Forum Story about Pheromones (limit 5 sentences per post)

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A life of privilege and

prettiness did not prepare Francine for the soft emotions she felt toward Tom, nor the emotional maturity to deal

with a flood of pheromones entering her brain via Joey's Auto-Atomizer II, nor the industrial pumps at the PM Club

which fed its guests with a pheromonal atmosphere which a politician would call either criminal or divine, depending

on who was in the room. And to say that Francine was unprepared to deal with the likes of Joey is like saying a

Marineland blonde is unprepared to be eaten by a Killer Whale. The odds are against it, but eventually its going to

happen; nature has its rules.

Tom had lit upon a lovely and meaningful aspect of his future life while Joey

calculated the optimum use of "Hello Kitty" panties.

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Joey finally succeeded in

ripping the Auto-Atomizer II from Francine's car just as Karl (K), in a barely controlled fit of organizational

angst, pulled him by the ankles from beneath the car, atomizer and all. Karl's limited mental capacity, coupled

with his failing grade in "Survey of Phero-Technical Apparatus" and his complete incoherence of Joey's radical

social model, rendered him speechless.

Also speechless were Tom and Ignacio, but for different reasons.



Tom, hoping beyond the possibility of hope that the woman laying prostrate on the pavement was any other than

his beloved Francine, staggered toward her as he drank steadily from France's best effort toward peace in the

world.

Losing his now apprehensive balance, Tom bumped Ignacio from the rear, causing Ignacio to plant his face

directly onto the waiting, and still somewhat wanting, mouth of Hello Kitty.

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Karl is not the type of person

to remain speechless for any length of time and, as with most people who are prematurely and punitively toilet

trained, succumbs easily to aggression when faced with confusing events. Karl did remain speechless precisely long

enough to kick Joey violently as a matter of course.

Joey, not unused to violence upon himself winced, curled

and cradled the Auto-Atomizer II as it continued to scratch and spew its clever mix of attractants into the local

atmosphere, its largest exhaust tube pointing in the direction of Francine, Tom and Ignacio.

After tripping

over Ignacio, Tom fell onto the pavement directly beside Francine just as she gasped at Ignacio's unintentional

"Kitty" dive. While gasping, she breathed an uncontrolled dose of Joey's mix which pumped steadily toward her then

grabbed the bottle of Cognac from Tom's trembling hands. The upturned bottle at her lips and her eyes rolled back

into her head, she wrapped her legs around Ignacio's head and groped Tom with her only free hand.

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In the course of human development there are times at which, usually in retrospect, one can pinpoint precisely when a corner is turned and life presents itself afresh, through a different lens as it were, and old thoughts become the flotsam and jetsam of a new awareness. Tom was now - not unpleasantly - experiencing one of those rare moments when he understood both the immediate pleasure of Francine's liberality and the impact that its public nature may have on his future sexual life, and he was not unhappy.

Joey, always one to appreciate a free exhibition, held his gaze on the scene in his peculiarly pornographic way as Karl, succumbing to years of confused sexual repression leaped upon the mixture of Tom, Ignacio and Francine, not caring who he landed upon.

The police arrived at a quarter to five, and immediately drew the reigns on this runaway stagecoach as WT Fuchs laughed hysterically from the cab of his new WTF-5 model crane, vowing that pheromones is his life, and the heavy lifting is yet to be done.