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best of it, and pushes forward with
all his might. His dick slips through the door-guards, and the
head is now caught in the lips on the outside of the door. He is
pressed firmly up against the door now, writhing as he approaches
climax, when suddenly the elevator hits bottom. The doors spring
open, and he ejaculates in relief as the pressure is lifted. He
leans there, arms resting on the doors, erect penis poking up at
a forty-five degree angle, spurting fluid into the air. He opens
his eyes and sees five security guards, seven police, twenty
firemen and a `Hinch at Seven' camera crew. He smiles.
Nimyf-a-Tel
"...the printed word and the paper it's printed on
(not worth anything)"
Barry Andrews/Shriekback, `Lines from the Library'
Genesis had received one of Kely's typically cryptic
mailmessages that morning: `Am trapped in the Syndaine State
Library. Please read me'. So he went down to the Simulation
bay, plugged himself in, stuck his credit card i
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