Sex Lies and Videotape..

Only logical after the last post......No malice, no love, no contempt...only pure and unrefined socialism.....err err sex shall I say....


Here goes my attempt........ATLAS SHRUGGGED

The brilliance of the lights conned the passengers into believing that they were in the sex temple of Amsterdam. There stood the monument of Hank Rearden’s avarice, the brothel that he had built over the last ten years. Inside the brothel he stood impassive, looking at the sluts with immense pride. His pubic hair had always been grey, they made him look old when he was twenty and young when he was forty-five but to the sluts it made no difference. They waved at him with a smile, hiding the years of oppression and guilt for having been part of this.

Hank attained an erection every time he saw the orgasmic sight of his white liquid splash around his brothel. He leaned back closing his eyes, trembled and thought that the job was done. The slut who had earlier waved at him, smiled as if to affirm that she was Hank’s partner in crime in this act of oral stimulation. The world had given him little chance when he had claimed that one day this liquid would solidify to form a material harder than steel.

As he walked out of his monument of lust, Hank turned around and saw the Neon lighted board that read Rearden Steel. He had accomplished what no one else could but failed to see the darkness behind the lights, the darkness that stood testimony to the false promises he once made to his workers and to his wife whom he had deserted for his mistress, his zest for being great.

Screwing off.....

PS: Mailing is no longer safe.......a mode of communication only as reliable as the person to whom you send it across.