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Subject: {ASSM} Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for January 19, 2003
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Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for Sunday January 19, 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: inveterate
http://dictionary.reference.com/wordoftheday/archive/2003/01/19.html
M-W.com's word of the day: Laodicean 
http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/mwwodarch.pl?Jan.19

Rev. 3:14-16:
"14": And unto the angel of the church of the Laodiceans write; These
things saith the Amen, the faithful and true witness, the beginning of
the creation of God; "15": I know thy works, that thou art neither
cold nor hot: I would thou wert cold or hot. "16": So then because
thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of
my mouth. 
King James translation 1611.  

"...She turned this way and that, trying to capture her form from all
sides in the trio of mirrors.  The dress hugged curves, clinging here
and flowing free there to accentuate her figure, enhancing it.  Her
face showed her delight, and she decided then and there to buy it.   

As she left the store, she mused on her situation.  After 8 years of
marriage with her husband, she had noted that his interest in her
sexualy had lagged.  By 10, they had stopped having sex all together.
Now he was the inveterate couch potato,  often falling asleep there
with the television providing the sonorous white noise of a dead
channel.  And yet, she loved him.  It was just that her needs had to
be met.  She had taken a lover, one who would not treat her with the
lukearm indifference that her laodicaen husband did, one who would
surely notice how good she looked in her new dress.  

She knew it was wrong.  But she also knew that life was too short and
precious to live without some satisfaction.   She arrived at his
house, and when he opened the door, she shoved thoughts of her husband
from her mind, and stepped into the hallway.  He turned and lead her
to his office, closing the door behind them.  He caught her in his
arms, and pressed his mouth to hers.  

'I can't stay long tonight.'  She gasped between kisses.  A smooth
hand with shortly trimmed nails hoisted the hem of her dress as it ran
up her thigh.  She shivered, and felt his erection blossom against her
belly as he held her shoulders to his chest. 

'I have another appointment anyway' was his reply.  He ran his hand
down to her ass, and pressed her hips to him.  
'How long do we have then?'
'About an hour, at best."
'Then take me!'

With that he groaned, and pressed her even harder to his swollen
prick.  
'Lift your pretty new dress, I don't want to ruin it'
She lifted it, exposing her wet and willing sex.  He fell to his
knees, and pressed his face to it, inhaling her scent and then
flicking a tongue to part the fur.  '...How much better is thy love
than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices! '

She shivered, and placed her hands on his head in benediction, her
face lifted.  'You know I love it when you quote the Song of Songs,
reverend.'

Hammon Wry
(Hey, clergy are human too!)
With a wink and a nod to our own Rev. Cotton Mather. 

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