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"Ride The Donkey" - Chapter 2

Yanks, (Americans) consisted of several different groups: There were the larger-than-life, loudmouthed caricatures of an officer; they usually had big bellies, bulging out from above low-slung army belts sporting a handgun. A few of these guns were service issue; many were ostentatious Wild West revolvers, or such. A half-chewed cigar usually hung dribbling slaver from podgy lips. They must have seen themselves as the epitome of John Wayne, or Errol Flynn. Sad really, as although on films, those two won every war single-handed, in fact, I got the impression that those two managed to avoid any contact with military service ' unlike other film stars who served willingly and with distinction. Those Yank officers were all mouth and trousers to me. If they had a superiority of ten to one in battle, they were heroes. Any less odds than this, and they would retire to a safer Headquarters, and scream for the Air Force, or Navy, to bail them out. These officers would have been more useful to us if they had been in charge of the enemy...

"TICIANITA ARABELLA WOBBLES - ARLOTT" - Chapter 2

.... It seemed just moments before ' with a loud wailing of sirens ' two large fire engines appeared outside the school gymnasium. Suddenly there were firemen with hosepipes and ladders EVERYWHERE. Well, the next hour was the most embarrassing one the Convent and Nuns had ever experienced. You can just imagine the fun the firemen had getting the struggling Sister Teresa down, as she tried to hide her red bloomers. Once they even threatened to use a hosepipe to wash her off the ceiling. Sister Teresa screamed in panic at the thought....

"Ride The Donkey" - Chapter 1 ' Shafted by Bastards. A Taste of Tit.

..... My head drops, as euphoric sleep threatens to engulf me, transporting me into times long passed. Eyelids flicker, jaw twitches: I am back there, reliving youthful events - seeing visions of Angie, the insatiable Sally, and all my other girls for hire. 'My little mares' - The thoughts and visions produce a sigh. Unconsciously, one hand reaches to caress a nubile breast, and then slowly lowers, as memory morphs into another mental image. In indecent haste, each in turn flashes vividly by ' Patricia, who took my virginity, and the girls whose virginal cherries I plucked - the happy apparitions smile at me. I smile back, recalling sensuously their sexual expertise. My hand moves automatically to cover my stirring loins....

"TICIANITA ARABELLA WOBELLS-ARLOTT" Tales

These are stories about Ticianita Arabella Wobbles-Arlott' Her friends call her 'Tish'. She has a talking Kitten 'Kitty'. Tish comes from a rather 'Posh' English family. ( Her Papa is a VERY important man. ) Tish has a series of exciting adventures. She meets Fairies; Elves; Santa Claus; Space Men; Kings and Queens- among others. Her adventures take her to castles, an 'old tyme fayre', into the desert, the seaside, a camping holiday, and many more adventures around the world - and even out to planets in Space! Each Chapter is a Complete Story, told as 'Bedtime Stories', by a Father to his children. The story starts one morning when Tish is discovers that she has lost her Tummy Button in the bath. Fortunately The Man In The Moon glides down a moonbeam and replaces it with a special Magical Silver Tummy Button. By reciting a verse, and twisting it ' One Turn to the Right ', Tish is granted three wishes each day until her sixteenth birthday.

"Wendy and Patrick's Monster Adventure." - modern Fairystory.

As their eyes got used to the dim violet light Wendy screamed. Patrick simply froze. ....They were in a large cargo hold. Just a few feet in front of them was the largest most terrifying creature they could ever imagine. It was looking right at them, and opened its fearsome mouth wide. Just then Grat's voice came through a speaker set in the wall. "Have no fear of the Sea Dragon; it is held secure inside a magna-cage. If you reach out you can feel the cage. It is like a one-way mirror. You can see inside, but the Dragon cannot see out. He carried on speaking and sounded as if he was working,

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