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Date: Fri, 15 Jul 1994 23:49:21 UTC
Subject: Review: Taboo 11
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# Taboo 11
c 79 1994 Intropics, F.J. Lincoln
. Jane, Cal Jammer, Jake Williams {DP}
. Mona Lisa, Buck Adams {Ac}
. Sunset Thomas, Melanie Moore
. Flame, Bionca {A}
. Melanie Moore, Jon Morgan {A}
I didn't pay much attention to the plot (if I want plot I'll read a book).
I'm don't think it had anything to do with incest. There's something about
Melanie Moore who is in a insane asylum and a psychiatrist, Jeremy Lodge,
play by John Morgan. It wasn't very coherrent.
First up is Jane getting DP'd by Cal Jammer and Jake Williams
on stage at some sort of sex club while the good doctor watches.
I thought it was a pretty dull scene.
In the next scene the doctor is going over case records in bed. His wife,
play by the script writer Teri Diver, complains how she's not getting any.
He says he gave it to her last night. But we don't get to see it.
One of the cases the doctor is reviewing involves a young woman obsessed
with "junglitis".
Cut to Mona Lisa getting fucked by a guy a guy in a gorilla mask. From the
sounds he was making I thought it was Buck Adams--he always sound like a
fucking gorilla. The credits say it was Marc Wallace. I should have
recognised his skinny body or his banana dick. A condom materialises on his
penis, and he fucks her in the ass before coming on her tits. She only
takes off her bra at the very end of the scene, when she does scars
apparently from recent surgery are evident.
The scene is pretty much ruined for me by the silly gorilla mask. There's
even a couple extended close-ups of the guys face, which is bad enough when
the guy's not wearing a stupid mask--with a mask it's entirely pointless.
I like Mona Lisa so the scene isn't a total loss for me.
Incidently, I spoke with Mona Lisa at bar where she was dancing back in
February. She said she had been out of the business for about a year and a
half. She said she quit because she wants to have a family and was worried
about disease. This video is copyrighted 1994, but it's apparently made
from old recycled material
Melanie Moore and Sunset Thomas turn in a pretty standard lesbian scene.
They are both lovely so it's pretty easy to watch.
I feel a little ripped-off when there more than one lesbian scene in a
standard 5-scene video, even when it is Flame getting fucked in the ass by
Bionca with a big, black, strap-on dildo. It's pretty hot, but I think I
would rather have seen Flame taken by the guy in the gorilla mask. (Lesbians
make me feel so unwanted, unneeded, useless, inadequate, threatened).
In the last scene, Melanie in a nurse's outfit, and with her old hair
extensions get banged in the ass (and only the ass) by the good doctor.
There's an attempt at an oral cumshot, but they drag it out too long
and it start to lose his erection, so it falls flat so to speak.
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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."