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The Research Project

By: thick7in1972



I was not looking forward to the rest of the evening. I was heading over to Tammy's apartment to work on a graduate class project we were working together on. She is also a teacher at the school I teach at, and I get along with her great, but tonight was probably going to be torture. 

She is a fairly attractive young woman with short blond hair, nice blue eyes, and good smile. Also, she is about 5'8" and may weigh 110 pounds soaking wet. In fact, about the only thing she is lacking in the body department is tits. If I were to guess from all the times I have checked them out, they may be on the small side of a b-cup.

With that description, however, I should be looking forward to this evening. However, Tammy may be one of the most naïve people I have met. Every time sex is the topic of discussion at work, she becomes very shy and almost embarrassed. We have often worried that sometimes our discussions at the teacher lunch table would lead her to file a sexual harassment suit. 

It does not stop there. She dresses in a way that flaunts were physical attributes. High heels to make her legs look even longer, tighter pants to show her almost perfect ass, and low cut tops to accentuate her smaller chest. With my desk across from hers, I have often been able to look down her shirt when bends over to get something off her desk. For two years, the combination of her looks and naiveté have been a base of many of my sexual fantasies, and I would bet she was completely oblivious to what she does to me and the other guys in the department.

So here I am, a 30 year old man with a high sex drive heading to her apartment to work on a project knowing all I am going to do is go home to night to masturbate. Of course, in my naiveté I got ready just in case I was going to fuck her tonight. I trimmed my pubic hair, freshly shaved my balls and put on a pair of thong underwear. As I sit in my car, I know all this is going to do is make me horny for a girl that is probably still a virgin, and will be still after tonight.

I knocked on the door and when she opened I knew she was oblivious to the effect that she could, and does, have on men. She was wearing a powder blue halter top that had only one small string tied in the back, which meant she was braless. The top stopped about an inch above her navel to show off her belly-button and flat stomach. Her white shorts fit around her waist perfectly and ended exactly where her long legs began. A quick look as she turned around to lead me into her place showed no panty line in the shorts, which, of course, meant no panties, or, more likely, a thong.

As I walked in I could feel a slight rise in my pants. I was thinking it was now a good thing I was wearing a thong to keep the bulge in my pants to a minimum. 

She led me to the kitchen table where I sat down my bags and she offered me a beer. We sat in the kitchen making small talk as we both finished the beers. As she got the second round of beers, I got our stuff organized on the table. We both sat down and began working on our project. As we were working we kept alternating who would get the beers.

With the combination of beers and lack of working pressure, we found ourselves working quickly through the project. Our ideas were clicking as well as the beer was going down. After about two-and-one-half hours and 5 beers apiece, we were done. As I stood up and realized that I was getting drunk, but those thoughts were erased when Tammy stood up and gave me a big hug.

"We're done," she said. "I was dreading this project all day. I can't believe how quickly we finished. This calls for a celebration. I'll be right back, go on into the family room and turn on the TV."

I went into the living room and found the remote control and turned the TV to the rock digital music station on her satellite receiver. She returned with a couple of fresh beers, a tray of limes and salt with a bottle of tequila. She opened the bottle, poured two shots into two double sized shot glasses.

"Here is to two friends working so well together tonight," she said as she put salt on her hand. Then she downed the entire double shot and sucked all the juice out of the lemon. "Your turn," she gasped out, trying to ease the burn down her throat. 

I followed her lead and did my own shot. We both did another double shot of tequila, before we needed a couple of new beers. When Tammy got up to get them, she stumbled slightly since she was now starting to get very drunk. She slowly walked across the living room to the beat of the music coming from her television. 

My head was spinning from the booze and the fact she had no idea what she was doing to me. My dick was starting to get aroused at the sight of her dancing across the living room floor. When she returned with the beers, she sat right next to me on the couch and asked a question that took me completely off guard.

"Why do none of the guys at work ever hit on me?" she said. "I really try to flirt with them but usually to no avail."

I was speechless. I tried to utter something about it is difficult to actually have an office romance, but I do not think it came out as planned.

"In fact," she continued, "sometimes I want to just grab someone and fuck them right there in the department center."

My mind still racing I went into "what the hell" mode and pulled her head to me to kiss her. She met me half way and immediately had her tongue in my mouth and her hand on my cock. I realized she was not the naïve girl I thought she was. Neither of us were thinking about just kissing.

I undid her top and exposed her tits, which were slightly larger than I had imagined, but with very nice sized nipples. As I licked each tit, I began to rub her pussy through her shorts. She was beginning to moan with pleasure. I soon moved down to kiss the navel that I had been staring at all night.

I repositioned myself to the floor, on my knees in front of her. She sat up slightly so we could kiss each other and give me a little more room to slide her shorts and panties off. After I got them over her hips, she laid back and threw her legs up so I could easily get them the rest of way off. After they were off, I paused for a second to look at her. She looked like the girl that I had fucked in my dreams, with one exception. Her pussy was groomed to perfection. No hair around the lips and a small strip of very short pubic hair above. This was not the naïve girl I worked with.

I slowly kissed my way down her legs. When I got to her pussy, I teased it slightly with a few short kisses and licks all the way around it before I put my mouth completely around her moist pussy. I started to tongue fuck her pussy. She was enjoying every minute. She was beginning to moan loudly and writhe her hips to meet my every tongue movement. Soon her hips started to buck and her legs closed around my head to push my face even further into her. I could not move my head so I just continued to lick her as she tensed up as and orgasm shook her entire body.

Her body went limp as I slowed up and began to kiss her pussy very lightly. I worked my way back up her body with short light, kisses. When I got to her mouth she pulled me into her and kissed me passionately. "My turn," she whispered into my ear.

With that she got up and sat me down on the couch. She positioned herself in front of me and had my shirt off before I knew it. She was kissing my chest and slowly massaging my raging hard-on through my shorts. She unbuttoned my shorts and slid them off.

"Cool," she said. "I have never seen a guy wear thong underwear before. That may be the sexiest thing I have ever seen."

I had never noticed a woman admiring me before. To see her just looking at me in my thong, was one of the best foreplay experiences of my life. Not to my disappointment, the moment did not last long as she slid my underwear off to expose my cock. It is probably only average in size (6 inches) but it is very thick (2 ¼" diameter). Tammy said something about the girth of my cock and then began to lick the length of it. 

I could tell she liked my shaved balls, because she spent a lot of time with them in her mouth as her hand stroked my cock. Soon she was back at the top of my dick and began to suck on it. Tammy was obviously not a virgin. In fact, she seemed very experienced as she took my entire cock in her mouth. She did not disappoint when she swallowed every drop as I came in her mouth.

"If we move quickly, I can keep it hard," I said wondering if there were any condoms in my wallet. But before I could find out, Tammy pulled one out from under the tray. She had brought a few to the living room with the tequila knowing she was going to seduce me.

She undid the package and slid the condom on my cock as she got on my lap, impaling herself on my still hard cock. Her pussy was a nice fit for my cock. "Was that quick enough," she whispered in my ear. Within a few minutes, we were fucking in rhythm as if we had done this every day for a year. As we fucked, I kissed her, her tits, her neck, her ear and her mouth. She was kissing my ear, neck and mouth. When we kissed I could taste my cum on the back of her tongue. Both of our hands were exploring each other's body as well. She had one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced a woman having. Her whole body shook and goose-pimples covered her whole body as she went limp in my arms.

I moved her onto her back on the couch since she was still trying to mentally recover from her orgasm. I entered her missionary style. I moved back and forth in her very slowly to allow her to completely recover. Soon we were back into a rhythm. However, now I fucked her faster than we had previously. We fucked for about another ten minutes when she pinned my legs to the couch with hers and pulled my chest closely against hers. Our bodies could not have been any closer as we both reached climax and came simultaneously. 

Our bodies lied motionless next to each other as we both tried to catch our breath. I withdrew from her and got up to dispose of the condom. When I returned to the living room, Tammy had poured us another round of tequila. This time I had the toast.

"To finding out that the best fuck sometimes just sits in the desk next to yours." 

We both downed the shots. Before I could really recover from the shot, she had poured two more.

"This time," she said, "the salt and lime must be on the body of the other." 

I went first and had her lie on her back. I pretended to by trying to figure out where to put the salt and lime. However, all I was doing was looking at her naked body.

"Come on," she interrupted my stares. "You know from now on you can look at me and fuck me anytime you want." 

I licked the area between her tits and put some salt there. Then, I squeezed the lime juice into her belly button. When I did this, she giggled and her stomach flinched. I licked the salt slowly from between her tits, did the shot and sucked the juice out of her navel. When I was sucking the juice from her navel I slipped my hand between her legs to find that her pussy was still very hot and wet.

She then took her salt and had me get on my hands and knees. She licked the back of my neck and put her salt there and then surprised me when she wedged the lime between my ass cheeks. She licked the salt, did her shot and then sucked the lime that had been pressed against my asshole. It felt wonderfully erotic and I could feel my cock starting to come back to life.

She moved to her knees and lifted me off my hands and began to kiss up my spine while she stroked my growing cock. It was unbelievable. I had never had a felt a woman's body on my back. I could feel her pubic hair against my ass since she was grinding her groin into me. To think this was the naïve girl that I thought I would be masturbating to when I got home. Naïve my ass, this girl was a sex goddess. 

When I got completely hard, I turned to face her, but she was a step quicker. She was lying on her stomach with her pussy pointed in the air. I slid a condom on and straddled her legs and entered her from behind. When I entered her, she closed her legs to make her pussy unbelievably tight. The lubrication on the condom allowed me to move back and forth in her. 

As I was fucking her, I lowered myself onto her back and began to kiss her neck. Her hands reached back to my hips and urged me to fuck her faster. I began to fuck her as fast as I could move my hips. Her hips were moving to meet my every thrust. I turned her head to the side I was kissing and ,because of the position we were in, we began to kiss with such passion it was as if we were tongue fucking each other's mouth at the same pace of our genitals. Like before, we came simultaneously. 

Out of breath, I removed the condom and placed it on the serving tray. She was barely able to crawl to the couch. I helped her onto the couch and lied down next to her as we both faded off into a drunken, naked, sexually euphoric sleep. As I faded off to sleep, my last thought was where I could fuck her at work on Monday. 

The Research Project



We need to do a research project so we go to an old library in a nearby neighborhood. It's in an older section of town. The houses, at one time, had been homes for the town's elite. Now they are run down and will require a lot of renovation to bring them to any semblance of their former selves. It seems a shame for them to be in such disrepair.

We arrive at the library, where the librarian directs us to the stairs leading up to the research section of the building. The stairs creak as we walk up them. It is a little spooky and you lean up close to me and hold my arm. We go to computers, which are located in a secluded area in the back of the room. Shelves of books hide the computers from direct view of library personnel and patrons, if there had been any there. We are alone with a myriad tales surrounding us.

After a couple of hours of research my mind starts to wander and I think of all the things I want to do to you. I begin to whisper my thoughts to you. A mischievous grin dances across your face.

You are wearing a skirt. You reach under it. Slowly and tantalizingly you slip your panties off and stash them in your purse. I slide next to you. I tickle your ears with my beard and touch you in places that make you shiver. I turn your chair around so that it is facing me. I scoot up close to you and run my beard all over your face and neck. I reach up under your blouse and remove your bra. I shove the bra into your purse.

I lift your blouse and run my beard on your nipples and my tongue over your breasts. I bite lightly on your nipples. I press your breasts together and suck both nipples into my mouth at once. At the same time, I reach under your skirt and slide my hands up your thighs, sucking as much of your breasts in my mouth, as I can. At the same time I am running my tongue over your nipples.

I slowly slide my hands up until I feel your wetness. I slide my thumbs in as you arch your back. You move closer to me. I place my thumbs strategically in the places they feel best to you. One is on the g-spot and the other is against your ass.

I pick you up and place you on my lap. I draw you close to me and hold your breasts against my face. Your breasts wrap around my face. I lick you breastbone. I lick you down to your navel and run my tongue around the rim.

You get on your knees and lift yourself up closer to my mouth. Finally, you stand on the chair so my face is between your thighs. I run my tongue between your lips and search for that wonderful piece of paradise. You move back and forth on my tongue. My nose presses against your pubic bone. I love the taste and smell of you. The juices flow down my beard. Down my neck and onto my chest. It tickles as it runs down my stomach, but it's a wonderfully delightful sensation.

I lap up as much as I can. You are too copious for me to catch it all. It seems like everyone in the library should be able to hear us by now. Is there anyone watching, I wonder? At this point, I don't care. I just want to have you right here and NOW.

You slide slowly down my face and chest. You come to rest on top of my knees. You unzip my pants and remove my cock. You ease yourself onto me. You feel so good. So wet and warm.

I just hold you still and hold your breasts against me. I feel your breath on my forehead. You slowly move up and down. I take off my shirt so I can feel your breasts against my chest. I feel your breasts rising and falling and your wetness wrapped around me. My jeans are soaked with your wetness.

You start to pump a little faster and your breath becomes shorter and faster. You are getting close to orgasm, I just hope I can last for you. The noises of love are making me climax. I explode inside you.

You feel my warmth inside you and it drives you over the edge. You slam down on me one last time and slump over and hold me close. I hold you tight and feel your heavy breathing as your breasts press against my heaving chest.

It starts quietly at first. Then we realize that someone is applauding.

Grabbing and clutching clothes we hurriedly run for the back stairwell. As we stumble down the stairs we hurriedly get dressed and run out the door. We can't wait to get home and start over again.

(c) August 22, 2000 - Bob White Crow (Inspired by linda_9712) Bob White Crow Enterprises



The Research Project



(Author Note A: Please read the additional Author's Note at the end of this story, it contains explanations and a request for your help, thanks.)

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Kari Webster perched on the corner of her dad's desk and looked at the newspaper in her hand. The ad was plain enough to see, and yet she wished she didn't have to. "Daddy, what were you thinking, putting this in before you even talked to me about it? And why me, why not Andrea, or Michelle, hell, even Lani would be a better test subject than me."

Arthur Webster, noted researcher and college professor frowned. "Watch your language young lady; you know I don't approve of young women using profanity." 

No, he just wanted to use his 18 year old daughter in a study on the sexual mating habits of 21st century male adults. Kari looked back at the ad, and read it out loud. "Wanted males between the age of 21 and 33 for scientific research, must be single, able to spend a minimum of 30 to 90 days in secluded research area, and free of all sexual disease. Will be paid according to length of stay in project and all expenses incurred will be reimbursed. Jeez daddy, you make it sound like you're buying me a boyfriend. Or worse, planning some kind of reality show."

Throwing down the paper, she stood up and walked around the office she had known since she was a little girl. The dark wood paneling, the shelves lined with books, the black leather sofa, and overstuffed chairs, all of it as familiar as the house that surrounded it. This had once been her grandfather's study and before that her great grandfather's. Set up in a secluded part of town overlooking Portland, Oregon and the peaks of Mount Saint Helens and Mount Hood off in the distance, the house had been in the Webster family for over a hundred years plus.

"Why not Andrea, or Michelle, they would gladly do the study, as man hungry as those two are...or better yet wait for Karla to turn 18 in three years."

"Karla is out of the question, she is already becoming too hormonal like your older sisters and as for them... Their sexual habits are already set. I need someone fresh and completely new to the idea of man-woman sexual relations. And who better than you, my own daughter?"

"Well I admit I'm totally clear of any kind of relationship, hell, I'm 18 and the most passionate kiss I've ever experienced was when I played that spin the bottle game with a couple kids from school when I was twelve. Then all that happened was Paulie Brent stuck his tongue in my mouth and I bit him. But let's be honest dad, I'm not the female research type. Yes, I would love to meet the right man and fall in love and find out what makes my sisters the way they are. And lets be realistic while we're at it. Any guy who reads that ad and finds out what the research is for, will be expecting some gorgeous woman with a size five figure and that does not fit me at all."

Her dad looked at her slowly. "No, it doesn't. You are too much a combination of your mother and I, but you are attractive, and you body is well shaped and your features are neither too soft nor too coarse. You were lucky to get your mother's blue eyes and my black hair. The rest only got one or the other, and you have beautiful teeth and a wonderful smile. You're intelligent, you're outspoken, broadminded, and you have a thirst for knowledge of all kinds. You simply lack experience and self-confidence when it comes to the outward appearance." He got up and walked over to where she stood, "and you, little girl, are blessed with a kind heart, a caring soul and a way of looking at life that any man in his right mind would die for."

"You just say that because you're my dad." She shook her head, "Sorry daddy, I love you but I think this is a mistake, odds are your male half of the study is going to take one look at me and go running off into the night..."

"Well, I think you're wrong, one of them is bound to see you the way I see you and your mother sees you and you're going to find what you've been looking for since you were a little girl. A man who will love you just the way you are." He hugged her tight then let her go. "Now run along, I have final exams to grade and your mother wants to take you shopping. You're going to need a whole new wardrobe and while my credit cards will be over limit by the time this is over, I think it will be for a very good cause, my little girl's happiness."

Kari had her doubts, but did as she was told. Her mother was waiting, along with her sisters Lani and Karla. Lani looked as excited as their mother at the prospect of shopping, but Karla was not as enthused. "Why do I have to go if I'm not going to be able to get anything? I really wanted to go swimming, not go shopping for Kari..."

Since Karla was the only one in the family that showed any signs of being tall, slender and a total knock out when she got older, Kari could almost agree. But she also had good taste in clothes and everyone knew it. "I need you help Karla, this is important to daddy and I don't have the slightest idea what kind of clothes to buy or what will look good on me. So how about I make a deal with you, you help me out, and I'll buy you that new CD you want, the one mom and dad won't get you because of the parental warning."

Karla looked at her with suspicions in her eyes, "The unedited version?" 

Kari nodded. "And I won't tell mom about the magazines you have stashed in your closet in that box of stuffed animals you've supposedly been collecting for the last five years."

Her sister was a shrewd bargainer. "Throw in a couple of those romance novels that Andrea won't let me read, a copy of that new movie everyone but me has been able to see, and I'll go along with this...but you have to listen to me, and no being a stick in the mud. You have potential sis, you just need to remember you're 18 not 81. We'll need to do something about your hair and makeup too. Maybe I should call Jasmine; she's the expert in those departments."

Kari sighed, but handed Karla her cell phone. "Have her meet us at the mall...but no Goth, I like vampire movies, but I don't want to look like one."

Karla shook her head, "No, no Goth, you're too golden skinned for that." She called her friend Jasmine and when they reached the mall, the little brunette was waiting. 

Jasmine looked at Reni critically and nodded. "First things first, the hair, it's gorgeous but too heavy, you need something light and free flowing. Hey Mrs. W, why don't you and Lani go grab a soda and we'll meet you in the food court in an hour or so, mom is working so I know we can get you right in at the salon. Let me see your nails Reni..."

Without waiting the younger girl grabbed her hands and nodded. "Good, good, no need for much work there, nice length, good strength, but that pink is so outdated. Well, mom will know the right colors for you. And I agree, no Goth, you aren't pale enough for it. And we want to highlight those eyes of yours...come on, lets get busy...haven't got all day."

It was more like two hours later when they reached the food court and Kari had to admit that Jasmine's mother had done a great job on her hair, still long and free flowing, but thinned out and easier to manage. Her eyes were brighter and visible now with the makeup and Mrs. Roberts had given her advice on how to use all kinds of skin and hair products. She had also suggested piercing her ears a second time and when it was done her new earrings were bright blue stones set in sterling silver.

"You want subtle Kari, not over bearing; I wish I could make your sisters understand that. And I think it's wonderful that your parents have finally realized that you need to look and act like an 18 year old. I can't remember a time that I haven't thought you needed to stop looking like you were twice your age, and I don't mean that in a good way." She sighed. "Not to hurt your feelings dear, but you can be big and still be attractive and even sexy. Just look at Jasmine's sister LeeAnne, she's bigger than you and the phone is constantly ringing off the wall with men calling to ask her out, or one of her friends wanting to go this place or that."

Kari knew LeeAnne Roberts and her mother was right, the woman was huge compared to Reni and she was always dressed in the greatest clothes and was never without a man who looked just as good with her. But LeeAnne also had a great way of being herself and not being afraid of looking like a fool around other people. That was a lot of Kari's problem and she knew it. She was the daughter of a college professor and her mother was a top notch lawyer, her older sisters all had great jobs, college degrees and she had never felt she could equal any of them. She just felt awkward and out of place.

True to her word on the way to the food court, she bought the CD and movie her sister wanted, as well as two of the romance novels of the kind Andrea liked. While she looked for them, she had checked out one that caught her eye, it showed a guy wearing only his jeans and she had to admit he looked good. Tall, slender, but well built and muscular, his long cinnamon colored hair falling past his shoulders and bright green eyes peeking out over the top of sunglasses. The title was interesting as well. "Bad Boy Goes Wild..." Without thinking, she added it to the pile of things for her sister and decided she might as well go all the way.

Karla was quick to notice it and let out a low whistle at the man on the cover. "Talk about a Hottie, that's the kind of man I hope I meet when I hit 18. Thanks sis..."

Kari shook her head. "Sorry kid, this one is for me. I guess I should start doing some research of my own since dad is so determined to have me do this."

Jasmine looked at her curiously, "Kari, if your dad's research involves a man like that, how do I sign up?" Despite her trying to look older and worldlier, she giggled. "Mom would have a fit if some guy looking like that showed up at our front door. Even if he was there to see LeeAnne, that is your all around, all American bad boy."

"Yeah, he is, isn't he?" She took the bag from a guy who resembled the all American geek and they moved on to the food court and her mother and sister.

Karla might know the clothes and shoes, but Jasmine knew the shops. By the time they left the mall, everyone was loaded down with bags and boxes and true to her dad's words at least three of his credit cards were maxed out. They hadn't been content with the outside; both her kid sister and her friend had started on the inside and worked their way out. From underwear in a variety of colors and all of them in the popular thong design, to bras that were just as skimpy but showed off her well shaped breasts to their best advantage under the assorted tops her sister picked out.

She didn't mind the skirts, or dresses they chose, or the soft jersey shirts and shorts, but the jeans were low cut and as she looked at her reflection in doubt at the way they hugged her hips and legs. Reni had worked for years to get her tummy to be more flat and stylish, but had failed, and she hated showing it off. Still, the back view wasn't as bad, she had seen a lot of women with asses bigger than hers. Even the sales lady had agreed that she looked good in them, and while she was sure the older woman would have said that even if it wasn't true, it felt good to hear.

The variety of shoes that she had purchased would cover all sorts of things, a pair of boots, running shoes, dress shoes that had a short stiletto thing going on, and two pairs of sandals, one that were just flat, while the others had long ties that went up around her calves. No, she had to admit that Karla knew her stuff and it had been worth the wrath of her parents if they found out she had bought the forbidden items in exchange for her advice.

All in all it had been a good way to spend a nice June day and she had actually enjoyed herself while she was at it.

Two thousand miles away from Portland, in the sleepy little town of Vera in Eastern Texas, a young man scanned the help wanted on Craigslist and stopped as a job caught his eye. "Hey, Levi, come take a look at this job. How about we both become research subjects for a while. Its solid pay for at least a month, if not longer and it sounds like something we could both handle...."

His brother Levi Harper came and stood looking down over his brother's shoulder. "Can't be real, you know you got to be careful looking at that website." He took a drink of his coffee and sighed. "Still, if it is real and we could get some cash out of it..." His bank account was reaching the end if its run and his jobs as a male model were long gone since his car accident two years ago. He still got checks now and then when some publisher decided to use one of his shots for a book cover, but they were getting fewer and farther between. "What the hell, give it a shot, all they can do is tell us no."

Christopher grinned. "You got it big brother. Now about this questionnaire and you need to pick out a photo to send along with it. Then all we need to do is email it to the address and we're done..."

The same scene was being played out in other towns across the US and even a few from across both the Pacific and Atlantic oceans. In London an out of work house painter typed in all the responses to the questions and then pushed send, and in Dublin, so did an underpaid bartender. A musician in Spain and a construction worker in the Middle East who was tired of having to work and fear for his life at the same time. None of them thought to ask what the research was for, only the idea of being paid and for some returning home to family and friends were of serious consideration.

Overnight the email addresses that Professor Webster had set up were soon filled to capacity with questionnaires and photographs of men willing to be test subjects.

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(Author Note:

Short chapter, I know, but hey you can't have everything. This is a teaser, basically I need your opinions if I should continue the story or stop here and now. So post your comments, put in your votes and tell me if you think this is worth pursuing or am I just wishful thinking. You've always come through for me before and I really need to know it this time.

Also:--> DISCLAIMER HERE: I DO NOT advocate the use of CRAIGSLIST for anything like the above story suggests. It was a good thing when it started and even now it has it's legitimate uses, but like all good things it has been abused and misused by the wrong people.

Peace

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