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Subject: {ASSM} Keep Manhattan, Just Give Me That Countryside: Part 7 - Labor Day (nosex)
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Keep Manhattan, Just Give Me That Countryside
Part 7   Labor Day (nosex)

Today was the big day. After six months of hard work, XCOS was
ready. And what better way to introduce the world to XCOS than to
introduce it at the E3 Electronic Extertainment Expo?

Many in our company questioned my decision to introduce a
computer operating system at a convention many associated with
video games. After ten years in the tech industry, I pretty much
knew what the consumers wanted. They wanted an operating system
which appealed to all people. We designed XCOS to appeal to the
business crowd, the stay-at-home moms, the soccer moms, the
social network lovers, and the hardcore gamers. We demonstrated
the capabilities of XCOS to many PC game developers, and were in
such awe of the technology and our business strategy that they
more than readily agreed to develop games for it.

It was thirty minutes before we were set to make history. I began
having flashbacks of my experience with technology. I remember
receiving my first computer. It was a Commodore 64. I fell in
love with the simple design. But once I learned the awesome raw
power of its CPU and how to use machine language to design my own
programs, I knew what the future had in store for me. The founder
of Commodore was an inspiration. He was a Polish Jew who was
detained by the Nazis during the Nazi Holocaust, freed by the
Allies, and migrated to America where he raised a family and went
on to found a typewriter repair company which would one day
become one of the most important computer companies of all time.
When I learned of his recent passing, it felt like a part of my
childhood died along with him.

I was almost lost in my memories when I felt a pat on my back. It
was Steven. He and Sarita had just arrived. "Jesus, Steve, you
were supposed to have been here four hours ago," I chided Steven.
"Just where were you?"

"Oh it's nothing," said Steven. "Sarita and I stopped in Las
Vegas and... well, you know what goes on in Vegas." Then he and
Sarita simultaneously showed their hands to me. They were wearing
wedding bands.

My momentary annoyance with Steven's tardiness was suddenly
washed away and replaced with pride. I gave my best friend and
his new wife hugs, congratulating them. Their whirlwind romance
reminded me of the whirlwind romance I shared with my wife
Victoria. Victoria was not feeling well so she decided to stay at
the hotel. Our baby was due any moment now. Over the last few
months, Victoria became dismayed at her pregnancy weight gain as
well as the stretchmarks which adorned her now very pregnant
belly. But if anything, her pregnancy has given her a radiance
and a glow that makes her even more alluring. I always make her
feel better by kissing her stretchmarks as well as putting my ear
against her belly just to hear and feel our baby moving inside.
It wouldn't be long before we would hold our son or daughter in
our arms and show him or her love and affection.

I grabbed my cellphone with the intention of calling Victoria to
check up on her and see if she was okay, but an E3 director
informed me it was time for our presentation. I hastily put my
phone back in my pocket, straightened my clothes, and then Steven
and I took to the stage.

The reception we got when we showed up on stage was beyond
phenomenal. Our viral marketing campaign paid off BIG time. There
were hardcore fans from all over the world. I absorbed myself in
the wild cheers and applause. It dawned on me that the Brooklyn
punk kid has grown up to become one of the most successful
businessmen of all time. I decided to greet everybody from all
over the world. "Hello! Salut! Bonjour! Konnichiwa!" The crowd
was going crazy. "I am so grateful that every single one of you
have come from all over the world to become part of a
revolution." With that cue, we debuted our video presentation: a
demonstration of the many features of XCOS to the tune of the
Beatles' "Revolution." The crowd was dazzled by the beautiful
custom-made interface, the built-in software, the integrated
social networking (including Tumblr), and the line-up of computer
games which would be available in our App Store. After the video
presentation ended, the crowd reacted as if the Beatles or Pink
Floyd reunited for a farewell concert. It was the greatest moment
of my life. And even though I was not aware, my phone rang. I
didn't hear it, but Steven did.

"Dude, your phone's ringing," said Steven. I glanced down at the
caller ID. It was Victoria.

"Well ladies and gentlemen, it seems that my wife is calling me.
Please excuse me." I stepped away from the microphone to answer
the phone. "Hello?"

"Sean-Paul..." my wife said in what sounded like pain.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

"I have to get to the hospital! I'm in labor! I'm having the
baby!"

"Okay I'll be there as soon as possible. Bye." I hung up the
phone. I stepped back to the microphone. "I'm sorry ladies and
gentlemen, but I have to leave. My wife is having our baby. Thank
you for your love and support!" The crowd applaud, but I wasn't
sure if it was for the company or for the fact that I was soon to
become a father. Maybe it's both.

Anyway, I rushed out of the convention center and headed straight
for the hotel. I rushed up to the penthouse suite where my wife
and I were staying. I opened the door and headed straight for the
bedroom. I saw Victoria resting on the bed. I went right to her.
"Come on, let's get you to the hospital."

Suddenly, Victoria made a sharp cry. "AH!" The sound sent chills
down my spine. I thought she was hurt. Then she said, "My water
broke, Sean-Paul. We're not going to make it to the hospital. Oh
my God, I'm going to have our baby right here in the hotel!" I
was close to panicking. I calmed myself down by practicing the
breathing techniques Victoria learned in her lamaze classes.
After I calmed down, I grabbed my phone and called the hospital
informing them of the situation. Then Victoria's contractions
began. "AAAIII!"

I suddenly realized that I was going to have to deliver our baby.
I had Victoria get her breathing under control. She breathed in
an our for a minute, and then she would make a push. We repeated
this process for well over an hour. After an hour, I glanced down
at my wife's vagina. It was stretching. And I could see the crown
of the head of our child. "I see the head, Victoria! I see the
head! Keep breathing and pushing!" I placed my hands down at the
top and bottom of her stretched vagina, ready to support our
baby's head after he or she is exposed to the outside world.

Another thirty minutes elapsed, and after a particularly hard
push, our baby was out. I gently supported our child's head as I
gently laid them down on the towel underneath Victoria's splayed
legs. I cleaned our baby of blood and leftover amniotic fluid
until they were pink like a baby should be. I placed an aspirator
into each nostril and sucked the amniotic fluid out of their
lungs, and then our baby took its first breath and cried.

I glanced at Victoria. She was crying with joy at the first
sounds of our baby. I gently picked up our child and placed our
child in her arms. "It's a girl," I said. "Look at our beautiful
daughter!" Victoria peppered our newborn daughter with
feather-light kisses. She placed a finger in her tiny hand,
amazed at how tiny she was. Then I heard a knock at the door.

I opened the door, and medical personnel arrived. They snipped
our daughter's umbilical cord and transported her and her mother
to the hospital. I followed them and arrived at the hospital at
the same time. I went to the maternity ward, and I visited my
wife and our daughter. I greeted my wife with a kiss. I glanced
down at our daughter. She was sleeping. "Have you thought of a
name"? I asked my wife.

"Yes I have," she replied. "I've always wanted my daughter to be
named after my best friend. I choose Anne."


EPILOGUE

Four years ago, our daughter Anne was born. Two years later, we
gave our daughter a little brother. We named him Sean-Paul II.

We released XCOS to the masses two weeks after the E3 Electronic
Entertainment Expo. It was an immediate smash hit. In fact, sales
of XCOS were so strong that it overtook Windows and Mac OS X as
the best-selling and most widely uses operating system. I managed
to take a small company and turn it into a Microsoft killer and
an Apple killer all rolled into one.

The popularity of XCOS singlehandedly revived the waning computer
gaming industry. Console gaming still reigned supreme, but
computer gaming was giving it a run for its money better than
ever before. Many in the tech industry are now speculating that
we're going to get into the home video game business and
introduce a new game console. Right now that's not being planned,
but you never know what the future holds.

I just got off the phone with Victoria. She just got back from
the doctor. She's pregnant...with twins.

THE END 

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