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Subject: Dunbar reviews: Mile High Club (w/Nikki Randall)
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We need more reviews. Last time I checked asm there were 500 threads, 800
articles, and only 8 reviews. I'm doing my share (at least). How about
you? If things don't start to improve soon, I may give up on asm entirely.
So come on, show you care about asm and take the time to post a thoughful
review. If we each posted one review a week we could drowned out the damn
phone sex ads. (hint: be sure to include the word "review" in the subject)
NB: I've adopted the Imperial Rating Scale (more or less)
# Mile High Club
c 2.10 10/94 Pleasure, Stuart Canterbury
. Roxanne Hall, Alex Sanders {e.Pu}
. Melissa Hill, Joey Silvera {p.D;e.F-}
. Nikki Randall, Mike Horner {p.M|D;e.Bu}
. Sindee Coxx, Sophia Ferrari
. Amanda Adams, Tom Chapman {p.Rc|D;e.Br|St}
Premise: Sex on planes. Pilots and stewardesses.
It probably plays pretty well on cable, but as hardcore porn it leaves a
lot to be desired.
It suffers horribly from the cable affliction. The first scene pissed me
off pretty badly. I was screaming at the television, and fighting the urge
to hurl the remote through the screen.
The first scene features a cute young women with small breasts and an
British accent (I think it's British). I believe this is Roxanne Hall, but
I'm not certain. She masturbates in the lavatory with the door unlocked.
Alex opens the door and she invites him in for some fun. Now this is part
that had me gnashing my teeth: they do reverse cowgirl, but there wasn't a
single explicit full-body shot. There wasn't even any soft full-body
shots. The best we get is one mid-upper body shot. The rest of the time
the scene bounces repeatedly from a tight shot of the penetration to a
tight shof of their faces with no stops in between. Infuriating.
The second second scene isn't quite so bad in the editting department,
but features a less pretty women. I think this is Melissa Hill.
The only good position is doggie.
Nikki Randall has a really sexy voice, but I'm really sorry she had her
breasts enlarged. They're not overly-large, but it doesn't look
like a very good job, and she had such a nice slim figure before
that it definitely qualifies as crime against nature.
Nikki Randall is one of the few comeback queens that I've been really
pleased to see again. Yes she, looks older--she must be at least 29
by now which is pretty old for a porn star, but she still looks great
('cept for those darn fake tits). I think a lot of those other
comeback queens should have stayed away. I'd rather remember them
the way the were. Plus it plays havoc with any actress rating
system--you need a separate rating for each incarnation.
Anyway, Mike and Nikki are former airline employees who were fired because
they were caught fucking in the cockpit. Instead of seeing that scened
played out, they fuck in the cockpit of their convertible and watch the
planes go over head.
The scene is pretty much ruined by poor shot selection and editing.
Not too mention fairly low light.
The remaining scenes aren't really worth commenting on:
Sindee Coxx is a pretty blonde. Sofia Ferrari is not.
Amanda Adams is a redhead with large fake tits, and generally not that
attractive. Tom Chapman is a pencil dick. They fuck in the cockpit of a
jet. Reverse cowgirl and doggie. He pops on her tits and stomach.
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169 “I can arrange all that.” Such Apaches as had not gone back on the war-path returned to the States with the troops; but there were five months more of the outrages of Geronimo and his kind. Then in the summer of the year another man, more fortunate and better fitted to deal with it all, perhaps,—with the tangle of lies and deceptions, cross purposes and trickery,—succeeded where Crook had failed and had been relieved of a task that was beyond him. Geronimo was captured, and was hurried off to a Florida prison with his band, as far as they well could be from the reservation they had refused to accept. And with them were sent other Indians, who had been the friends and helpers of the government for years, and who had run great risks to help or to obtain peace. But the memory and gratitude of governments is become a proverb. The southwest settled down to enjoy its safety. The troops rested upon the laurels they had won, the superseded general went on with his work in another field far away to the north. The new general, the saviour of the land, was heaped[Pg 305] with honor and praise, and the path of civilization was laid clear. Parliament met on the 10th of January, 1765. The resentment of the Americans had reached the ears of the Ministry and the king, yet both continued determined to proceed. In the interviews which Franklin and the other agents had with the Ministers, Grenville begged them to point to any other tax that would be more agreeable to the colonists than the stamp-duty; but they without any real legal grounds drew the line between levying custom and imposing an inland tax. Grenville paid no attention to these representations. Fifty-five resolutions, prepared by a committee of ways and means, were laid by him on the table of the House of Commons at an early day of the Session, imposing on America nearly the same stamp-duties as were already in practical operation in England. These resolutions being adopted, were embodied in a bill; and when it was introduced to the House, it was received with an apathy which betrayed on all hands the profoundest ignorance of its importance. Burke, who was a spectator of the debates in both Houses, in a speech some years afterwards, stated that he never heard a more languid debate than that in the Commons. Only two or three persons spoke against the measure and that with great composure. There was but one division in the whole progress of the Bill, and the minority did not reach to more than thirty-nine or forty. In the Lords, he said, there was, to the best of his recollection, neither division nor debate! His cheek paled for an instant as the thought obtruded that the man might resist and he have to really shoot him. "Good, the old man's goin' to take the grub out to 'em himself," thought the Deacon with relief. "He'll be easy to manage. No need o' shootin' him." "Them that we shot?" said Shorty carelessly, feeling around for his tobacco to refill his pipe. "Nothin'. I guess we've done enough for 'em already." John Dodd, twenty-seven years old, master, part of the third generation, arranged his chair carefully so that it faced the door of the Commons Room, letting the light from the great window illumine the back of his head. He clasped his hands in his lap in a single, nervous gesture, never noticing that the light gave him a faint saintlike halo about his feathery hair. His companion took another chair, set it at right angles to Dodd's and gave it long and thoughtful consideration, as if the act of sitting down were something new and untried. "Besides," Norma said desperately, "they're only rumors—" "Oh, I've found a way of gitting shut of them rootses—thought of it while I wur working at the trees. I'm going to blast 'em out." During the next ten years the farm went forward by strides. Reuben bought seven more acres of Boarzell in '59, and fourteen in '60. He also bought a horse-rake, and threshed by machinery. He was now a topic in every public-house from Northiam to Rye. His success and the scant trouble he took to conciliate those about him had made him disliked. Unprosperous farmers[Pg 124] spoke windily of "spoiling his liddle game." Ditch and Ginner even suggested to Vennal that they should club together and buy thirty acres or so of the Moor themselves, just to spite him. However, money was too precious to throw away even on such an object, especially as everyone felt sure that Backfield would sooner or later "bust himself" in his dealings with Boarzell. "Let's go home," she said faintly—"it's getting late."