| From: | James Dening james@************.force9.co.uk |
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| Subject: | Mobsterus Infideles |
| Date: | Tue, 17 Aug 1999 14:51:00 +0100 |
>>>>>[
We got him. Check these out.
+++++begin video
The picture snaps out and expands to reveal an empty surburban street -
a nice area, judged by the cars and lack of litter. The camera zooms in
down the street on two large black town cars. They pull up to the apartment
door opposite.
Two large men get out of the first car and take up positions, oddly
geometrically-positioned to the other auto. Then, more slowly, a
door opens in the other car and a thin, young man emerges, the
acne riddling his face showing up clearly in the viewfinder. He glances
at the two men, immobile in their defensive stations, and moves
to the rear door of the car, pulling it open, whilst still looking
around. An older man emerges, smartly dressed, and the picture
abruptly lurches as the field of view dives in towards the man.
It follows him out of the car to the doorway leading to the apartment
block. She must have known he was coming, because the doorway
is filled by a young blonde girl, ample bosom bouncing up and down
as she hops from leg to leg, throwing her arms around the man as
he gets to her. He grabs her wrists and holds her arms down, looking
behind him - but the guards are still, his dignity preserved for now.
The couple vanish inside, the young man following, while the men in black
relax slightly, and the cigarettes make their inevitable appearance.
+++++end video
And, then, from the tart's room, we struck gold - I swear, Dave, the old
fart's got stamina, I'll give him that!
+++++begin video
A bedroom. No, more than that - a second-rate porn director's idea of
a bedroom. Whoever designed it had more budget than taste, from the
circular bed, console dripping with buttons, to the overhead mirror.
The PoV of the image seems to be from near the wall, next to the bed,
about 3 feet from the ground. The man and the woman enter.
"....yes, of course I love you....don't I provide for you, huh?" says the man.
The blonde replies, in an almost comically stereotypical Monroe-esque voice
"Yes, you do....Oh, you *are* good to me, Ericky! And I just *love* the
nice necklace...." Her eyes narrow slightly as she sinks down onto the bed,
head thrown back. "In fact, I like it sooo much, I want to give you a special
present...please?"
The man grins, watching her little-girl act. He steps across to the bed and
crawls on next to her. She pushes him down and leans over his torso,
breasts alarmingly close to escaping the impractical lace they seem to
be only just restrained by.
"In fact, me and Mr Smoochie want to give you a special present..." She reaches
out, hand growing to giant size proportions in the viewfinder, and suddenly
the PoV is moving , swooping down on the man, whose face crinkles with
annoyance, and whose arm leaps up to swat the object containing the camera
across the room. The picture spins and tumble, nauseatingly, but steadies, and
with a flick, re-orients itself. The view is now from the floor, but the action can
still be seen.
"For fuck's sake, Marie, get that damn bear away from me..." snarls the man.
The blonde's face has clouded over, but the ire vanishes instantly, and she replies
brightly, "Sorry, honey...." and carries on undoing the waistband of his
trousers
as she slips her bubblegum out of her mouth and carefully presses it behind
the head board, as she pushes her hair away from her mouth....
+++++end video
Well, you get the picture. Should be perfect for us. I'll be round later and
we can do the rest.....Hehehe..... I tell you boss, this is *great*!]<<<<<
-- God <14:33:12/08-17-60>
