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Date: Mon, 28 Nov 1994 11:16:04 UTC
Subject: Review: The Voyeur
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# The Voyeur
c 30 1994 Evil Angel, John Leslie
. Kristi Lynn, Tom Byron, et al
. Pandora
. Sheena, Marc Wallace, Jerry Pike
. Pandora, John A, John B
. Tony Montana, Draghixa, Stephen St. Croix
Plot: John Leslie is a voyeur
Kristi Lynn drags the voyeur into a bar and he watches her get gang banged
by the patrons.
Suddenly we are at Pandora's house. Pandora is slightly manish looking
brunette. I think this is due to her short hair and her long, blockish
features. She has a terrific ass, though. She does some tease for John
and asks him to set her up with a couple of guys. When she has to get
the guys herself she kicks John out. The guys come over, but they go
into the back bedroom where we can't see. There are some whipping sounds.
Next the voyeur asks some people at a hotel if he can video their threesome.
A long boring scene ensues. I'm not impressed with Sheena (Goddess of Lust).
She looks OK, but I didn't see anything that would justify her title.
Now were back at Pandora's. This time we get to see her fuck a couple
of guys on her couch. I like the voyeuristic aspect of some of the
scene being shot from outside through, and I love Pandora's big ass, but
we don't get to see enough of it.
Next, Draghixa picks-up John at a bar and takes him back to her place.
Draghixa is gorgeous and does some teasing for John. It looks like John is
about to get lucky when the boyfriend (Tony Montana) returns. John gets
shoved out the back door, and Tony gets a blowjob.
Then Tony's boss, Stephen St. Croix, shows up. Seems like Tony has been
skimming money from his boss, so Stephen shoots hims. Draghixa comes in
and helps Stephen move the body to the next room. Then they fuck.
Afterwards, the voyeur beats a hasty retreat and "to be continue..."
appears on the screen.
This video really sucks for a John Leslie feature. John Leslie is no
Buttman. He's too creepy. He ought to go back to making slick, dark
features like Second Skin, and Strange Curves.
The biggest problem with this video is it's just too damn slow. It's nearly
two hours long, and there's really only four sex scenes.
I believe AVN (or was it Adam, or Hustler) gave this a bad review too.
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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."