When Hayley Lichtenstein was a child, the sweet strains of rock-a-bye baby
and similar lullabies drove her into a frenzy of horror and fright. Hayley
could only be lulled to sleep by twisted apocrypha -- ghastly songs of Irish
bards, gypsies and freaks; horror poems by Poe and his ilk; tales of demons
and monsters from the Jewish diaspora...everything horrible and monstrous in
the world lulled Hayley as treacly sing-song lulls most ordinary children.


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That's Sally Membrane for you. Burned over seventy-eight point six percent of
her body, she's intent on showing it all to you. She was an exhibitionist
before, and by god she'll stay one now! If you like tits 'n' scar tissue,
this is the website for you!


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Handjob in the college quad. Handjob in a college fall. On an overcast
eastern day in early college land. Nestled among all our flannels and layers
and coolness and Holly's warm hand installed in my trousers. I think everyone
knows what we're doing. In fact, we are only one of four couples, each on a
bench in a cardinal direction, where a boy is getting a handjob. One of them
is from another boy. The strokers are all in competition. Who can get their
charge to spunk first!
   WHOO HOO! yells Mary Sue Rollins, a junior, leaping off her bench where
her boyfriend lolls with a stuporous, idiot grin. She half-crouches and pumps
an arm. "Woof woof woof!" she barks. The rest of the boys shift, disturbed,
trying to keep the thread intact. Nobody wants to be last...