“Sally Horner took her seat at the back next to a dectective assigned to guard her. She wore a blue suit, pink blouse, straw hat, and patent leather Mary Jane shoes.” (THE REAL LOLITA by Sarah Weinman)
Wonderful letter from a precious admirer in India:
I am [name deleted]
Marital status-unmarried,because I am GAY.
Educational qualification-Mse[MATHS] from c.u
c.u means calicut university.
Color-white Body shape-neither slim nor fat
Size of PISTON-10’8″,CIRCUMCSZED
Hobby-interested ONLY in SISSY MEN,TG’S,TV’S
DRAG QUEENS ,TRANSSEXUALS ,EUNUCHS,
PANSY-BOYS, CATAMITES, IN-BETWEENS,
HERMAPHRODITES and above all THE EFFEMINATE UNIVERSE.
This is my Bio-data.In India there is no way to get such
stuffs.Whenever I see your sexy pix I want to fuck you right now.I want to insert my big 10’11”TOOL in your sexy MOUTH.and also I want to insert into your fleshy BUTT.I just want to frig in between your plump THIGHS.
SO I just want to fuck you to the full or to the death.
Would you mind my being to be frank with you.can you suck my TOOL and swallow up my hot LAVA.I want you to get my WEAPON wanked by you.I am very frank ,because I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH
Please to be frank and express yourself.and also always
do dwell upon in a diffuse style.I always would love to anoint you with my hot LAVA and cause you to BATHE in it.how is that? Keep them up in your mind for ever.
I hope you will soon be with me.be faster. Have a nice day.
One more thing.I always want to see you in YOUR BIRTHDAY SUIT only.
While mailing pix,please send me “SPREADING OUT THE CORPULENT-THIGHES PICS AND PARTING OUT THE FLESHY- BUTT LOBES PIX.
Please keep all of them in your beautiful mind.
Oh! Dearest baby! You make mommy brie feel so good!
Recently, drove with my father in the rented Buick Lucerne, with the satellite radio, down the coast highway from Malibu. Good to know the ocean is still there! Took Sunset through Soviet Monica, Brentwood, where the governator (Arnold Schwartzenegger) drives around in his Bentley, bel air, Beverly hills. On the sunset strip got behind some hotshot driving a Ferrari convertible for a few blocks. Went south on Fairfax, east on Beverly, where CBS is located, south on Rampart, east on sixth street, then through skid row — about two blocks of guys in sleeping bags, and winos wondering around, then took Alameda going north. Finally, arrived at Phillipe’s, which is always at or near the top of the best places to eat in LA–certainly the cheapest–coffee 9 cents — good coffee too!!!!!
Going back to Agoura hills, just jumped the 101 at Alameda, and beat the traffic!!!!!
Speaking of Jones, here is brie as fictional book character Junie B. Jones:
Had to read a history book and write about it. Asked history teacher what to read: “how about von Hindenburg – the greatest German general!” (said with way too much enthusiasm.)
So, remember reading von Hindenburg in the bath tub, and at other times listening to the soundtrack from “Goldfinger” on the record player, while washing the dishes – no automatic dish washer, no color TV. Yes! We did have food stamps. Also, listening to “Sonny and Cher on the radio in my mom’s car, watching “Name of the Game” on TV, and bent seventies movies such as “Billy Jack” in the theatres.
(Later got into the university with a state scholarship. Not that I’m a brainiac, but they did cut me some slack because of my low income family.)
Anyway, in my immediate family no color TV until 1975!
Previous to that a 19 inch black & white zenith that kept making noises in the back, and consequently needed to be repaired about every two years. This is before the Japanese showed us how to make televisions that would last 10, 12, or even 15 years without repairs, then you would just throw them out, and buy a new one without incurring a repair bill. Someone’s father in high school actually made a living as a television repairman, driving around in a van with his name on it!
Now, where I used to live in Los Angeles county (La Crescenta) people pay $600K+ for houses that are essentially dumps.
Both the husband and wife must be making at least 6 figures each! Used to have working class people living there, now they must be yuppies, prison guards, or baby boomers, who bought back in the seventies, or inherited their houses (I know who some of you are!), which also would keep their property taxes down somewhat.
Anyway, during the lost semester in Glendale, I was able to squeeze into a pair of my mom’s sling-back shoes, even with her really tiny shoe size, because the back strap had some stretch. Also would wear her button font dress, then going out on the back patio,
during the day, which was on an alley, to pleasure myself – never got caught either! This was done for kicks.
Walked miles to school listening to contentious Joe Pyne on the transistor radio “Take a walk!” Sometimes stopped at the best (only?) book store in Glendale, which had an amazing assortment of pulp magazines from the 1930’s – “Who is Doc Savage?”
I’ll have to see the old abode. Last time in Southern California, I couldn’t find it, but I sent for a high school transcript,
which has the address on it. I suspect the old place, near the unemployment office and the donut stand, has been bulldozed, and something else has replaced it. Back then you actually had to go down to the unemployment office every two weeks, I think it was, to pick up your check. No mailing or by now I suspect they have direct deposit.
According to the high school transcript, I was still bored with mathematics, but next year back in La Crescenta I was amazed that in Algebra, if you correctly followed the procedures, then the correct answer resulted!
As I am writing this the world’s best mathematician is living in St. Petersburg, Russia, and is unemployed, living in an apartment with his mother, after having done research proving the Poincare conjecture. Can’t tell anymore, since I never did any graduate work. He (Perelman) apparently can go to Massachusetts anytime to pick up one million dollars for his proof. He really should grab the money even though last I heard he disdains the award. Perhaps he will change his mind—I would.