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Subject: {ASSM} Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for January 20, 2003
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Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for Monday January 20, 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: glower
http://dictionary.reference.com/wordoftheday/archive/2003/01/20.html
M-W.com's word of the day: mahatma 
http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/mwwodarch.pl?Jan.20

"...'Your face is going to freeze like that some day.  And then what
will you do, eh?'  Hardly the words of a sagacious elder, but still it
stopped her girls from making faces in the two way mirrors she'd
installed for safety reasons.  The hidden passageway ran the length of
the corridor, and was thickly carpeted to muffle footfalls as she
passed.  She smiled at the glower her comment had raised in the girl
in the room.  The girl broke into a smile, and then laughed.  "Madame,
when you do that, I always am startled.  What if I had a gentleman
visitor?  Would you chide me for making faces as he rode me?"

Again the Madame pressed the small button and spoke into the grill.
"If you had a gentleman caller, Colette, you would be allowed to make
as many faces as you wished.  Provided the gentleman caller didn't
object.  Now hurry up, it's almost opening time!"

Colette grinned, and wrapped her slender form in a brilliant red robe
that left little the imagination.  It did nothing to warm her, but
then Madame  Elizabeth kept the brothel warm.  "I do not countenance
miserly housekeeping.  Keep it warm, clean, and well lit", she had
admonished her house staff.  Her girls fared well under her care.
They were fed well, their health was cared for, and they could take
lessons in various skills if they chose.  

Colette opened the door and descended the stairs to the parlor, and
took her accustomed seat on the lounge.  "Places, girls!"
She knew that she was lucky.  Other whores in this city languished
under cruel pimps, and heartless madams.  Her sisters in the trade
arrived in ones and twos, their lilting voices  melodic.
Occasionally, a giggle or titter chimed.  Laughter was encouraged at
Madam Elizabeth's House of Negotiable Affections.  The piano player
took her seat, and soon music filled the room.  The doors were opened,
and almost immediately Colette had her first "caller" of the evening.
They ascended the stairs, and once in the room, she asked him his
pleasure.   He stammered, blushing.  'I-I-I...want your, your, your,
mou-mou-mouth".  He seemed unable to articulate it fully, and she
smiled gently at his stutter.  She named her price for the act, and he
nodded.  Behind her, she heard a small noise, and knew that Madame
Elizabeth was checking.  She gave a surreptitious  thumbs-up behind
her back.  

She knelt before the man, dropping her red robe to expose her body.
Carefully she unzipped his pants, holding her mouth in that partial
pout that seemed to attract her customers.  She carefully chose the
most brilliant reds for lip color to accentuate their fullness.  After
all, it had worked for the whores of Pompeii, hadn't it?  He sprang
free, semi-erect.  She took him in her mouth, and he grew under the
caresses of her tongue.  

It didn't take long to complete the service, and so she made a point
of offering more for good measure.  He declined, and left the premises
after paying her the agreed fee.  "Colette?  That was well done.  Good
business to offer a bit more when he spent so soon."

Colette jumped, and turned.  Madame had witnessed it all?  She felt a
frisson of arousal.  Suppressing it, she smiled and walked to the
mirror, and placed a kiss on the smooth surface, leaving a brilliant
mark.  She heard laughter.  Colette knew that Madame cared for her
girls' safety, but never indulged in their charms herself.  For her
insistence on good measure given and for her treatment of her staff,
she was called "Madame Mahatma" by her clients and employees.  She
truly was a great soul.

Hammon Wry
(do you know how tempting it was to write something based on the
legend that Mahatma Gandhi used to sleep nude with virgins to test his
chastity?)

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