On 2006-06-02 07:40:00, Anonymous wrote:
"I love it!!!
Encore! Encore! :nworthy: :nworthy: :nworthy: "
OK, since you insist......it's so nice to get a response like yours, especially after the abuse that gets hurled at me by misguided, shortsighted philistines who wouldn't know great literature if it
touched their junk, liberally, complete with red-flag-raising referee and all......damn, they even think this is some rehash of some other incident involving some other person, fer cryin' out loud! Thankfully, not everyone shares their lack of discernment, refinement, and good taste. It is refreshing to hear from someone of your insight and astute appreciation for subtle literary technique and the clever use of symbolism. "Red Flag Touches", indeed. Thank you, and here it is, once again, especially for you:
Father Cassian touched my junk liberally. He strapped me in to his
Straightmobile and he couldn't keep his offensive hands off of me. He was performing many
red flag touches. I couldn't believe what the fuck was going on. I told
Fr. Cassian the city would not approve of a millionaire touching an underage kid for free.
Can you believe it? Father Cassian did all this. He picked me off the street, strapped my arms and legs down in the
Straightmobile's passenger seat, and just wouldn't stop
fondling my cock'n'balls.They definately were
red flag touches. The goddamn referee he had in the back seat kept on
raising up this red flag every time he touched my junk but did
"Fr." Cassian care? NO WAY! He
just kept on doing it. I couldn't believe what the fuck was going on, indeed. I pleaded with
Fr. Cassian but to no avail. I told him the city would not approve of such a wealthy man
touching an underage kid like me (at the time I was 13) without at least compensating me for
the trauma and the use of my body as his own personal plaything.
This got to him, worrying about his image. He continued to fondle me, all the while ignoring
the referee's red flags. Then he drove the
Straightmobile to my house and ejected the seat I was in! It was amazing. But surprisingly, after I woke up the next morning, my bank account had $150k in it!!!
Can you believe it?






