” (obituary in The Telegraph 1992-07-31)That was where she’d talk about the New Guinea photos, Rachel thought. It was wonderful that Gordy had not...ced them in Canberra. And that Williams, too. Then she’d write about the pictures of Sydney: “From the Fifties Dupain specialised in architectural photography, which is easily the finest of his professional work. He developed a particularly close working relationship with prominent architects like Harry Seidler, Philip Cox and Glenn Murcutt.”. Assholes like the idiot who'd confronted her in the men's room couldn't live and let live; they had to control and dominate others.Outside, the oppressor paused in the hallway. His feeble mind sought to figure out how his prey could have escaped him. He was right on her ass. In fact, the restroom door had slammed in his face. If it hadn't been for the damned door, he'd surely have been able to seize the freak by her--or his--or its--wrist before it got away!As it was, the freaky bitch couldn't. He stood back a little to admire his work. My bruised, red hole oozing slightly as his white cum began to drip out.Alex let go of my head, and I tried to get away. He responded by grabbing my shoulders and pushing me to the floor. "No way, pal. We're not finished here." I could see him, towering above me, his hairy, cum-smelling dick dangling over me as he took notice of all the material I had laid out before. "Oh, nice selection."He had reached down and pulled up one of the porn magazines. I. What a strange sensation, Alice thought, it must be just what a telescope feels when it is being closed. She was growing shorter and shorter with every second that passed, and if this didn't stop, she thought again, she would disappear completely. When I say she was getting smaller and smaller, Alice was, but her clothes weren't, and very soon it felt to Alice like being smothered in a rather large tent. Struggling to extricate herself from the folds of material, she finally stood there.