» School fights

Defending Lil' Sis
I'm larger than most folks now, but when I was a kid I was always HUGE compared to the other kids. I'm maybe 10% taller than average now, but at age 10 - 12, I was the size of a 15 year old.

I was about 11, and my sister was about 9. We were riding home from school on the bus, and she was several seats away yapping with her friends. Suddenly, two boys my age speak up angrily, she snaps off a rather disrespectful reply, and the boys rise from their seats and advance angrily in her direction.

Little did they know hulk-brother was right behind them. Lil' sis, bless her icy heart, never batted an eye. I snatched up one boy in each hand by their coat collars, lifted them clear of the ground, bashed their heads into the ceiling, then held their faces about half an inch in front of my steely, unforgiving glare.

The bus was dead quiet. Every eye was riveted on the scene. The bus driver was watching in her mirror.

I said simply, "Leave. Her. Alone."

The would-be assailants nodded vigorously. I let go. They crashed to the floor, bouncing off the seats on the way. Everyone sat down, and we had a pleasant, if quiet, ride home.

The bus driver gave me a smile and a nod as we got off. She had been having trouble with those two all year, but they were model citizens after that.

Abject, crushing fear has its uses.
(Fri 10th Mar 2006, 21:09, More)

» Accidentally Erotic

Lace p-p-p-p-panties...
Fresh out of college, I'm interviewing for my first "real" job. Suit, tie, the works.

A VP is sitting in on the interview with the manager, so she's sitting next to me. She's middling attractive but athletic.

Sure enough, she's wearing a skirt and sitting at an, er, advantageous angle.

And she crosses and uncrosses her legs a lot. Very nice, well toned legs.

Very soon I learn that she has excellent taste in very expensive lingerie. She favors old-fashioned white nylons, the kind that go most of the way up the thigh and then stop with lacy elastic. Ohhhh yeah. Daddy likes.

And white lacy panties.

Very thin lacy white panties.

And she keeps the downstairs rug nicely trimmed, too. Hmm.

Meanwhile, I'm fielding questions, asking questions, bantering, and generally handling the interview with aplomb. Didn't skip a beat, got the job, and got to ogle a lovely little clam to boot. But I did need to keep my portfolio securely on my lap.

Too bad it turned out she was an ignorant raving bitch lunatic from hell. After just a few days of working for her, her stiffy-inducing properties vanished under the constant flood of buzzwords and hectoring. She did do me the favor of eliminating my position eventually.

*pop!*
(Fri 3rd Feb 2006, 22:13, More)

» My most treasured possession

My Cosmic Blue 1983 Suzuki GS850G
I've had my hands on every last nut, bolt, and bit of this bike over the last ten years, and it runs and handles better than new. It'll turn 100,000 miles sometime in July, I think.

I've had the best experiences of my life on this bike. The best clothed ones, anyway.



The cats and my wife will easily fend for themsleves, and the other Suzuki, the cars, and my tools can all burn. But my GS850 is irreplacable.
(Fri 9th May 2008, 4:21, More)