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                      codes [m/F, mother, preg, nc, kink]


             DEAR MOMMY LOVER'S MAGAZINE II: The Biology Experiment
                               by Leta and mkarl


Dear Mommy Lover's Magazine,

I can't believe I am writing this letter to you, but than again, who else could
I write it too?  I found several copies of your magazine in my son Scott's room
this past week.  Scott is only twelve-years-old, so needless to say, I was not
the happiest mother in the world as I opened up the first page and saw that the
entire magazine was dedicated to story after story of boys taking their very
own mothers in sexual conquest.

I suppose that no mother ever thinks that her own child will grow up to where
he is no longer her "baby."  The sudden realization that Scott had read these
magazines of yours... that he had likely lain in his own bed late and night and
actually... masturbated his cock to these stories... well, it brought a very
real flush to my face.

I remember that my first thought was pretty much that I needed to sit down. It
was just around 11 am in the morning so Scott was off at school and my husband
was away at work.  Neither of them would be home for hours so I was pretty much
on my own as far as dealing with my new "discovery."

I'm pretty sure that my first emotions were a real mess of contradictions.
Maybe there were some feelings of disappointment and even outright moral
indignation that my "baby" would have these "dirty" magazines.  Of course,
there was a bit of a curiosity factor too in how could such a young child get a
hold of such filth and... curiosity for the magazines themselves.  The other
overwhelming reaction/emotion that impacted itself upon me in those early
moments was one of wickedness.  I know that "wickedness" isn't really an
emotion, but how else can I explain the lightheadedness that spun my world
around and the queasiness of my stomach as I leafed through several pages of
each magazine to see just what it was that my son was "into."

WOW... wow, was all I could say.  I said it again and again as I read accounts
from every point of view on the topic.  Children who gleefully boasted of
physically beating their own mothers into submission before raping them into
sex-slavery.  Daughters jealous to the point where they arrange the own
abductions and/or seductions of their "competition." Fathers and husbands who
stood ideally by while their wives were disrespected so... or even orchestrate
the very deeds of having their children behaving so badly.  I even read the
stories of the mothers themselves, and while some spoke of the humiliation and
heartbreak of suffering such ultimate betrayal, still others actually wrote
words of acceptance and even celebration.

I remember telling myself that the stories in your magazine I was reading were
all fictional.  That you obviously had to fabricate them.  I remember telling
myself that I was going to write you a very nasty note to your editorial page
and I even thought to myself that this was the type of cause that a responsible
"good" woman and mother like myself should activate herself on and see if their
could be a difference that might be made getting this trash out of the hands of
our innocents.

Maybe that was why I kept reading... I mean for the research.  After all a girl
has to know the enemy she is going to fight... doesn't she?

GOD, I really don't want to reveal all this but... I guess I really need to be
totally honest with this confession if there is to be any value at all to me in
coming to terms with all that has happened. I want to believe that I was only
disgusted and repulsed by the stories of mother-rape as I first read them but
the truth was that I... touched myself, as I continue to "research" the
stories.

I want to insist that it must have been my own pregnancy that had me feeling so
horny.  My husband, Michael was in an accident a few years ago and had not been
a regular presence in my bed since.  In fact, getting pregnant from him had
been as absolute miracle [or so we had thought.]  Even given the successful
impregnating of me, it was still a very rare occasion that "even" Viagra could
"help" Michael "out," so it was that same rare occasion that Michael could do
anything to "help" me out.

I guess maybe I was raised fairly strict by today's standards but I always
thought it wasn't proper or ladylike to touch oneself in such a manner.  I may
be the only thirty-year-old woman I know that doesn't have a twelve inch hunk
of plastic in the dresser drawl of my night stand, or at least a
multiple-setting massage head on the family shower, Sometimes though a girl
just has to do what a girl has to do.  Anyhow, it did make me feel very guilty
that there I sat on my own twelve-year-old child's bed with my panties around
my knees getting more and more flustered with every magazine that I
"researched.," until it all blew totally over the top when I got to the
"JOURNAL!!!"

I had no idea what secrets the simple school notebook might contain as I saw it
under the July copy of your magazine from last year.  The truth was that the
cover picture of that July magazine looked somewhat captivating to my first
glimpse with the cover blurbs that "it" was an "All-Pregnancy" issue.  The idea
of a boy impregnating his own mother was absolutely sickening to me the first
story I had read, but after seeing that it was such a common theme throughout
all your magazine letters, and that there had been hundreds if not thousands,
or even tens-of-thousands of unfortunate mothers who had been forcibly bred to
turn their own selves into "grand"-mothers... well, I am ashamed to confess
that I was actually kind of "hot" to read an entire magazine devoted to the
topic.  The thing was, "that" simple, blue. school-notebook with the label
"BIOLOGY EXPERIMENT" on the cover, compelled my attention first.

Page one started to tell the story in my son's own shaky handwriting...

Journal entry one:  The experiment will begin today.  I am so horny I can't
believe it.  If this doesn't work than mom and dad will kill me but she is just
so fucking hot that I have to risk it.  I mean when I see her and dad it is
just so lame cause she deserves better.  I just know what a great fuck she is
going to be.  I wished that I didn't need to drug her but it will be better
cause she will never know that she is getting fucked by me this way.  It is now
2 PM.  The funny thing is that I would be in science class right now if I
wasn't getting ready for mom. Something tells me that this little biology
lesson that we are going to do here today is going to be way more fun.

I couldn't believe what I was reading even as I audibly voiced each word. I had
to read and reread each sentence again and again, but than I had to leap my
eyes forward to see what was written next.  The date of the entry was in early
October which WAS THE SAME TIME I HAD CONCEIVED.  It was impossible... it had
to be impossible!!!

Even as my brain screamed and desperately sought someway to deny the developing
reality, my eyes continued to scan the page where my son set up the methodology
of his incestuous experiment in mother-conquest.

Everything is in order and all that is needed now is for mom to get home.  My
alibi is airtight as John has sworn to cover that I am at his house all night
even if suspicion ever would come to me.  All that he asked is to see a copy of
the video. Actually the perv wanted a copy but there is no way I trust him not
to loose it.  Luckily with the hiding spot up over the toilet here, I won't
ever have to worry about either mom or dad ever seeing any of the videos that I
am going to make with her once she is hypnotized into becoming my total sex
slave.

My heart was truly in my mouth as the words registered.  The only question was
"what words were the ones to focus on first?"

Scott had slept over at John's one night back in October, or at least he had
gotten his permission from me... I remembered that part well.  I couldn't
believe that my own precious angle had been so deceitful to me though in making
such a big production out of getting permission when he hadn't ever been at
John's sleeping-over at all... or, as I was finding our, he hadn't exactly
gotten any "sleep" that night either.

The part about the videos... what the hell was that about?

I had the journal in my hand as I entered the bathroom.  I stood on the toilet
to push at the ceiling tile and it lifted easily enough to suggest that it had
been moved before... and often.  I couldn't even tell how many videos were up
there.  Everyone of them seemed to have a label on it. "Mom Takes It Doggy,"
"Mom's First Gang Bang, "Mom Turns Her First Trick," and "Mom Goes Black" were
the first few titles I could remember.

My shock was so overwhelming... I grabbed two videos to take with me out to the
family room.  The first was entitled "Mom's Breeding."  The second video was
labeled "Various Scenes: Our Wedding, Mom's Toilet Adventures, and The Results
Are In."

I remember looking at my watch and seeing that it had just past noon. Scott
would be getting home in just over three hours.

Even as I got to the video machine and turned it and the television on, I still
couldn't believe that the tape would actually be real.  I mean how could it be
true without me remembering or knowing anything about it... even if it was true
than it had to be those "date-rape" drugs I had heard about on the news...

How could my own son drug and rape his mother though?

I almost pressed play right there, but I froze.  It was so surreal.  It was
like I had equal, yet opposite fears.  If "this" was all real, what would I
do... what could I do?  What if it wasn't real?

I didn't want it to be real... did I?

Suddenly I was very self-conscious about my panties still laying on the floor
of my son's bedroom where I had kicked them off earlier reading his dirty
magazines.  I remember the shock as it all piled back on me.  I was totally
ashamed sitting there in front of the family television with a tape, that for
all intents and purposes, possibly contained footage of my own debasement and
violation at the hands [or should I say cock?] of my twelve year old son.  What
could I be thinking about wanting to watch it without panties on?

Maybe I am so silly now to focus on such a detail.  I mean GOD, the situation I
am in and I was worried about the simple impropriety of watching the video, of
my own son forcibly breeding me, while not wearing any panties?  It all leads
to an even bigger question as to what the hell I am doing even revealing all
this... doesn't it?

OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD... OHMYGOD, it is just all so fucking insane!!!

I did go get my panties though.  I looked at the two videos on the coffee
table.  They could have been used to tape a Saturday morning cartoon or
wrestling program  for my child just so few months ago... now they seeming had
been used to permanently capture my kid's "special" wrestling match with mommy.

I couldn't watch it yet... I decided to turn the page and read more of what my
son had written in his "Biology Lesson" journal first.

Journal entry two:   I did it.  I fucked her and she loved it.  I need to write
everything down so that everyone will know how easy it is and they can fuck
their mothers too.  I hope so much that I knocked her up.  She told me that dad
can't even get it up so she didn't need to be on the pill.  I think she really
meant it too when she was begging me to knock her up.  It was even better to
hear her say it than I ever dreamed it would be.  I came so much in her cunt
that I am sure she will be pregnant even if her best day would have been last
week.  Fuck dad for not starting night shift in time.  Oh well, now that the
drugs and hypnotism have worked, even if I miss mom this month, I will just
knock her up next month and than every nine months from here on in.

Maybe I should have had tears in my eyes as I read the words.  They had more
than a little hostility in them to be discussing my impregnation in such a
cavalier manner.  I guess no mother could read such writing without questioning
herself somewhat.  I remember part of me wondering what I had done to deserve
this... as if I was trying to ask myself to validate whether I had actually
been a good mother or not.

Even with my brief exposure to your magazine and seeing how common it is that
most boys want their mothers in this way, it still was hard to accept that my
own son had done this to me.  I couldn't help but take just the briefest
instant to look at the bulge of my belly and wonder to myself if this next
child would do the same to me as my first... after all it was going to be "like
father, like son?!?"

I had to see the tape.  No matter what it showed, I had to know.

My hands shook so much I dropped it twice as I tried to stick it into the
machine.  I think I had forgotten to breath for a bit or maybe it was just the
shock of the opening imagery but in either case as the television focused to
full color there I was laying sitting of the couch of our family room here as
my son spoke to me from the camera which he seemed to be positioning on a mount
to frame the action zone.

"Okay mom, I think I got this stupid thing working now.  I can't fucking
believe that I even messed up with recording your enslavement but I guess we
can playact it later.  Now that I got you under my control though we are going
to make this tape hot so why don't you start to unbutton that shirt and I can
get a nice close up of those sexy tits of yours.  I used to milk you when I was
little didn't I?  Answer me you bitch."

"Yes master, I breast fed you."

"No bitch, make it sexy... whenever I ask you to say anything, I want you to
talk like a little slut.  I want you to tell me what a slut you are and how
much you love being my sex slave.  I want you to tell me first what a slut you
were when you used to let me milk your sexy tits and how fucking horny it made
you."

"No Master, you were my baby.  I never got horny fo..."

"Say that you did bitch.  Tell me that you got fucking horny and that you did
bad things with me.  Tell me it good, bitch."

"Yes Master, I got..."

"Wait, on second thought, just call me Scott, or Scotty, or honey, or whatever
else you would normally say bitch... master is starting to sound stupid to me.
I think I might call you bitch-mommy though.  You will have to obey everything
I command you to when I call you bitch-mommy just like you have to obey me when
I call you bitch, do you understand, bitch?"

"Yes Scott."

"Good, than tell me what a horny little slut you were when I milked you when I
was just little, bitch-mommy."

"I did get so horny when you used to milk me.  I was such a slut that I used to
undo my bra and than nuzzle you close and let you bite and suck on my..."

I had to hit the rewind.  I couldn't believe that it was me.  I had absolutely
no memory at all of what I was watching... or did I?  Maybe it was a dream... I
mean, I thought maybe I had dreamt that these things had happened to me... in
dreams.

I watched the opening sequence again and listened as my son again cursed that
my capture had been missed.  I suppose that the machine had malfunctioned or he
just hadn't used it right.  The truth was, that I wished at that moment that
the scene had been captured so I could see just what the hell my son had done
get me in this way.  In the video I looked so alert and lucid.  The mention of
hypnotism and drugs in his beginning journal entries had seemed to answer the
obvious but I had always heard that no one could be made to do anything under
hypnotism that they didn't want to do in real life... surely I didn't want to
spend close to five minuets going on and on about how much I got horny when
little Scotty had mauled my tits as a baby, and how I got so hot that I had
wanted to take off his diapers and pleasure his pee-pee as a special thank you
to him???  IT WASN'T EVEN REMOTELY TRUE as nursing had been a rewarding
experience but it had NEVER-EVER been sexual to me.

The video sure made it look like I "had" been into it though.  As I voiced the
words my son had commanded of me, I also worked every button of my work tunic
open.  I had been at the Drug Store working that day before returning home to
unsuspectingly fall into my child's little sex-slave trap.  Under my tunic, I
had a simple white blouse on over my respectably support bra.  At my son's
demands, nothing stayed on as I obediently striped my clothing [along with my
total dignity] while voicing the obscenities at how I had always been "wanting"
this from the time Scott had still been an infant.

When I finally sat in front of the camera topless for my son to zoom in for his
close-ups of my breasts, it was his turn to speak to me again.

"You have such great tits mom.  You should always walk around and show them
off.  In fact maybe that's just what we will do.  Whenever dad isn't home, and
it's just you and me than you will always take off your top and bra and show me
your tits, do you understand bitch-mommy?"

"Yes,"  I heard myself mumble the reply.  My words seemed to indicate mind
control against me, but you would never know it from the way I just sat in
front of the camera gently tweaking my nipples as I allowed my son to videotape
me topless.  It was like I was looking at a totally different woman.  I wanted
to scream into the television for her to stop being so improper and get control
of the situation before things would go so horribly "too-far," but again,
seeing my bulging belly out of the bottom of my eyes even as I focused on the
image of me sitting there seven and one-half months prior was proof enough that
things hadn't been stopped before they had gone too-far... way, way too-far.

I couldn't wait.  I had to see just if it was as true as I knew it to be. I hit
the fast forward search and speed scanned as my son seemed to stay with the
camera while periodically getting onto the couch with me for kissing and
fondling.  I slowed it down just briefly through these "foreplay" scenes but
watching my son squeezing and suckling on my tits again, or kissing me in ways
that a boy isn't suppose to kiss his own mother was too much to watch.  Isn't
it funny that it was the improper warping of traditional mother/son activities
that proved unwatchable to me while the outright outrage of incestual intimacy
was actually drawing my curiosity.

It really is so hard to admit this even to myself, but I wanted to see with my
own eyes what I had done with my son.

About twenty four minuets into the tape, I was down to just my panties.  I
guess Scott has a fetish over panties or something.  I had pulled them down to
allow him to video me a bit while I used a cucumber that my child had produced
from the refrigerator for me.  Everything had mostly been fun and games [so to
speak] up to this point in the video and it actually showed a remarkable amount
of control and self-discipline on behalf of Scott as his hard-on definitely
looked like it was ready to go off at any second when he got into the shots
with me.  Still, he seemed to have a definite agenda he wanted to fulfill with
this video and so it was that we reached the point where my little boy decided
he was going to get me to suck his cock.

I was still watching the "action" unfold in fast-forward scan as my television
self got off the couch and dropped to her knees up their on the screen.  By the
time I realized that the camera was being refocused and had a chance to release
the scan button to take a better look at what I had done, my son was taking a
hold of my hair up on the television screen and was pulling me to him with what
looked to be a very firm and painful looking use of forceful encouragement.
Sucking cock was something I never did and even though the idea had always been
utterly taboo in my relationship with Michael, I now was going to have to see
just what it was all about... with my own son.

I hit the rewind back and then waited to see just sat there is stunned
disbelief [if anything was still dis-believable to me at that point] as my
precious baby began the entire process of forcing his own mother to become his
personal cocksucking slut.

My son was totally at ease as he began the moment. "Do you know what we are
going to do next, mommy-cunt?"

It seemed as if my son had programmed another "command term" for me to obey.

"You're going to fuck me, baby?"  God I sounded like such a wicked slut.

"Yes mommy, you know I am going to fuck that wet cunt of yours, but not just
yet... first you need to clean my dirty cock so I can put it in your pretty,
little mommy-pussy.  Do you understand, mommy-cunt?"

"I'll go get a washcloth baby and clean your dirty cock for you so you can fuck
this little mommy-slut's cunt and knock her up now."

"No mommy-bitch, you are going to clean my dirty cock with your mouth."

"W-what, no baby, please... that is too dirty..."

"I wasn't asking you mommy-cunt.  Get down on your knees now bitch and you will
suck my cock like a total whore until I cum in your mouth and you have to
swallow it.  Do you understand, mommy-cunt?"

"Yes master."

Even with the mind controlling hypnotism and drugs my son had somehow used on
me, it was still obvious that my lifelong apprehension to cocksucking was at
play from the look on my face.  Scott didn't really seem to have any regard to
me other than just getting his thrill from having his own mother on her knees
about to be forced into sexually servicing his incestuous desires... and then
he had me by the hair and my lips parted and there I was up on the video screen
of the family television with all six inches of my son's cock deep in my wet,
willing mouth.

I was actually giving my own 12-year-old son a blowjob... or he was fucking me
in the mouth.

I had sucked cock exactly three times in my life... I think.  Once I was way
too young and I'm not even sure that Mr. Davis actually did molest me that way.
I mean I seem to remember it but a child's memories are probably not always
true.  The second time I sucked cock was with Derrick.  He was so cool and when
I thought he would be my boyfriend, I had "swallowed my medicine" so to speak.
The only other time I had sucked cock was with that repairman that day.  It had
been so long after my husband's accident and before Viagra... maybe that was
why I was now being punished with what my son was doing to me... maybe I did
deserve it all, after-all?

Maybe not though... all I know is that the three times I had sucked cock
before, I had managed to escape without taking a facial but my son wasn't going
to allow that streak to continue.

Even with my limited past experience, maybe I wasn't that good a cock-sucker
for my son.  I mean, I know I wasn't any deep-throat type artist.  I did look
fairly enthusiastic up on the video screen as I knelt there at the feet of my
child and  kissed, and licked, and bobbed my head up-and-down the shaft of
Scott's prick.  I didn't choke or gag much as my child's cock wasn't overly
long or thick and actually looked as if it slid in ball-deep without much
difficulty at all for me.  Scott did seem to like it a little rough though and
yanked back on my hair enough to cause me to wince in pain repeatedly as he
fucked me in my mouth.  He called me bitch, and whore, and made me repeat his
words that I was a filthy, little, cocksucking mommy and that I wanted him to
sperm all over my cute, pretty mommy-face.

In the end, the meter-bar on the VCR indicated that the blowjob only lasted for
just over seven minuets before my son's amazing self-control was overcome with
lust and he started to blast his load.  With the way my eyes flutter as he
triumphantly exclaimed that he was "cumming bitch, swallow," it was pretty
obvious that the first splurt went down my throat into my belly.  Scott must
have watched himself a porno-video before though... you know the ones where the
girls always get degraded with that "money-shot," cause he wasn't content to
just feed me his slimy-wet load down my gullet.

Even as my son had just finished mouthing the words for me to swallow his load,
he was pulling his spurting cock from between my lips to finish the rest on my
face.  The audio recorder captured his giggle as he gleefully chatted,
"Excellent, mom, keep you eyes open bitch cause I get extra points when I get
it there."

Scott actually tried to aim but I guess it was lucky for me that first facial,
that a boy's cumming cock isn't all that aimable.  I took one squirt up along
my nose which didn't make it into my eyes... a second one power-shot up over my
eyes and mostly ended up on my forehead and in my hair.  A third splurt didn't
have the power and just spatted down back onto my cheek... it was only his last
little bit where he pretty much had his cock just a fraction away that he
coated his target.

The little bastard knew that it would smart too...

Again, my motherly instincts spun out of whack as I watched my son purposely do
that to me.  Obviously what my child had done was sick and perverse.  Even if
some of it could be attributed to a sense of somewhat understandable lustful
love, things like getting his cum in my eyes could only be considered overtly
hostile.  I felt so sad even as I was still suffering the emotional heat at all
this shocking perversity that was assaulting my senses and sensibilities.

It was pretty obvious that my son must have fucked me and came in my cunt at
that point, but I needed to see it for myself.  I hit the fast scan again until
my child and I had moved up to my own bedroom up on the television screen.  The
brat had filmed me from behind as I led him to the forbidden master bedroom
while focusing the camera on my ass for the walk up the stairway. I think the
fact that we even went to my marital bed with Scott's father made what we did
next extra sacrilegious to me, but than it would have been an abomination to
the laws of nature and society convention no matter where my son had chosen to
be the setting of our first fuck.

What can I say about watching myself fuck with my own child.  Would it be
relevant to touch on the horror that my reactions in bed that day, looked
totally like a woman getting the fuck of her life?  Even allowing myself the
excuse of the mind control it was just so incredibly shameful how I begged my
son again and again, to knock me up.  My son ordered me to cum on his cock so
that we could mix our biological seed together to grow a baby in my belly.  I
have no idea if a girl can really be mind controlled into cumming but the truth
was I had never-ever orgasm with Michael, and yet I counted nearly a half-dozen
mind-shattering climaxes while my son bred me.

Scott was pretty amazing too as he got it up and off three more times in
addition to the load he had shot all over my face back in the family room. I
guess what they say about kids being at their peek sexuality is true even if I
always thought it didn't start until they were like eighteen or whatever.

When Scott was finally done fucking me and the tape had pretty much reached the
end, he finished things up that first day by telling me to just stay in bed and
hold myself up so the cum wouldn't run out and I could make sure it impregnated
me.  He told me he was going to go watch the hockey game but I was to stay in
bed and tell the camera how I was such a lucky mother to have a wonderful son
and how I was so glad to be his sex-slave for the rest of my life.  Scott told
me to tell the camera every dirty thing I could imagine that he would do to me
and what things would make me the most ashamed so he would know the best ways
to humiliate me.  As the tape finished up there I laid telling about my darkest
secrets.  With all those other tapes in the bathroom I knew that I had done it
all.

I looked at the label on the second tape again.  Having just told my son my
fantasy of having my "legal" marriage to his father forcibly broken, it was
clear what the footage of "Our Wedding" would be.  It was just as clear that
"Mom's Toilet Adventure" was going to be as messy as it was disgusting.  As for
"The Results Are In..." well, that was something that had originally captured
my attention.  I imagined from looking at the title that he would be videoing
me as I took the test and than waited to see if the "rabbit died."  I could
just imagine the little brat giggling as he got his proof that he had knocked
mommy up in his little biology experiment.

Well, it was almost 2:30 PM and with my son due home in just over an hour, I
figured I didn't really have time to see what was on that other video yet. I
really needed to figure out just what I was going to do to take back control of
this situation.  I was just about to go call my husband at work when the front
door opened and their stood Scott and three of his friends.

"So you found the tapes huh, mommy?  It doesn't really matter does it, you
bitch.  Why don't you just start stripping cause the boys here have a special
plan for you today, mommy-cunt."

"Yes master," was all I could say.

[To Be Continued?]

A word from mkarl:

hmm... obviously this story could definitely survive some additional chapters
being added, although I probably will remove the last three or four sentences
from the story and go back to exploring more of the past tapes before getting
back to where it all gets out in the open and mom is horrifically forced to
realize that she has no ability at all to disobey her son's will when it come
to being his total sex slave.  I know their is no real way in the world to
establish this level of mind control but wouldn't it be something if there was?

Anyhow, a pattern is developing in my work where I am taking far longer than I
had originally hoped to get to planned part two's to many of my stories.  All I
can do is beg the readers indulgence as I really do write strictly from
inspiration and so I need to deal with each story at its own pace.  I will
complete each and every story even if it does take a while.

I am enjoying finding other writers with creative abilities to collaborate on
my projects with. Hopefully, these new inputs will be rewarding to the reader
by presenting new voices of interpretation into my basic themes. Also, it is my
hope that by bringing other more "disciplined" writers into the mix, that maybe
they can be the ones to attempt to finish my stories.  I guess what I am trying
to say is that anyone who wishes to ever borrow any of my themes, ideas,
characters, or other intellectual properties is more than welcome.

mkarl can be written at mkarl2000@hotmail.com if you have any questions,
comments, concerns, or just want to say hello.  Please try to include the story
title you are responding to and possibly the site you saw it posted at so that
I can make my response meaningful.  I commit myself to replying to everyone
that writes and will do whatever I can to be helpful including mailing out the
urls to all the great sites that I use to post too.

Leta can be written at willingwhiteslave@hotmail.com but it is starting to seem
like she may take a week or more to find the time to answer anyone that writes
her.

until next time, Monday, May 22, 2000

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