Date: Fri, 12 May 1995 08:02:30 -0700
Title: Cheap seats & Cheap Thrills

"Sheeeeeee--it, I don't matter where we sit, babe!  All I really wanna
do is getcha inna dark place and explore ... heh heh   them dark places
of yers.  I jes hope we don't bother them cute-sie dancers too much
with our groans and moans."

ground.ling \'grau_.nd-lin_e\ n
  1: a spectator in the cheaper part of a theater
  2: a person of inferior judgment or taste

He pulled her to him.  His hands wandered downward and grabbed her
buttocks.  His thick beer laiden breath sickened her as he tried to force
his mouth to hers.  She struggled, trying to free her arms, trying to lower
herself from beneath his grasp, to no avail.  His arms were so large
it was impossible.  His slimy tongue was forcing its way...
And she brought up her knee with all the force she could muster.
When she made contact she felt something crunch between her knee
bone and his pelvic bone.  As the pain was transmitted from one nerve-
ending to the next, he exhaled and she was
both blown and pushed suddenly away from him.

Stumbling backward she remembered she was still holding
the tickets to the ballet, 4th level balcony on the extreme stage
left where most of the view was cut off by the expensive box seats
to each side. She walked toward the bar to join Sis and Yates, and
hesitated only long enough to drop the tickets into her attacker's
beer mug.

"Thanks - but NO thanks, asshole!" Claire said.


Oh, Friday.  Oh, Weekend cometh!  Lettuce play and
dance on our daze off!!

d.



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