Xref: netcom.com alt.fan.q:1891 Path: netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!europa.eng.gtefsd.com!newsxfer.itd.umich.edu!zip.eecs.umich.edu!panix!not-for-mail From: cmfaltz@panix.com (Christine M. Faltz) Newsgroups: alt.fan.q Subject: Re: Sunday, ABC, Hand that Rocks the Cradle Date: 3 Nov 1994 09:39:04 -0500 Organization: The Q Continuum Lines: 47 Message-ID: <39asm8$ioj@panix.com> References: NNTP-Posting-Host: panix.com In article , Madame 808 wrote: >Just saw commercial for The Hand that Rocks the Cradle being broadcast >Sunday night, 8PM here on the east coast. > >....for those in need of a JDL fix... > >-- >=====http://dswartz.dffl.gate.net/Bass.Nation.4.html====== > Debbie Swartz Internet d_swartz@gate.net > Neurodisc Records, Inc. > PO Box 7468 Email us your postal address > Hollywood, FL 33081 for the BASS NATION newsletter > (305) 963-0555 [voice]===========(305) 964-1117 [fax] THE FOLLOWING IS RATED XXX! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!! I walk into the office; this is a new gynecologist, and I hate going to a new gynecologist. I pick up the flimsy paper robe and discard my clothing. I get up on the table, but do not place my feet in the stirrups -- why lay here spread before I am told to do so? The doctor walks in, sans nurse. I initially feel jittery -- why isn't the nurse here, too? After all, I thought most gynecologists have a nurse with them when they exam, to protect themselves in this day and age from sexual harassment complaints. But then I get a good look at him!!! Oooh! Give me that speculum, baby! Lube me up and dig right in!!! His hair and eyes are dark; he is tall, nicely built. I look at his fingers: long -- oh yes, so nice and long!!! "Put your feet in the stirups please." he says -- no introductions, no innocent chappter to make me feel at ease. No matter; I'll spread 'em. He gives me a devilish smile; he lubes his fingers -- fingers not a just one -- and penetrates me, one at a time. "An interesting new method, Doctor." I grin. "Have you got any other medical miracles you wish to share?" He looks shocked; ah, I understand. He wanted to victimize me, to shock me and make me uncomfortable. Too bad, doc! ** Okay, those of you who know me are aware I can get graphic and continue this. Interested? If not, please be polite about it. I did label this, after all. Christine -- Everyone talks about apathy; but no one *does* anything about it. Seven weeks until I am in the same building as HE!!! Xref: netcom.com alt.fan.q:1909 Path: netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!news.sprintlink.net!redstone.interpath.net!ddsw1!panix!not-for-mail From: cmfaltz@panix.com (Christine M. Faltz) Newsgroups: alt.fan.q Subject: Evil Gynecologist Continued (XXX) [The hand that rocks the cervix] Date: 5 Nov 1994 14:51:54 -0500 Organization: The Q Continuum Lines: 47 Message-ID: <39gnoq$nrr@panix.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: panix.com "Do you have any other medical miracles you wish to share with me, Doctor Mott?" He was shocked. So, he had wanted me to be frightened; he had wanted me to leave his office feeling violated. Surprise! Besides, there was no way I wanted to file a sexual harassment suit against him; I am Q, and I can see the future. He would shoot himself if someone did this, and I would much rather he shoot something into me. His wife was a nutty bitch, so I had been sent to quench his need for a victim -- ah the power he wielded as an ob/gyn. If I were mortal and actually required his services, I would probably notbe so open-minded about the whole thing. He was staring at me still, unable to bbelieve both his luck and his inability to have a power trip. "Give me some of that Mott juice, baby!" I growl, "I haven't got all century. I need to cause a little hysteria of my own on the Enterprise.) "Are you jerking my chainm Miss -- uh --" "Quantum Deep," I answer. "What kind of a name is that?" "My name, and I'll thank you to keep your puny mortal opinions to yourself. I want something bigger and better than your ideas about my name." He looked a bit scared now, so I helped him off with his clothes and got him on the table. I lowered myself on his instrument, and asked him to do a careful, probing examination. "I want a smear all right, but not of the Pap variety," I said, my hands on those phenomenal shoulders. "I want you to leave a sample rather than taking one." "You're one loony bitch!" "No loonier than what you've been married to for these past few years, my fine specimen of a man. Now I'm going to reverse our positions and you're going to give me the best you've got. Don't worry; I'll pay for the visit." Christine -- Everyone talks about apathy; but no one *does* anything about it. Seven weeks until I am in the same building as HE!!!