this house," Cyndi called out to her friends. Giggling, they climbed the half dozen steps to the small covered verandah. Even as Jenny raised her hand to knock, the front door swung open, giving them and the emerging figure the shock of their joint lives.
"Jesus, you scared the hell out of me," muttered the man, pulling up abruptly.
"Well, it is Halloween sir," replied Jenny, recovering her own composure.
He looked the small group over - clearly undismayed by such redoubtable a feminine presence.
"Aren't you school-kids just a little bit old for this" he asked, addressing Bronwyn now.
"No way," she replied, "We're just getting better at it each year," Everyone laughed.
"Well then," he muttered, "What can I say S'pose I'd better go find you girls some "treats." He disappeared back inside, leaving the door ajar.
"Did you see the way he looked at us" squeaked Lucy.
"Yeah, more like we were some early Christmas present than Halloween," chipped in Jacqui. "Told you guys this wasn't such a great idea."
"C'mon Jacqui, lighten up," said Bronwyn, "It's just a bit of fun is all."
Right then, the man returned and handed them all various candies. They thanked him and scurried down the steps, leaving him with little more than an empty verandah to talk to.
"This is cool," cooed Cyndi, "Let's try the next house."
By the end of the street all five girls had their pockets overflowing with enough confectionery to ensure the need of regular dental treatment for years.
"Come on girls, lets go back," said Jacqui. "I think we've gotten more than enough and its getting a bit late."
"Just a couple more houses then," insisted Cyndi. "Hey, lets try that street opposite." She pointed across the road.
"Noo," whispered Lucy looking genuinely concerned. "Not up there - it's got a bad reputation."
"As in scary " asked Jenny. "Whoa! We gotta give it a whirl."
"No really," insisted Lucy. Kids have always been told to stay clear of that place. Just lots of stories about bad things happening there."
"Well it looks pretty normal," Jenny replied. "Let's not wimp out huh"
Lucy shrugged her shoulders. "I guess," she muttered. Jacqui looked doubtful but tagged along anyway.
Indeed, Mencole Street appeared entirely normal More of the same cedar-built homes lined both sides of the essentially straight road ahead. Perhaps the only noticeable difference was just how quiet the area was, the only sound in evidence being the girl's footfalls.
Deciding by majority-vote to tackle initially the second house on the right, the five of them approached the front door, well-lit as it was by the overhanging porch light. On their left, two huge carved-out pumpkins placed either side of the entrance steps, glowed with candle-lit intrigue. Sounds of some group festivity were clearly audible inside.
Huddled together as they were for collective comfort, Jenny knocked twice.
Whatever sights they had been expecting to emerge from behind that opening door - Freddy Krueger definitely wasn't one of them.
Touching the brim of his moth-eaten hat, he leered at them. Why, it's Jenny Cornwall" he exclaimed. Even the voice was uncannily like Wes Craven's hellish creation. So professionally made was the mask they couldn't even see where the facial join was.
"God, you scared me," stammered Jenny. "Who are you and how come you know me'
"Same way I recognise Bronny, Cyndi. Lucy and Jacqui." the figure announced. "You're not the only five at San Carlita's y'know!"
The implication of this statement stunned them momentarily.
"You're a student there" muttered Lucy incredulously.
"Maybe....maybe not." The Freddy-figure had propped himself up against the doorway. "Anything goes on Halloween night girls," he added, drawing a solitary knifed finger noisily along the top of the screen door.
"C'mon, who are you...really" Bronwyn was almost begging. "Is it you Wayne This is just the kinda stunt you'd pull."
"Wayne" The figure looked wounded. "I'm Freddy Krueger...doncha recognise me"
"Really said Jacqui, not even vaguely impressed with the charade. "Well Freddy, last thing I knew - you lost your head. I seem to remember Jason Voorhees striding out of Camp Crystal Lake holding it up for the audience. You winked, remember"
"Yeah he can sure take punishment that one," the figure cackled to himself. "Dear old Jason. He's here too you know. Wanna come in and meet him We're having quite a party."
"Tell us at least which grade you're in then," piped-up Cyndi.
"That'd give it away," the figure retorted. "Come on, its Halloween - take a risk. Join us in some ghoulish excitement." So saying, the grotty apparition turned on its heels and headed back inside, leaving the front door open.
"Look, let's get out of here," Jacqui urged them.
"Wait," said Jenny, "I gotta find out which one of those San Carlita losers he is. I'm sure its not Wayne. I figure its Mark. Look, if we all stick together we'll be Ok - don't think anyone's gonna try anything this close to home."
Against her better judgment, Jacqui accompanied her friends as they trudged inside. The door closing behind them as they did so, did little to assuage her sense of danger.
"I can't open it," she said stepping back and trying to turn the handle.
"Probably dead-locked," called out Lucy. "You need a key."
Further along the hallway, the sounds of a party in progress were plainly obvious. Not only was the air hot and cloying, it appeared that someone had gone overboard with a fog machine ripped-off from some horror-movie set most likely. Whitish vapor swirled around them, in places almost to knee level.
"God, someone's blown their entire monthly allowance on the costuming and special effects here," muttered Bronwyn, though none too sure of herself.
An incredibly well lit room ran off to the left from the end of the hallway. Taking a few seconds to adjust, they could see several figures moving about. Many appeared to be girls, for the most part, pretty young. Some were dancing listlessly, others looking rather pale, as if they had tossed down one ecstasy tablet too many.
Over on the far wall and little more than swaying to the music, one arm around a girl's waist seemingly supporting her, could be seen another icon of cinematic pain. "Pinhead" in all his nailed glory stared at Jenny's group as they moved through the room. The smile that spread slowly across his mutilated lips was highly disconcerting. Again, Lucy was thinking, just how realistic was that face-mask!
Cyndi was the first to be separated from the group. Trailing the others slightly, she felt her arm being tugged gently. Turning, she saw a young girl holding her wrist and motioning her towards a chair in the far corner of the room. Whether it was occupied or not she could not tell. Her question though was soon enough answered.
The Shape rose to meet her. She looked up in horror as the familiar blue-clad masked visage towered over her, the wicked knife grasped menacingly in his left hand. She would have screamed as he dragged her down in his lap but for the fact the hand across her mouth was fully immovable.
"Michael loves pretty blondes" whispered the girl who had drawn Cyndi to her fate. Several other young girls were now surrounding the chair and jostling together as if to secure a better view of proceedings. Her coat was pulled roughly from her shoulders before she felt her arms being seized on either side, forcing the realization that whatever was planned for her, she had no viable options to hand.
The approaching black and red striped jumper meanwhile, indicated to the rest of the group, their host's return.
"Curiosity get the better of you did it Jenny" The Krueger-figure smirked. "Follow me girls, someone here you might like to meet."
Threading their way through the smoky room they found themselves in another short hallway. A door to the right lay partly open and it was through here that they were being shepherded.
Contrasting with the dazzling lounge, this room was somberly lit. Bright enough though for the four girls to take in the features of the tall shabby figure standing near the window. Not that they noticed much beyond the battered hockey-mask and the dark pupils glaring back at them from the hellish depths of those eye sockets.
"We have visitors Jason," said Freddy, closing the door behind him.
The hand across Cyndi's mouth relaxed its grip, but only long enough to be replaced with duct-tape. She struggled uselessly. Whoever this was she was sitting on, was way too strong to argue with. She was thinking Hank, the school quarter-back but it just didn't 'feel' like him. Speaking of feeling, fear turned to outright revulsion as one outsize hand suddenly clamped itself around her right breast and mauled her through her thin top. She shook her head in denial of what was happening to her, tears welling in her eyes. The hand crossed to her other breast now.....fondling, rubbing. She could but stare downwards.
With her arms held tightly, Cyndi had to tolerate the demeaning behavior. The cordon of girls observing her discomfort merely added to the humiliation. Fumbling at the top buttons unsuccessfully, her tormentor evidently was losing patience. She realized at that point that he had not uttered a word either to her or anyone else present. Ripping her flimsy cotton shirt now, she gasped inaudibly as her entire bra was exposed and she wriggled in embarrassment as the Shape thrust his hand roughly inside the flimsy material feeling her nipple and pulling it hard. Quite without warning the great knife inched up beneath the skerrick of material that held the two cups together. The ice-cold metal against her cleavage caused her to shudder uncontrollably. As the tip of the blade effortlessly severed the elastic, her bra fell open, exposing both breasts in their entirety. A collective gasp - whether of surprise or escalating female arousal, she couldn't tell - encircled her. Blushing in spite of her fear, Cyndi awaited the next phase of her undeserved fate.
"None of the kids in our grade are that big," Lucy whispered to Jenny. The figure was approaching the four girls. They noticed lying atop a nearby bookcase a huge machete. Seemed to Jenny they had gone to great lengths to spare no detail in emulating their screen-horror originals. The outrageous hockey-masked stranger towered over them. Whether her imagination or not, Jenny was sure she caught a whiff of foetid breath.
"Don't even think about it," said Jacqui, propelling herself to the front of the group. "You don't scare us whoever the hell you are." She turned to Freddy. "As for you fuck-face, you're just pathetic. A total loser who gets his kicks dressing up. Now, if you don't wanna take that mask off and show us who you really are, you can just piss off and let us go home."
Before she had time to move, Jason had her around the throat and lifting her like a rag-doll, tossed her clean across the room on to a long sofa where she lay unconscious. The other three cowered in horror, unable or unwilling even to check the condition of their fallen comrade.
"You don't want to upset Jason," said Freddy smiling, "He really has an anger-management problem." He had moved now alongside Bronwyn and was obscenely running his finger knives across the top of her breasts. Shrinking from the unwanted contact, she found her retreat blocked by a large wooden cabinet.
"Come into MY world Bronwyn," he hissed at her and then to Lucy and Jenny's total incomprehension, both figures completely disappeared. Not that they had exactly much time to ponder this enigma. Jason had seized Lucy by the arm and was dragging her to the sofa. Her screaming was cut cruelly short by a backhander that buckled her knees and all but caused her to pass out. Tossing Jacqui's inert form on to the carpet he pulled Lucy into a sitting position and having shucked off her coat, had begun to systematically abuse her. Initially just fondling her breasts, Jenny could hear him making retarded noises of pleasure as he progressed to full-scale groping of her helpless body. Pushing her dress up, he seemed mesmerized by the view up between her legs and began experimentally prodding the front of her knickers with his fingers, grunting as he did so. Lucy was sobbing now and pleading with him to stop. She may as well have tried ordering an iced coffee.
Jenny had backed herself up to the door but to her horror, she found it was either locked or bolted in some fashion. It would not budge. All she could do was stare at her friend's desperate predicament. It was only then that she became aware of Cyndi's absence too, something that would have to take a back-seat to the current situation obviously.
Not content with pawing her, Jason had begun ripping her clothes. Lucy's top was in tatters as he wrenched loose her bra straps, tugging the ruined lace completely off. Her breasts were fully exposed as she tried futilely to protect her modesty. Her brief panties he found even easier to rip from her body, literally tearing them from her hips. Jenny noticed his hand dropping now to his own crotch and just about frozen with horror she watched as between little more than animal noises, he pulled out his huge erection and began forcing Lucy's legs apart as he pushed her back on the sofa. From what she could see, he was built like a horse and although she suspected Lucy was not still a virgin, she couldn't be sure, and in any event what Jason was clutching now between her slim and quivering legs would surely have split a buffalo on heat!
Wondering desperately where her friends were, Cyndi had little time to contemplate such trivialities.
Michael Myers was hot. This girl he held in his lap was arousing him just as his sister had managed to do all those years ago and he knew what had to be done to girls who teased him with their bodies and minds. This one though he would first enjoy - make her regret her birthright. He began tugging the hem of her school uniform upwards and as she wriggled in an agony of distress his hands reached her knickers and he felt the heat up between the girl's legs. He began to rub her there, enjoying the softness and the thrill of her fear and loathing.
Despite her untenable predicament, the constant pressure on her pussy was having its inevitable physical effect on Cyndi. She felt her nipples becoming erect and the outflow of blood causing her labia to engorge. Embarrassing as her public groping was, her sexual debasement in front of so many other young girls was adding to her arousal rather than detracting from it. As his rough hand slipped beneath the hem of her briefs, she found herself unable to prevent her hips from arching upwards and fully encompassing his inbound fingers. Noting her reaction, Michael began fingering her until she was spreading her own legs with unenforced deliberation. Ripping the duct-tape from her mouth he let slip his mask and began kissing her passionately as she lost all sense of reality and acceptable moral behavior. She began now to caress her own breasts and to whimper for that which a girl on heat needs at such a time.
The stirrings between Michael's legs brought back memories he would rather not bring back, nevertheless, they had to be answered. He turned the girl over effortlessly, face down now on top of him, her breasts free and compressed up against his unwashed blue top. Freeing up his erection as she half knelt astride him now, she had wriggled out of her knickers and with her bottom in full view of the youthful audience, she guided his unsighted but in truth massive erection right to the entrance of her pussy. It was only as he thrust up hard into her and with the benefit of her extreme lubrication, that she realized the size of the task she was handing herself.
She was filled to her abdomen and surely split already but so far beyond the point of no return it didn't matter. As he brutally fucked her, she began crying out for harsher treatment, her eyes still closed in fully transported pleasure as her hips moved to accommodate his inhuman coupling. At the very point she felt her orgasm peaking, concurrent with his own incredible seminal discharge deep inside her, she opened her eyes - and saw Michael Myers for the first time clearly - without his mask.
She may well have screamed, but the wicked blade of his great knife made very short work of her vocal chords. Even as her throat, slit ear to ear, gushed out her life-blood, Myers stood up and having replaced his mask, callously tossed the girl's body aside...to deafening applause from the onlookers
Understanding the difference between a written and an implied contract really is of remarkably little use when you find yourself isolated from reality and the sudden victim of an impossible occurrence. Bronwyn tried hard to fathom her predicament. That this was some kind of heating sub-basement was obvious from the outset. A furnace was visible the far end of the area in which she stood and from it, ran off steel piping - upwards to what looked like a steel gantry of sorts and along the walls and ceiling of the corridor behind her. She recognized the awful scene from one of the "Nightmare on Elm Street" movies.
It was simply impossible.
Insane laughter close by made her spin around. Krueger was ambling towards her making a screeching noise as he drew his finger knives along one of the pipes.
"H-how did I get here" she asked in a voice understandably bereft of confidence.
"Your fear brought you here my sweet," he replied. "Eventually you all come to see old Freddy," His maniacal laughter echoed around the basement. She backed away as he approached, fanning the razor-sharp blades in her direction.
"B-b-but you're just a character in a movie," she stammered, "You never existed!
"Oh, you're sooo wrong Bronny -. may I call you that sweetheart" He gloated at her shocked expression and distraught body-language. "I exist as much as you do. It's Wes Craven who lied to you all. HE made everyone think it was just a film when he always knew the truth."
Before she could move, he leaned forward and drew the finger-knives down the sleeve of her coat. "Does that look real to you babe" he asked. She stared in disbelieving horror at the five parallel slashes that had ruined the expensive material.
"You like nice clothes doncha Bronny," he grinned. "Wonder what other things you like" He leered at her.
"It can't be true," she sobbed, "It can't be - I'm dreaming this. And anyway, this isn't Elm Street.....its Mencole."
"Think about it Bronny, think about it! You're a bright girl - sure you can figure it out. Then we can get down to some serious fun here."
"Mencole Street...she thought to herself, even as the letters began to re-arrange themselves in her head O N C E ...E L M ....S T R E E T. She screamed.
She could maybe have run but where to This was his turf - his Hell...and now hers!
"Now come on sweetheart," he was cajoling her. "Lets get you better undressed for the occasion. I think we can dump that coat, its definitely seen better days." Seeing the gloved hand descend slowly, she pulled it off herself and tossed it on the ground.
"Good girl - Uncle Freddy loves girls who do as they're told - saves having to spank them." He leered at her once more. "Long time since your daddy spanked you I'll bet" She nodded slowly.
"You know what Uncle Freddy was a teacher once, he had to spank plenty of the little girls in his class to make them behave. The parents just didn't understand. You think your daddy would mind if I spanked you a couple of times Bronny"
She stared at him unmoving.
"I'll take that as an OK then sweetheart," he cackled as he rested against the piping, one knee bent forward.
"C'mon honey, put yourself across my knee, let Uncle Freddy spank you."
"Nooo," she pleaded.
"Kids nowadays - I dunno" he muttered, gesturing towards her at the same time. She was powerless to stop herself stepping across to him. Even as she found herself bending over his leg she was willing herself to flee. She felt the flat of his gloved-palm as he rubbed the seat of her jeans obscenely.
"Well Bronny," he crooned, "That's one hot little butt you have there, lets warm it up for you." So saying, he delivered a stinging blow to her rear which made her yelp.
"That good huh" he teased, spanking her bottom hard and ensuring both cheeks received their fair share of punishment. She was sobbing continuously now.
"Brings back some pleasant memories," he muttered, "Mind if I bring back a few more" She gasped as the belt around her waist appeared to undo itself and the buttons at the front of her jeans undid themselves one by one.
"Now come on Bronny you can either take your own jeans off or let Uncle Freddy do it for you." She hesitated, causing him to add "Sorry, but it's not a multiple choice question."
Still sobbing, she wriggled out of her jeans, forced to display her hot little blue briefs to his lecherous ogling. The fact that she had a really curvy and compact little bottom was simply highlighted now by the skimpy semi-transparent material.
As she endured the next round of spanking she noticed that contrary to expectation, it was hurting less somehow and arousing her more. She knew she was arching her bottom upwads slightly to facilitate a better coverage.
"Told you we'd be having some fun didn't I Bronny," he whispered to her. "Why not just get those hot little panties off altogether sweetheart and let Uncle Freddy work his magic for you." With almost indecent haste, she slipped her hands beneath the elastic and tugged the knickers down. She knew how arousing the sight of her naked young bottom must be for him. Were these her own feelings though or was Freddy messing with her mind. She had no way of knowing.
At the point her backside was near crimson, she was simply standing up now and allowing him to spank her freely as she stood there unmoving. She had an incredible urge to begin fingering herself but managed to overcome it.
Krueger, completely aroused himself by the sight of the young girl's glowing bottom, brought the punishment to an end and told her to turn around. She did so, knowing full well he would be able to see her pubic hair and the rather pronounced mound of her pussy.
"Take the rest of your clothes of for me Bronny," he ordered, "Strip for me sweetheart."
Gone was her fear of him or of her predicament. All she wanted was to please him and to tease him. Having removed her top, she took her time unhooking the crocheted bra and pulling the straps down her arms, before dropping it atop the small pile of clothes by her feet.
"Come to me," was all he said, Willingly she stood before him and as he inclined his head to lick first one nipple then the other, she shivered with expectation. Burnt, twisted, insane and ugly as all hell he might be, but at that second she wanted him to suck her.
She didn't even think it odd as milk began to express from her nipples. The feeling of incredible arousal as he sucked one side then the other, while milk dripped from both rapidly re-filling breasts onto the bare floor as she swayed against him. "Why buy it when you can get it at home for free," he smirked.
"Let's see YOU sucking something now sweetheart," he grinned.
With no hesitation, she dropped to her knees and unzipping her tormentor, drawing out (given the remainder of his deformities) a somewhat normal erection. With absolutely no prior experience of such intimacies, she seemed to know precisely what was expected of her. Krueger leaned back, a self satisfied smirk playing about his lips as the girl drew down on his unremarkable appendage. "That's a good girl," he muttered, as his pleasure increased threefold.
"Get down on your knees Bronny," he ordered her suddenly. Obediently she did as he asked, knowing what was to come. She even made sure her bottom was well elevated, and her knees wide apart. Krueger was no considerate lover. Thrusting up into the girl's compliant little pussy he had but one all-consuming need - to vent his lust.
Motivated also to cause as much pain as was possible, nearing his own finality he relinguished the mind control over his unfortunate victim. At the last second therefore, Bronwyn became aware for the first time of the full horror and degradation that was now her lot. She felt the utter debasement of being naked whilst suffering at the hands of this diabolical monster.
It wasn't a problem for long though. Even as she cried out from the pain of the enforced intercourse, she felt Krueger ejaculate deep inside her, his cum like acid, burning her vaginal walls. Another pain then of unbelievable intensity and agony. She stared down between her milk-stained breasts as the points of the five razor fingers emerged between multiple bloody spurts, from an area just above her abdomen. The neat little glasses with lenses by "Jeunique" fell to the floor. Mercifully then, it all faded to black.
As Jenny stared horrified at Lucy's imminent fate, she was still trying to make sense of Bronwyn's disappearance and most everything else that had happened.
Poor Lucy had been forced as far back in the lounge as space permitted and was obviously resigned to her upcoming ordeal. Not even bothering to try covering up her breasts any longer she was simply shaking her head in denial as Jason, half-kneeling there, forced the head of his monstrous erection inside her gaping slit.
"Please, it's hurting," she begged, placing her hands around the intruder in an effort to readjust herself. Jason merely grunted, commenced groping her breasts lewdly and forced himself even further into her. In spite of the situation, Jenny was shocked to feel her own wetness spreading at the sight.
One last thrust and he was fully inside her. Lucy was sobbing unrestrainedly now as he began to penetrate her. As his thrusts increased in intensity Lucy's resistance began to crumble and she let her arms drop at her sides as her lower body suffered unspeakable violation. At the stage she passed-out completely, Jason simply laid her flat on the sofa, climbed up between her legs which he spread impossibly wide and then began fucking her with such force her entire body shuddered with each thrust. Jenny noticed with horror, blood starting to seep copiously from Lucy's pussy as Jason showed less than no mercy for his victim as he slaked his abnormally cruel thirst.
Looking around in desperation, she saw the machete glinting on top of the bookcase. Jason now was undoubtedly on the home stretch, grunting continuously as he rammed home his argument for male supremacy. Getting swiftly to her feet and retrieving the somewhat heavy weapon, she was able to tip-toe up behind the semi-prostrate form who's back had been to her for the duration. The screen-Jason may be unkillable she was thinking, this dude however was about to be suffering big-time. Even as she raised the machete, aiming to drive the blade down into his neck and spine, Jason shook with the exertion of coming hard in the girl's inert body.
Either her aim was off fractionally or he moved to the left marginally, but the blade sank into his right shoulder. Not flinching, despite the gouts of blood splattering her face, her clothes and most everything else for a three foot radius, she forced the blade down almost to the hilt. It must have taken out his right lung, major muscle tissue, half his rib-cage and his aorta to judge by the fountains gushing from the wound. With but a strangled "Ughhh" the huge body toppled to the floor and lay still, right alongside Jacqui who appeared now to be stirring slightly.
With the adrenaline in full flow, Jenny leaned over the friend she had known since pre-school and attempted to revive her. The amount of blood still seeping from her vaginal area was sickening. The rape she knew could quite possibly lead to serious gynaecological repercussions. Probably already had. Worse though, Lucy was not responding and beside herself with shock and anxiety now, she felt for a pulse. There was none. Lucy's pallor was deathly and instinctively Jenny knew she had lost her friend. It was a question now of getting out with the others - assuming she could find them. Jacqui at least was sitting up and rubbing her neck.
"Jacqui, Jacqui," she muttered shaking her softly. "We gotta get out of here. Lucy's been raped....she's dead I think....the other two are missing. You got to help me now.....c'mon, get up you're OK!"
Coming to her senses, Jacqui looked around and saw Lucy lying on the sofa, her legs still apart and the blood running out of her. Simultaneously she saw "Jason's" body, blood still pumping from the horrific wound.
"Oh fuck Jenny, what happened here"
"You don't want to know," she replied. "Look, the door's locked Jac - think we can get it open somehow"
"You mean like THIS girls" came a muffled voice from the other side. The door opened inwards ushering in anyone's worst nightmare. Pinhead, Freddy Krueger and Michael Myers.
"OK, OK, you've had you're fun," muttered Jacqui bravely. "Can we please just go now"
"You entered freely my child," replied Pinhead. "Unfortunately we cannot grant you the same freedom when it comes to your departure."
"Please, please just tell us who you are,." Jenny pleaded, close to breaking point.
"As I explained to young Bronwyn," Krueger chuckled, "We are who you all refuse to believe us to be."
"Sure," replied Jacqui, and turning to the figure on the far right, "So you really are Michael Myers right" The Shape just looked across at her, the dead eyes studying her every movement.
"Yes, that is Michael," Krueger responded. He is as real as any of us and he has finally come home.
"Well from what I ever knew," Jacqui was continuing, "Michael Myles lived in a place called Haddonfield."
"Exactly," said Krueger. "Haddonfield it most definitely was....Haddonfield, Illinois." He looked across at Jenny, grinning triumphantly.
Something was wrong, she knew it. Why had Krueger said Haddonfield, Illinois A hazy notion was asserting itself in her head. Reality swum before her eyes as she struggled to discount the logic that was unwillingly piecing together the greatest joke of all. H A D D O N F I E L D .......the letters blurred suddenly of their own accord, reforming, despite her struggling denial of the truth D...........E.........A ........D........D....O...L....F..H.I N.
"Oh my God Jacqui," she cried out...and Mencole Street....."Once Elm Street!"
Freddy was tipping his hat. "At your service girls!"
Their horrific momentary realization was interrupted by a scuffling sound behind them, causing the two girls to spin round. Jason Voorhees had gotten to his feet and quite visibly enraged, was pulling the machete slowly from his mutilated shoulder, quite oblivious to the blood pouring from the open wound. He strode now towards the girls. Krueger held his hand up. "Not now Jason, this isn't the time. Come over here with your friends." Begrudgingly, the murderous hulk took up his place alongside Myers.
Pinhead who had been fumbling with something, suddenly tossed it to Jacqui who caught the thing mid-flight. An intricately carved and gilded wooden cube, she looked at the item she was holding. "What is this' she asked, her voice quivering under the influence of a fully unfamiliar condition - abject fear!
"Don't touch it Jacqui, whatever you do don't touch it," Jenny cried out. It's the Lament Configuration - the gateway to Hell itself......didn't you ever see HELLRAISER"
Too late, the top of the box had lifted and turned in her friend's hands. As it settled into a new pattern a dazzling aperture appeared in the wall behind Jacqui.
"Oh, we have such sights to show you girl" declared Pinhead, as ill-defined but chillingly morbid shapes and similarly mutilated forms reached through the charnal opening and in the instant, dragged Jacqui screaming into their cruel and pain-loving dimension. The chasm closed instantly leaving Jenny alone and quite beyond rational thought.
"Pain and pleasure are but one and the same child," Pinhead said. "You will learn this in time." As he spoke, chains with hooks appeared from the ceiling and caught each of her arms embedding themselves in her thin wrists. She screamed with pain as her arms were jerked high above her head and held tightly apart. Pinhead remained where he was, smiling at her vulnerable and agonized state.
Michael Myers moved towards the stranded and helpless girl and lifting the point of his knife to her navel slit her top and bra in one movement. Despite the pain of her wounds she gasped as her small but beautifully formed breasts were exposed to the four of them. Shuddering fitfully, she stared downwards as Myer's knife point began to tease her right nipple.
Worse was to come. Jason Voorhees towered over her before slipping the machete cruelly down the front of her neat little tartan skirt, itself stained now by the droplets of blood trickling down from her lacerated wrists. Whimpering with fear she flinched as the cold steel caressed her thighs. The sudden retracted movement of the blade tore her skirt asunder, causing it to fall to the floor a useless rag and leaving her trembling and shaking in just her panties. Her embarrassment was complete, as triggered by her escalating funk, her bladder relinquished its contents, drenching her knickers before initiating warm trickles down both thighs as she stood there unable to fully comprehend the dreadful circumstances now surrounding her.
The chains pulled her arms even higher and as she screamed again in pain, Krueger stepped up close to the terrified girl and with exaggerated dexterity brought his finger-knives up between her legs right to the point of her sopping wet panties. Even as his razored finger began to serrate the soft nylon along the full length of her delicate ingress he rasped at her, the cruellest of smiles in attendance.
"So what's it gonna be Jenny...trick or treat"
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The coach's seat looks anything but hot even though the Deacons haven't finished over .500 since 2008.
Job security in coaching isn't always about wins and losses. Sometimes it's about being in the right place at the right time.
Just ask Tom O'Brien, who was fired by N.C. State after last season despite getting to a bowl and posting a winning record for the third straight year. Or Georgia Tech's Paul Johnson, who could be coaching for his job in 2013 even after leading the Yellow Jackets to the ACC Championship Game last December.
Then there's Wake Forest's Jim Grobe, whose seat at the recent ACC Kickoff event in Greensboro looked anything but hot even though his Deacons haven't finished over .500 since 2008.
Maybe it's because he's still living off the currency gained from an improbable league title seven years ago, or perhaps the angry mob at Wake is simply too busy buying billboards advocating the ouster of his basketball counterpart, Jeff Bzdelik, to notice Grobe's recent backslide.
Either way, the only discernable pressure on the man who stands four victories away from becoming the winningest coach in school history appears to be the kind that comes from within.
And there's plenty of that to go around after a forgettable 5-7 season that was marred by a rash of injuries, multiple suspensions and a general malaise that turned Wake into a team not even Grobe recognized by the time all was said and done.
"We weren't very physical. We weren't very opportunistic. Our kicking game was bad. It was just a bad football team by the end of the year," said Grobe, who's entering his 13th season in Winston-Salem. "It was kind of embarrassing for me personally because that's my football team. So we've just got to get back to being tougher, more aggressive and all those kind of things."
Those were the trademarks that helped Grobe's Deacons stun the college football world by going 11-3 and winning the ACC championship in 2006, starting a three-year run in which they averaged nine wins per season.
It was success that earned Grobe a national Coach of the Year award and a lucrative job offer from Arkansas.
Despite initial reports that he was leaving to join the Razorbacks, Grobe eventually turned down the opportunity to stay at Wake.
In retrospect, maybe he would been better off taking the money and running off to Arkansas. Because as soon as stars Aaron Curry, Alphonso Smith, Riley Skinner and Kenny Moore began graduating, the Deacons reverted right back to their old, pre-championship identity.
Wake has gone a combined 19-30 over the past four seasons, only once posting a winning record in the ACC.
Just don't blame the dropoff on complacency or suggest that Grobe's program has leveled off since its unprecedented three-year run of success. It's a notion he rejects as vehemently as his laid-back personality will allow him.
With the exception of a 3-9 disaster in 2010, a season in which true freshman quarterback Tanner Price was thrown into the starting job before he was ready, Grobe said the only difference in his teams have been their ability to win close games.
In an effort to reverse that trend and renew some of the competitiveness that has been lacking recently, Grobe and his staff took on an aggressive new recruiting philosophy by putting more of an emphasis on attitude and desire. In another break from Wake tradition, many of the 25 new players that were brought in, including 17 three-star prospects, will get an opportunity to play right away.
Grobe has also promised a renewed commitment to the running game on offense while working to force more turnovers on defense. But even with all that, the coach said that it will still take a little luck to help reverse Wake's recent fortunes.
"The year we won it all we had at least six games go to the last possession, and I think that's us," he said. "These past 2-3 years we've had chances in three or four games each year to go the other way and maybe get another win or two. So we're not far away from eight.
"We're in that middle range where if the ball bounces right you're a 7-8 win team. If the ball doesn't bounce right you're a five-win team."
At some point, perhaps as early as this season, Grobe is going to start feeling some heat if those bounces don't begin going the Deacons' way again. That is, unless the angry mob is still too distracted by Bzdelik and his basketball woes to notice.
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Turn Me On, Dead Man
What do the Beatles, the Virgin Mary, Jesus, Patricia Arquette and Michael Keaton all have in common?
In September 1969, as I began ninth grade, a rumor circulated that the Beatles' Paul McCartney was dead, killed in a 1966 automobile accident and replaced by a look-alike. The clues were there in the albums, if you knew where to look.
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band's "A Day in the Life," for one, recounts the accident: He blew his mind out in a car / He didn't notice that the lights had changed / A crowd of people stood and stared / They'd seen his face before / Nobody was really sure if he was from the House of Lords. The cover of the Abbey Road album shows the Fab Four walking across a street in what looks like a funeral procession, with John in white as the preacher, Ringo in black as the pallbearer, a barefoot and out-of-step Paul as the corpse, and George in work clothes as the gravedigger. In the background is a Volkswagen Beetle (!) whose license plate reads "28IF" — Paul's supposed age "if" he had not died. (continue reading…)


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Client Problem? Make Sure You Involve Them in the Solution!
Here I go again! Another situation, another lesson for you and your business. Let me see if I can make this short and sweet.
I decided to have my girls' 3rd birthday party at a children's museum. Several days before the party, a few of my friends discovered that they could not attend, significantly driving down my number of guests, which would have put me in a lower price bracket (to the tune of about a 30 percent savings overall on the cost of the party room rental). I contacted the museum about the change and was informed that I would have had to make any changes seven days prior to the event. As I was never verbally informed of this, I was compelled to search through my paperwork and discover that, yes, based on the language in the contract, I was beyond the timeframe to change.
HOWEVER...I was a member of the museum. And more importantly, I was told, "Sorry there's nothing we can do." Not a very shining example of customer-focused service, in my opinion.
My first e-mail went unacknowledged, so five days later I forwarded it to another person, who finally responded, both by phone and e-mail. Basically, she said, I can send you some free guest passes so you can invite the people who missed the party to attend another playdate with your kids.
Here is what is wrong with that, and what she could have done, and what YOU can do, to make sure you are resolving customer conflicts to the satisfaction of all involved.
- Make the client a part of the solution—A simple question like, "What can we do to make this right?" would have gone a long way with me. I don't need guest passes. I and the majority of my friends are already members and guest passes have no value for us. I might have responded that credit in the café or a coupon for a free class would have made me VERY happy. And now? Not so much.
- Don't assume. I have no intentions of returning to the museum anytime soon as I am expecting another set of twins—so the offered solution has no value for me. Asking questions and understanding my unique circumstances would have been appreciated and remembered.
- ALWAYS remember the cost of a dissatisfied customer—I am locked into my membership for 10 more months, but make no mistake—based on the handling of this situation, I will think LONG and hard about renewing. Had they simply been focused on making me happy and not on upholding policy, they would not be in danger of losing a member, and even more destructive, the power of a talkative dissatisfied customer.
Like it or not, we are all in the service business, and solving problems is one of the ways that we can strengthen, solidify and build our loyal customer base. Involving the client in the solution, making them feel heard and important is a vital process. Don't lose a customer because you were too busy upholding policy or standing your ground to remember why you are in business in the first place. No customers, no business.
Kelly. This is great. I agree that we must allow customers to participate in the decision making process. As you mentioned, what someone like the museum "thinks" is solving a problem can be totally off base. Also, in today's globally connected world such a story travels at an exponential speed.. And reaches many more people than ever. Great post Kelly. Ryan
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Kelly, I recently ran up against a "policy" when dealing with a mill. They steadfastly held to their "policy" and would not budge. I tried to explain to them that, as it stood, their "policy" did not apply to the situation that I had encountered. "But that is our policy" was the continued response. I explained to them exactly how my situation was different from the situation their policy described, but to no avail. I was pulling my hair out, because even as a country, we have enough sense to occasionally make amendments to our Constitution. No policy covers every single variable for all of eternity. Policies are rewritten all the time because new and different circumstances demand that they be reassessed. And it is their internal policy; it wasn't like they were going to break the law.
I finally had to resort to "If you don't bend your policy, I'm pulling all my business from you." I don't think that I've made that threat more than one other time in the last few decades, but that is how frustrated they made me. They finally "bent" their "policy" and provided what I needed for MY customer.
Afterward, they could not understand why a long-time customer had gotten so upset.
Mary Beth Smith
Sheeshhh, Kelly – that's just bizarre! How is that people in customer service forget to, um, SERVE the customer?! I applaud the noise you're making about this – it's entirely justified. I can't imagine that their marketing people or board of directors wouldn't feel differently about it than the robot who clearly should be in the accounting department instead. Gather yourself, your 2 sets of twins, your 20 best friends and all their munchkings and take a big ol' group shot and start your own social media blitz. #NotGoingToTheMuseum


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Change happens, and when you talk to anyone involved in the enterprise data center, change has been accelerating and is making their life more and more complicated. The most recent issue is the growing list of network protocols which the network engineer has to choose from.
Previously, the decision on what network protocol was very simple. For IP traffic, you used Ethernet, and for storage, Fibre Channel. Speeds were pretty simple to choose from also. You used 1 Gb Ethernet for the IP and 2 or 4 Gb Fibre Channel. The only challenge was choosing the vendor to purchase the equipment from.
Now what has happened is Moore's Law has made the legacy data center network obsolete. Moore's Law was originally conceived by one of the founders of Intel, Gordon Moore. He noticed that every generation of microprocessor that Intel made tracked a straight line when transistor count was plotted against time. What was more profound, he noticed that most all semiconductor companies tracked this line. He determined that transistor density of the microprocessors doubled every 18 months. His world famous graphical plot is still used today and now used to describe the steady march of technology.
Moore's Law has caused an issue in the data center. Here is what has happened. For any data center to work properly, its major building blocks (storage, servers and network) should be in balance. Meaning, for them to work most efficiently, they should be matched. Also, you could say these three components of the data center have their functionality primarily dependent on semiconductor manufacturing processes i.e. the advance of Moore's Law. Historically, storage and servers have tracked Moore's Law very nicely. But when you look at the network you find a big discrepancy. Ethernet and Fibre Channel have not been tracking Moore's Law. What has happened recently is that the efficiencies of server processing power and storage bandwidth have progressed so far ahead of the network, that the network has become a bottleneck.
Looking at present day data center networks, you can see that not only is the performance sub-par to the I/O needs of the server and storage, but also its functionality and features are woefully behind too. Why is this? If you look at Ethernet and Fibre Channel, you discover these protocols don't track Moore's Law. Go ahead and plot the advance in bandwidth over time with both Ethernet and Fibre Channel. Then overlay that onto server CPU density and storage bandwidth (aggregated) and you discover that the legacy network (Ethernet and Fibre Channel) have fallen way behind. Even their future roadmaps don't track Moore's Law. We are beginning to see the bottlenecks happening. While Ethernet is very popular, it was never designed for the data center. (Try pumping lots of data from tens-to-hundreds of servers and watch the congestion)! Fibre Channel is really too slow. Even 8 Gb is too slow. This lack of matching the technological advance of the servers and storage has made traditional approaches to data center network topology a dead-end. To get back in balance, the network needs to be matched using newer ways of deploying data enter networks.
Getting back to my original point; the network administrator of a large data center is probably noticing network problems and is pretty fed up with having to run 8 to 10 network cables to every server. Also, he can move servers anywhere from his desktop but when it comes to the network, he has to physically go into the data center and add NICs and HBAs plus cables. Throwing adapters and more cables at the problem is counterintuitive and not productive. These activities drive CapEx and OpEx through the roof.
There are many new network technologies which are available to the data center network administrator that offer compelling solutions to the Moore's Law problem. 10Gb Ethernet, Low Latency Ethernet, Data Center Ethernet and InfiniBand all offer a wide range of features and solutions for the enterprise data center and cloud computing. The issue is, can people let go of the legacy way and embrace a new way to think about their network? It's not about the protocol anymore. There are too many choices for that. The new way is to leverage what makes the most sense for the application. By leveraging the newer protocols and their powerful features
The change in the enterprise data center which is causing the network problems is actually a good thing. It is forcing people to think about how they deploy their networks in a new light. By adapting an open viewpoint rather than stubbornly holding onto legacy ways, the network engineer in the enterprise data center can leverage powerful alternatives which makes choice a good thing.
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What Doesn't Kill You | 2008
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Brian and Paulie are two young punks running loose on the hard streets of South Boston. Coming from separate but equally broken homes, the boys bond makes them brothers. They do whatever it takes to survive, living by the code of their dog eat dog neighborhood. As Brian and Paulie get older, petty crimes and misdemeanors grow into more serious offenses. Eventually, they fall under sway to the organized crime boss Pat Kelly who runs the felonious backroom businesses and illicit trades in Southie. They also find themselves the targets of unwanted attention from Detective Moran, one of Boston's finest. And Brian in particular becomes lost in haze of drugs and rebellion. Even the love he has for his wife Stacy and his children isn't enough to redeem him. In time, the friends find themselves in jail--just a part of doing business on the mean streets they call home. Brian and Paulie are incarcerated long enough to learn a few lessons, but will they lead to changed lives on the outside? A storm of trouble is brewing: Paulie has big plans to liberate them from their life of crime--just one more job, one last heist--a bold and potentially violent daylight robbery. But Brian has used his time in jail to make amends to his family and get clean. When Paulie comes to him for help, Brian must face the biggest challenge to his code of honor that he could ever imagine: stand by his friend or salvage his family--he cannot do both.


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This dildo is made of solid glass, which gives it some weight. It's slightly heavier at one end because the bubbles get larger from side to side; however, it feels fairly balanced and is significantly lighter than metal toys.
The rigidity of glass can make it feel larger than it is, and you can cause internal bruising if you're not careful during use. However, glass has the awesome quality of allowing you to provide plenty of pressure without putting pressure on your own hands or wrists.
The glass is completely slick along every inch of the dildo. This makes insertion incredibly easy. You should be careful not to apply too much lube so that this becomes difficult to hold.
If you're into temperature play, a bowl of warm or cool water changes the temperature of the dildo. It may also pick up some temperature from heating or cooling lubes. You could freeze it, if you're adventurous, but I wouldn't. Don't microwave your glass dildos. Glass tends to feel quite cool out of the package, so you might want to warm this up with your body--unless you like giving yourself or your partner the shock of a cool dildo!
This dildo has a definite gold hue in the product pictures, and the glass itself seems infused with the color. However, there's so much more to it. The entire piece looks like a series of bubbles that you blew when you were younger. The exterior of the dildo has that technicolor, iridescent effect that shifts when you move your eye or the dildo itself. There are also golden/tan swirls inside the dildo itself, so the whole thing is a real treat to look upon. In short, it's even more beautiful in your hand that on the screen.
But you don't have to take my word for it:
The shape itself is simple. This is a shaft with a series of four baubles of different shapes. It only adds to the impression of blowing bubbles on a summer day. The glass itself is slick with no texture, and the bulges are each different sizes. The design lets you insert either end of the dildo, depending on your preferences.
On the smaller end, the bulge has a diameter of just over 1". It's almost perfectly round except for where it tapes into the next bulge. The width of the dildo between bulges is about .75", and it appears to be uniform, regardless of the girth of the bulge itself.
The next bulge is elongated rather than so spherical, and it has a diameter of 1.35" at its widest. The second interior bulge features the same elongated design, but it's wider at 1.4". Finally, the bauble at the far end of this dildo is, once again, more spherical in shape, and the largest on the toy with a diameter of 1.6".
Because the design gradually increases in size, you can work yourself up to the larger baubles if you're anxious, or start with the larger if you're adventurous. The whole toy measures about 8", but it doesn't seem quite so large in your hand. The way the bulges break it up probably add to this effect.
Fans of extreme texture should look at other toys, because the Amber dildo just doesn't offer it.
Although there's no curve for G-spot stimulation, you could angle the thinner part of the shaft to use a bubble to engage your G-spot. It seems like this would be easiest if you inserted the largest bubble, but your mileage may vary.
The weight and rigidity lend themselves well to stimulation specific areas, and the smaller end might be better for hitting just the right spot if you like pinpoint stimulation. You might also enjoy this externally. While laid flat, the dildo can roll across the body for some interesting (massage?) sensations.
Because this dildo lacks a flared base, it's not safe for anal play.
Slick glass is compatible with any sort of lube and won't react with your other toys. It's unlikely to chip or break. Padded storage will prevent accidents from occurring, but you'll have to supply your own.
The slickness means this cleans up incredibly easy. In fact, glass is one of the few materials that are ideal for cleaning wipes or a spray and wipe down. Just make sure to keep a firm grip during cleanup to prevent it from landing in your tiled sink or on the floor.
You can sterilize with either rubbing alcohol or a 10% bleach solution, and if your kitchen is equipped with a dishwasher, this one can go on the top rack.
Doc Johnson could use a little help in the packaging department. The plastic box and tray really cheapen the appearance of this toy. Something with a solid color would look more sophisticated. Plus, those plastic boxes tend to come apart in the mail. Mine did not, but it's happened on plenty of occasions.
It would also be nice if the manufacturer had added a storage pouch of some sort with this. I highly recommend you checking out some of the options here on EF, like this one to keep your glass toy from knocking about your nightstand or luggage. You can keep it safely wrapped in a towel if you're more low-key, of course.
While I loved the design of this, I personally found it a little underwhelming for vaginal use. I prefer bumps, ridges or swirls for a more unique experience. However, plenty of people will love this dildo, so I can't fault it for my preferences.


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BOSTON-Rocco Baldelli says it is not in his nature to complain, mope, or feel sorry for himself. If it was, he would be one miserable human being. "I believe the most important thing in life is to be the best person you can possibly be," Baldelli said. "I always try to keep a positive attitude and try to look on the bright side of things. Everybody has some misfortunate in life. You can't let it get you down. You've got to keep fighting through it."
The Rays outfielder has had his share of misfortune over the past four seasons, after impressing as a potential superstar in 2003 when he broke into the major leagues with a 13-game hitting streak as a 21-year-old, a year after Baseball America had selected him as its minor league player of the year. Three years earlier, Tampa Bay had selected him in the first round of the first-year player draft from Bishop Hendricken High School in Warwick, Rhode Island. Baldelli flashed so much raw ability and moved so gracefully that former Rays owner Vince Naimoli once referred to him as a "young Joe DiMaggio."
Since then, much has happened to Baldelli on his way to becoming a cultural icon, and little of it has been good. His problems began just after the 2004 season, when he ripped apart his left knee while, of all things, playing backyard baseball in with his 7-year-old brother, causing him to miss all of the 2005 season.
He has averaged just over 51 games a year in the three years since. He was not able to play until early June of 2006; he appeared in 92 games while still rehabilitating his knee. He saw action in just 35 games last season because of multiple hamstring strains. The worst news came this year in spring training, when he learned that he had contracted a mitochondrial disorder that was sapping his strength and causing him muscle fatigue. "I probably hit my low point during spring training, when I would go out there and have trouble even taking batting practice or jogging or playing catch," Baldelli said. "That was pretty tough to take, coming from the end of 2006 when I started feeling really good again, to struggling with injuries in 2007, to coming back to spring training and struggling again."
Things are finally turning in Baldelli's favor recently, as his Rays hold a 3-1 lead over the Red Sox in the American League Championship Series and can close out the series with a win tonight at Fenway Park. Though he has played only a bit role for the Rays this season, his story has been one of the best of this October. After all of the injuries and the fear that he might never play again, Baldelli is on the Rays' post-season roster, and his three-run home run in the eighth inning of Game Three of the ALCS punctuated a 9-1 win over the Red Sox this past Monday.
"What Rocco has done just to get back to this point is amazing," Rays right-hander Andy Sonnanstine said. "It was an issue completely out of his control, and I can remember having conversations with him in spring training in which he was thinking about stepping away from the game. That was a pretty tough time for him. He did everything he could, saw as many doctors as he could, to try to figure this situation out, and there were times when it looked like there wasn't an answer. To see him back out on the field is an inspiration to all of us, and really speaks to his determination."
Baldelli and Rays trainer Ron Porterfield visited various doctors across the country in an attempt to determine the root of the problem. While there were low points, Baldelli said he always held out hope that he could resume his career. "I just kept thinking that eventually I would get back because something good would happen," Baldelli said. "I owe a lot to Ron Porterfield. He's spent thousands of hours with me, going to different doctors, working with me to get me back on the field. He's more than a trainer, he's my friend, and he's done a lot of work for me. I take some medication now, and I think that's probably why I am able to play."
Baldelli came off of the disabled list on August 10 for a game against the Mariners in Seattle, and had a .286 EqA while hitting .263/.344/.475 in 90 plate appearances over 28 games in the regular season. He is still not strong enough to play on a regular basis, and Rays manager Joe Maddon uses the right-handed hitter in a platoon with Gabe Gross in right field. Just having Baldelli back in uniform has been one of the biggest highlights of an amazing season for Maddon. "I'm so happy that he has been able to be a part of this season and has the chance to experience this franchise's first postseason," Maddon said. "When you think of the Rays, you think of Rocco Baldelli. He's been one of this franchise's most recognizable players. He has come back and really helped us as a role player. I'd love to see him get back to a point where he can play regularly, because Rocco is very gifted. In fact, he has more gifts than just about any player in the major leagues."
Considering that Baldelli is only 27, it would not be out of the realm of possibility to see him emerge as a star, but even if he spends the rest of his career in a part-time role, Baldelli won't complain. "I'm really enjoying what I'm doing now," Baldelli said. "It's fun coming off of the bench to try to provide a spark when I'm in there. I'm content with what I'm doing now, and if this is how it's supposed to be from here on out, then I can live with that. Hopefully, I'll be able to do more as time goes on, but I'm just thankful to have any chance to play again."
Red Sox second baseman Dustin Pedroia has always been a favorite of statistical analysts more than scouts. The 5-foot-9, 180-pounder was the American League Rookie of the Year last season when he had a .291 EqA and 8.1 WARP3, and is considered a strong candidate to win the AL's Most Valuable Player Award this season as he raised his EqA to .306 and WARP3 to 10.4
The two opposing managers in the ALCS can't stop talking about Pedroia. "He's one of the very best players in the game," Red Sox manager Terry Francona said. "I don't think anyone will dispute that after what he's done in his first two years in the major leagues. He's tremendous."
"He could have played in 1910, 1920, 1930, all the way up to the present day," Maddon said. "I think the term throwback is thrown around pretty loosely these days, but that's truly what he is. One time I saw that show on HBO that did bits and pieces of old films, and there was the Yankees and [manager] Joe McCarthy was talking about one of his players-I can't remember who it was [Ed. note: Joe Gordon]-and he called him over to be interviewed. He asked the guy what he was hitting, and he said, 'I don't know' and he asked the guy what the team's record was and he said, 'I don't know.' Then the guy walked away and McCarthy said, 'That's what I love about him. He just comes to beat you.' That's Dustin Pedroia. He just comes to beat you."
Francona believes that Pedroia uses his small stature as a motivational tool, even though he was a three-time all-Pacific 10 Conference player at Arizona State before being the Red Sox' second-round draft pick in 2004. "His motor is always running, and I'm sure that's because he's been told from a very early age that he couldn't do things and he continues to want to prove that he can," Francona said. "He's gone so far past that, and now he's proven to be one of the best players in baseball."
Charlie Manuel has managed the Phillies into their first World Series appearance since 1993 after they beat the Dodgers last night in the NLCS. Manuel has been managing with a heavy heart though, since his 87-year-old mother June Manuel died last Friday on the day of Game Two in Roanoke, Virginia, following a brief illness. Manuel will fly to Virginia for the funeral today, and he admits that while it has been difficult to manage in the NLCS, he never thought about leaving the club in the midst of the postseason. "My mom and I were very close, and I knew that she would definitely want me to finish the season," Manuel said. "There's no way I'd miss her funeral, but at the same time, hopefully this is going to work out. We've come this far, and I just want to be there. This is something you've got to deal with and it's all part of life. You have to definitely be strong and find a way to get through."
Manuel jokingly used to refer to his mother as his assistant manager because she was never short of opinions on how her oldest child should run his team. "I feel like I know my mother would want me in the dugout, because she used to manage a lot for me anyway," Manuel said. "She'd tell me things like, 'You go tell those guys that I said I'm praying for them, and I want them to bear down and really get after it.' And I used to say, 'Yeah, Mom, I'll be sure to tell them.' Sometimes I might get a little upset and say, 'One of these days, I'm going to bring you up here and let you tell them.'"
The well-respected Paul Beeston has returned to the Blue Jays' organization to help find a new chief executive officer to replace Paul Godfrey, who will resign in December. Beeston was the first employee hired by the Blue Jays as a start-up operation in 1976, a year before they began play as an expansion team, and he served as their president when they won back-to-back World Series in 1992-93. "I have a great deal of loyalty to the Blue Jays," Beeston said. "They've been a big part of my life, and I've been around them since the beginning. I'm not interested in a full-time job, but I can work full time for two or three months.
Beeston, who was also Major League Baseball's president and chief operating officer from 1997-2002, expects the Blue Jays to have a new CEO in place by the time spring training begins in February. The Jays are coming off an 86-76 season, and Beeston feels they are ready to be contenders in the AL East. He also believes that the Blue Jays should retain general manager J.P. Ricciardi, who has two years remaining on his contract. "I'm a friend of J.P.'s," Beeston said. "He's done a good job. I'm a supporter. When you start with the best pitcher in baseball [Roy Halladay], you can make yourself a contender very quickly. You are over .500. You've got some good baseball people like [manager] Cito Gaston and [coaches] Nick Leyva, Gene Tenace, and Brad Arnsberg. You've got a good group of young pitchers and a good nucleus in the minor leagues. I believe it's a good situation."
NL Rumors and Rumblings: The Padres are more serious about trading right-hander Jake Peavy than initially appeared to be the case, as they want to ramp up their youth movement in the offseason. The Braves are expected to make a big pitch for Peavy, who also reportedly would waive his no-trade clause for the Cubs, Astros, Dodgers, and Cardinals. ... The Padres are also trying to re-sign closer Trevor Hoffman before he become a free agent next month. ... The Padres are expected to hire two veteran baseball men for manager Bud Black's staff; Jim Lefebvre as hitting coach, and Ted Simmons as bench coach. ... The Marlins seem certain to trade arbitration-eligible second baseman Dan Uggla, with the Angels and Giants the most likely teams to land him. ... The Giants have also reportedly inquired about Twins left fielder Delmon Young as they look to add another bat to their lineup.
AL Rumors and Rumblings: Add Red Sox assistant GM Jed Hoyer to the growing list of executives who are not going to interview for the Mariners' GM job. Indians assistant GM Chris Antonetti and Athletics assistant GM David Forst also turned down the Mariners. Seattle was also denied permission to talk with Tigers assistant GM Al Avila and White Sox assistant GM Rick Hahn. Brewers GM Doug Melvin could emerge as a frontrunner if his talks for a contract extension do not go smoothly. ... Bobby Valentine would like to come back to the United States after managing the Chiba Lotte Marines of the Japanese Pacific League for the past six seasons, and he figures to get strong consideration for the Mariners' opening. ... The Yankees want to fix their starting pitching via free agency, and hope they can sign two of three from among Brewers left-hander CC Sabathia, Blue Jays right-hander A.J. Burnett, and Dodgers right-hander Derek Lowe. ... The Yankees have interest in bringing Willie Randolph back to their staff as bench coach. If Randolph is hired, bench coach Rob Thompson would shift to third-base coach to replace the fired Bobby Meachem. ... The Indians are trying to re-sign infielder Jamey Carroll at a salary lower than his $3 million club option for next season.
John Perrotto is an author of Baseball Prospectus.
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Aaron Moreno
I wonder how long the Rays and Baldelli himself thought he was clinically depressed instead of suffering from a mitochondrial disorder. I certainly wouldn't blame them for thinking it.
Oct 16, 2008 10:25 AM
"The Marlins seem certain to trade arbitration-eligible second baseman Dan Uggla, with the Angels and Giants the most likely teams to land him"
Oct 16, 2008 10:27 AM
Sanchez and Lewis would get it done. In fact, that seems like too much. It's really not hard to come up with a number of possibilities.
Oct 16, 2008 10:35 AM
Yeah, I think you're really overvaluing Uggla. Maybe Sanchez and Ishikawa, but that also seems like too much.
Oct 16, 2008 11:15 AM
The Marlins would trade 3 years of Dan Uggla, who is one of the top 10 second basemen in baseball, for 3 years of a mediocre left fielder and a pitcher who has posted ERAs of above 5 the last two seasons? No way that happens. The front office may be constrained by cost controls but they aren't fools. I doubt they trade away Uggla without getting some real value in return.
Oct 16, 2008 11:24 AM
I suggest you take a look at this chart:
I suggest you check both Fred Lewis and Dan Uggla's birth dates:
Oct 16, 2008 12:42 PM
In case the numbers for pitchers are unreadable do to being to close. Hudson had an ERA+ of 130 and a Vorp of 37, Lilly had an ERA+ of 110 and a Vorp of 35.3, and Sanchez had an ERA+ of 86 and a Vorp of 11.1.
Oct 16, 2008 12:44 PM
When I talked about "upside" - and maybe it's the wrong word - I'm simply saying that while Uggla has most likely reached close to his peak level, Lewis and Sanchez have likely not. Yes, Lewis and Uggla are near the same age, but the former has played one season as an everyday big leaguer, and the latter has played three. Lewis' EQA of .281 last year was exactly what Uggla's was in his first full season. I expect that it will get better. Perhaps he will not ever reach Uggla's levels of offensive performance, but as you say (without defense) he is already "middle of the pack".
Oct 16, 2008 14:01 PM
Peavy's list of potential trade targets is interesting. Would San Diego be tempted by anything that St. Louis could offer that didn't include Colby Rasmus?
Oct 16, 2008 11:33 AM
Any chance the Mariners will take all these refusals to interview with them as some sort of lesson?
Does any team other than the Braves on that list match up with the Padres for Peavy? Since Towers will want a better package than either Haren or Bedard (as his perceived value is higher) is Hanson and Heyward enough? I wonder if the Padres would do Peavy and Greene (needs to be traded) for Heyward, Hanson and Escobar or is that not enough?
I'm surprised the Yankees don't make a move for Peavy. They could send Cano, Melky Cabrera and Ian Kennedy for Peavy (and maybe a set up guy). That would save them tons of money during free agency and it would allow them to focus on signing Tiexera, who should have a higher priority.
Oct 16, 2008 13:56 PM
Absolutely not. The Padres aren't going to take "crap" from other teams for a Top 5 starting pitcher. They don't have to trade him so unless they get a good return, they'll hang on to him. Judging by Towers' trade record I would think it would take a comparable package to what the A's got for Dan Haren -- two top 25 overall prospects, plus two of the team's Top 10 prospects, plus two other useful players. I don't Cano and two fringe starters is quite enough.
Oct 16, 2008 16:48 PM
I don't think the Padres would do it. Cano does has value due to his potential and the fact that his contract is relatively reasonable. However, I think the Padres are looking to go younger here with a deal that gives more prospects with potential than players with immediate value. Whoever, if it even happens, does land Peavy would have him until 2012 with an option for 2013 at what is probably around market rate, possibly at a bit of a discount even. I think this deal is going to be more like the Dan Haren trade or when Texas traded Tiexera to the Braves. I bet Heyward and Hanson would be part of the Braves offer with probably a few more prospects. Is Jordan Schafer considered untouchable by the Braves? If he were part of the deal I bet that would grease the skids, so to speak.
Oct 16, 2008 14:26 PM
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The friendship between Adam Torres and Jenna Middleton, known as Jendam (Jenna/Adam) or Adenna (Adam/Jenna) began through mutual friends Dave Turner and Alli Bhandari in Season 11 of Degrassi during their sophomore year.
Friendship History
Season 10
In You Don't Know My Name (2), Adam tells Alli to meet Jenna in the photo booth when it is really Drew.
Season 11In Drop It Like It's Hot (1), Adam eats lunch and plays poker with Alli and Jenna. He reveals to them that he was the one who gave Dave the idea that Alli wanted to have sex. The girls then yell at Adam for being so clueless. After Alli wins the game of poker they were playing, Adam and Jenna agree to help her hold and illegal tournament behind Simpson's back during the rest of lunch so she can save up for basketball tickets to make it up to Dave.
Season 12In Come As You Are (1), Adam and Jenna walk into school with Drew, Alli, Clare, and Dave. Adam mentions his scar from being shot and ask if any of them want to see it again and they all walk away annoyed. He is then seen behind Dave, Alli, Clare, and Jenna during Simpson's assembly about no more uniforms. Later, Jenna attends Adam's party with Alli and Clare.
In Never Ever (2), Jenna tells Becky that she played poker with Adam once, and that Adam is transgender, after assuming that Becky already knew.In Scream (1), after Becky and Adam continue to clash, and after Becky continually keeps calling Adam female, Jenna tells Becky that Adam is not gay. She sticks up for him, stating that Adam is male and transgender, which is different from being gay.
In Building A Mystery (2), Jenna and Adam help Becky prepare to tell her parents that Adam is transgender.
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In Honey, Clare texts Adam and Jenna, informing them that Adam is injured in the hospital.
In Young Forever, Jenna leaves Adam's funeral and questions if she should go to the reception because she didn't know Adam that well.
- Jenna is good friends with Adam's ex-girlfriend, Becky Baker.
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