From alt.sex.movies Mon Apr 24 11:22:26 1995
From: [email protected] (Rio Maria)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.movies
Subject: Review: Real Ticket Pt 1 w/Tiffany Mynx, Brit. O., Keisha
Date: 16 Aug 1994 21:02:07 -0400
Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364)
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Status: RO
REAL TICKET Pt I: I rented this one this weekend, intrigued by its
"gimmick:" all of the actresses (some 10 or 12) are proclaimed to
have natural breasts.
The video is an ambitious one, revolving around a cable pay-per-view
sporting event of a somewhat undefined nature called "ThunderPussy 4."
We follow the two finalist teams. One is a set of "bad girls" who wear
lots of black, smoke, and drink beer after practice; the others are
"good girls" who, well, who don't act as bitchy. A pleasant surprise is
80's star Veronica Hart in a non-sex role as a TV sports commentator.
So how is it? It's terrific! In the opening segments, the women are
dressing and undressing in the locker room, and there's so much
naturally gorgeous flesh that I didn't know where to keep my eyes
focused! The absence of basketball boobs was delightfully refreshing!
There are some real beauties on display here. When I first saw Keisha
exiting a pickup truck in a t-shirt, I thought I'd been betrayed by the
promise of all-natural breasts, but when she unveiled them in a lez
scene with the always-appealing Brittany O'Connell, I was convinced.
It had been so long since I'd seen Keisha, I'd forgotten how well-
endowed she is. She's lost a lot of weight since her earlier days in
the biz, but apparently none of it from her breasts, and that makes
them look even bigger (but I liked her better a bit plumper).
Also present is Chasey Laine. I had seen one of her videos before, and
was sure she had been greatly pumped up. I rented her video "Submission"
after this, and she definitely had phonies, although they hung in a
fascinating way that most silicone boobs do not. In "Submission," the
scars under her armpits were very distinct; in this video, we don't see
much of her nude, so perhaps she wised up and had the implants removed.
Maybe we'll find out when the continuation is released. Anyway, she is
quite gorgeous...
The other standout was the always-welcome Tiffany Mynx. She's made
quite a name for herself, which belies the assumption that porn makers
seem to have: a start needs to have giant, firm breasts. Tiffany's are
soft, jiggly, and extremely saggy, with prominent stretch marks; despite
this, she's a super hot number, and I adore her slender-but-soft physique,
as do, evidently, a great number of viewers. I had a bit of fun using the
freeze-frame and frame advance during a scene where Tiffany is on
her back getting pounded hard; the undulations of her boobs are
fascinating,
as they assume bizarre shapes as she's bounced around. Her right boob
repeatedly collapses right in the middle, across her nipple: you have to
see
it to appreciate it. It's like two breasts in one.
I'll be first in line to get part 2, and I hope this focus on the
natural
look
will be widely imitated. Too bad Debi Diamond (who is in this one) won't
be along for the ride if this catches on.
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."