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Subject: {ASSM} Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for January 3, 2003
Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2003 23:10:04 -0400
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Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for Friday January 3, 2003

Note: Due to copyright laws, I am hesitant to include the definitions
and pronunciations of the words of the day.  I have provided the
websites for each so that you can look up the words for yourself.  

This is an exercise in writing discipline.  I am trying to get into
the habit of writing something every day.  I figure if I use the words
of the day from two sources in a sexual context, I will have
inspiration and motivation.  

And now, on to Hammon Wry's Words of the Day!
(C) E. Howe   2003
All rights reserved

Dictionary.com's word of the day: rebarbative 
http://dictionary.reference.com/wordoftheday/archive/2003/01/03.html

"...He walked up to the woman standing by the bar, and slapped her
shapely ass.  She lurched forward, and her drink sloshed onto the
floor, and over her shoes.  'Hija, babe.  Gimme a blow job in the back
room?'

She looked down at the alcohol eating into the polish of her boots,
and then turned to him, her eyes dangerously narrowed.  
'Listen to me, you rebarbative cretin:  you have 15 seconds to lick
off my boots before I lay you out and use your scurvy hide for
cicatrix practice.'

He smirked. 'Oh, yeah, bitch?  You and what army, huh?  To hell with
the back room.  Suck me here, cunt!'  And with that, he made a lunge
for her wrist. 

In a heartbeat, she snaked out a foot, and with a heave worthy of any
goal kick, toppled him backwards.  He dusted the floor with the length
of his body.

When he was able to open his eyes, he saw the point of a blade
glinting as it rested on his cheek, just below his eyelashes.  

'I did warn you.  You are down to 10 seconds to clean off my boots.  I
suggest you make good use of the time.'

She withdrew the blade, and he rolled over, and applied himself with
vigor to the task before him."

Hammon Wry

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