** ** The blue-white electricity playing over the Princess? cuntresembled swarms of jerky spermatozoa. The constant thick drool slowly oozingfrom it o... to the pole was an excellent conductor. Her nether lips flutteredand flapped as if in seizure. Electro-sperms swarmed up her wetted body andwere reinforced ?by the metal attached toit. Her lips squeezed helplessly on the metal spidercock ?fucking her upper mouth. It drooled just likeher lower mouth. Her eyes rolled above the metal spidermask. Secondly, thanks to J. John Seaver forhis excellent story, "SRU: In the Bag"; it's posted at Fictionmania,and I highly recommend it.)Jackie O'LanternBy Jezzi Belle Stewart(c)2005Jack Prior knelt on the long uncut grass behind the worn and ageweathered gravestone bearing the name of Jackson Donovan with the birthand death dates of 1840 - 1912, both barely legible on its surface. Thegrave of Mr. Donovan was a part of Donovan cemetery. Dorsey Donovanhad, in the mid 19th century, become the richest. The house was sparsely furnished with a couch, a chair, a table with four chairs, a low wood stove for cooking. There were two other rooms which served as bedrooms with a double bed in each room. The beds were comprised of a wooden frame with a mattress that looked like it was new. I didn't see any clothes closets, though.Ken asked me if I wanted some tea or coffee, and I chose tea. We sat together on the couch and gabbed about a whole lot of stuff. He asked me if I had noticed a tall African. “Hi Jimmy,” she said, turning to look at me, “help me out will you? The ladder is a little unsteady so just hold it for me please.”“Hi Aunt Vanessa,” I called back as I made my way over to the base of the ladder and took hold at either side. “Oh, thanks Jimmy,” she said “just let me get this shade on and then I’ll fix us a cold drink, would you like that?” “Yeah, sure,” I responded, looking up at her and feeling my throat go a little dry on me. She was stretching up to the light fitting and she.