Living Next Door to Heaven 2Introduction to Part IX Heaven s Gate
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ME: Welcome to the premiere of XX/XY: Woman/Man. I'm Brian Frost and in my audience tonight are the lovely ladies from Gamma House at Indiana University. Thank you for inviting this guy into your beautiful sorority house tonight, ladies.
I was talking to some of you before the show. Let me tell you, it is a real charge for a guy to hang out all day in a sorority. The question I asked as we sat around was 'What do you want to know?' I think Lynn summed it up best she when tapped my forehead and said, 'We want to know what goes on in a boy's tiny little brain.' Lynn, honey, you were tapping two and a half feet too far north.
So, do you really want to know? You really want to know the dirty little secret inside a boy's head. Or a man's head? Big or little? [Cheers. Yes.] Okay. Don't blame me. You asked for it. Lynn, you struck me as a woman with a sense of humor, so I asked if you'd help out with this little sketch. Please come join me. Ladies, welcome your sorority sister, Lynn. [Cheers as Lynn comes to the stage. We shake hands.]
Hello, Lynn.
LYNN: Hello, Brian.
ME: [Aside.] I wonder if she'll sleep with me. [To Lynn.] I really appreciate you helping out.
LYNN: You're welcome, I think.
ME: [Aside.] She'd look great naked. [To Lynn.] This is really just going to be a normal conversation between two people who have just met. [Aside.] And want to get out of here so they can screw.
LYNN: Is that really going on in your head?!
ME: [Aside.] Are her nipples getting hard? [To Lynn, ignoring her question.] What's your major, Lynn?
LYNN: History and Economics.
ME: [Aside] With a minor in blowjobs. Oh please! [To Lynn.] I was told once that history majors mostly taught high school history so they could coach football. Are you into sports?
LYNN: Not really. I plan to go into politics after I go to law school.
ME: [Aside.] Oh shit! She's going to sue me. I'm really going to get screwed. I hope. [To Lynn.] A friend of mine once interviewed a future President of the United States. I hope I'll be able to say the same.
LYNN: I hope so too.
ME: [Aside.] She is so far out of my league. There's no chance here. I need to sound intelligent. [To Lynn.] What do you actually think of the situation in Bosnia and Herzegovina. Are we supposed to be the policemen of the world? I'm really interested in what you have to say about that.
LYNN: Really? I think we'll send in troops. Or maybe just bomb them. Clinton is facing a huge amount of heat over his inaction in Rwanda and doesn't dare let another genocidal war go unanswered. And besides, at least this time, we'll be defending white people. That makes an intervention hugely easier to sell to the voters.
ME: Thank you, Lynn. Both for your good humor in the sketch and for your genuine insights into the international scene. [She returns to seat amidst applause and several women leaning over to whisper to her.]
Ugly wasn't it? But I've got to tell you, every man you meet from puberty up has this dialog running in his mind constantly. The very first thing he thinks when he meets a woman is whether she is a potential sex partner. It makes no difference if she is young or old, rich or poor, ugly or pretty, thin or fat, stacked or flat. She may have blonde hair, black hair, brown hair, red hair, or purple hair. She could have pimples and crooked teeth or sparkle like an angel. His first thought will be sex.
He might get past that in a blink of an eye. His automated response to a woman might be 'Not in a million years.' Or it could be, 'She's so far out of my league. Give it up.' Or he might carry his fantasy for days or even years. 'There was this one girl in junior high. Wow! My first crush. Every time I saw her I had to hide my erection. I still think about her. If I'd been a little more mature we might have started dating and kissing and having ... Shit! I came in my pants.' [Laughter.] And that's from an eighty-year-old guy who hasn't had an unassisted erection in ten years.
All men are pigs.
Except they aren't. The pigs are those whose first thought is their only thought. That's what it means to be a rational human being. You can't help the little voice in your head. 'What little voice?' you ask yourself. That's the one. But while that little voice might argue with your decisions, good or bad, it isn't what controls you and makes you human.
You are.
My guests today are Doctors Ruth and Ben McCall who are going to dissect me for this opening sketch and discuss with me the bi-cameral mind. We're going to have some fun!
There was some applause and April made a couple announcements to the room about what was happening next. The cameras were running all the time, but the tape was running back at the ranch where Joyce and her assistant were monitoring it, selecting camera angles, and cutting it together. It was unbelievable. I went out into the room and thanked Lynn again for helping me with the sketch. I sat on Amber's lap for a few minutes while I talked to the women about how nervous I was being in a room with so many beautiful women. Then I told them we'd be moving on with the show and asked them to give a big round of applause to Doctors Ruth and Ben McCall.
RUTH: So Brian. Your first thought on meeting me was whether I'd be a good sex partner.
ME: Um ... Yeah?
RUTH: And?
ME: Well, that was seven years ago and I was a high school junior. And let's face it, you were ... are hot. But, it only took a few minutes before I refined my thoughts and you became my good friend George's mother. End of sexual discussion.
RUTH: Well, what you've described is pretty typical of pubescent boys. I just don't think that men hold that as they mature.
ME: Ben, did you think of the young women in this room sexually this evening?
BEN: Boy, you put a guy right on the spot, don't you, Brian? You do realize that's my wife sitting beside you, right?
ME: Yes, but we promised to be honest with each other tonight.
BEN: Honestly? Yes. [Little gasp.] But. It wasn't when I walked on set or even when I was watching your little sketch. I thought it a couple hours ago. Something along the lines of 'if I was thirty years younger... ' Then I put it out of my mind. I'm not thirty years younger. I have a wife I adore. While the notion of an admittedly hot young sorority woman gives a guy my age a quick jolt, I have made my choice and I know where my happiness lies. It's not out there. It's right here.
ME: I think that's exactly what I was trying to get across, but you've made the point more explicitly. The truly human man doesn't let his first thought be his only thought.
RUTH: That I can actually get behind. One of the signs of rationality is the ability to let go of one thought and adjust to a new reality.
I breathed a sigh of relief. I was glad that my friends were my first live broadcast guests. I wasn't going to get chewed up and spit out tonight. And we were going to have a really good discussion. We chatted for quite a while and I opened the floor to questions from the audience. We had a few good ones and a couple I was sure would be cut from the feed before it went live. I had to trust my director and my editors. When it came time to wrap things up, I stood and faced the ladies again.
ME: I want to warn you all that if you ask your boyfriend or any other male you know if his first thought about you was sex, he will deny it. 'No, honey. My first thought was what a smart woman you are. I thought, she sure can carry on a conversation.' Test me. Ask him.
Guys in general don't know how to respond with complete honesty because we've built a system that prevents it. 'If I'm honest, she'll hate me.' And let me tell you, ladies, if you convince him that you are trustworthy, and really want to know what he thought, and that you won't be judgmental, you'd damned well better mean it. If you spring a trap, you will never, ever be forgiven. If you survive the encounter, you will never again be able to know that what he says is the truth. Guys avoid humiliation like the plague. Not only will you ruin your own relationship, you will make it even more difficult for the next woman who attempts a relationship with him.
This is hard truth. You cannot expect honesty unless you are honest.
Tomorrow night, I'm going to be right next door on the Indiana University Campus at Theta House. I'll have comedians Dan Colson and Marta Hamlin with me and we'll be looking at the funny side of relationships. I hope you'll all join us then!
I was done. It was nearly nine-thirty. The live feed had started half an hour ago. I think everyone in the room was exhausted. The ladies had a lovely dessert buffet set out and I was pleased to see some of the lively discussions that were going on. April, Samantha and their crew had to stick around while all the equipment was packed up. Dani and I slipped out with the McCalls.
"We need more variety in each show," Frankie said. "Three people talking for an hour isn't cutting it among our demographic."
"I agree," Donna said. "Post show surveys indicate the audience got tired by the end. They love your opening monologues, and really like the audience interaction. But cerebral discussions were not what we promised them. They liked the comedians. And the musicians. They even liked the author and psychologists, but they went on too long."
"Even Elaine has four segments in her show. She has two separate interviews with a little discussion between the two guests, then a break for Young Cooking with another guest, and finally a last guest that is often the heart-tug," Chuck said. "We don't need to turn XX/XY into a variety show, but it needs more variety."
Each afternoon, Donna ran focus groups showing the previous night's performance. These were followed by a survey and discussion. We were getting good info.
"Well, I'd like to last more than one week," I laughed. "Even Chevy Chase went two. What can we do to improve next week?"
"Samantha has been on the phone non-stop since the first night. She identified the problem from being in the audience at Gamma House. She has more guests for you next week at Champaign/Urbana. The problem is that our first run at getting guests was for people compatible with your overall theme and message. Some of the new guests she has lined up won't be in line with our philosophy nor will they be reserved in their nature. They live to be on camera. They will make the show about them," Donna said.
"We've always known that a show about the agreement wasn't going to be enough. I'd like to encapsulate the parts where that is the focus rather than trying to spread it throughout the hour," Chuck said.
I agreed and then had to get ready for the last show of the week at Delta House.
ME: Tonight as my guests, I have Libby Fallon, author of the new memoir Good Girls Do. We went to great lengths to track down Eric Holmes, the only brother who was willing to talk to us from Alpha Delta at Dartmouth College. Alpha Delta was the fraternity that inspired National Lampoon's Animal House. We will have a panel of members from the Panhellenic Society to talk about the reputation of Greek organizations on campus. And finally, we have former IU basketball star Lamar Trane, now a practicing attorney, to give a counterpoint to Eric's tales from the perspective of Lambda House. We're going to have a good time tonight.
Did we have a good time? Not really! It turned out there was no counterpoint to the position of Alpha Delta. Eric presented the fraternity as a group that had risen above its reputation of the '60s and was a model organization in the Greek Society. The Panhellenic group basically read their position statement and dared anyone to cast sororities in any light other than as pure, charitable, organizations devoted to the growth of their members. It was Libby, a former Delta herself, who slung the mud at the sororities with stories of drunken parties and serving as a fraternity's free mount at parties. The ladies in the audience were getting pretty riled at the way Libby painted their sorority and it took Lamar to actually settle things down.
LAMAR: Brian, Eric has presented a pretty straightforward picture of how Alpha Delta has changed over the years. He didn't deny that the kind of things Chris Miller wrote about in National Lampoon might have happened. Just that it doesn't now. Libby has written about her experiences just fifteen years ago, right here on campus. We have to assume that what she's said is at least as factual as what Miller wrote about. Our Panhellenic panel has painted a rosy picture that denies that anything less than noble has ever happened in a sorority. We know what the official posture of the university, the law, and the Panhellenic League is. Hazing is forbidden.
Yet last year, two freshmen fraternity pledges at a major university died of alcohol poisoning during their initiation. You might think Animal House when you consider that, but statistics show that hazing rituals are performed 64% more in sororities than in fraternities. Based on charges that were brought against members of sororities over the past five years, it is not unlikely that there are pledges on this campus now who have been stripped to have their boobs ranked, have been paddled until they needed medical attention, or have been given a choice between taking an illegal and dangerous drug or performing a public sex act. Last year in the United States, three fraternities and two sororities were put on probation by both their schools and their national organizations for hazing violations.
"But we don't do that!" screamed a member of the audience. "How can you accept the reform of Animal House and not think that we've changed from when she was a student?"
That gave me the opportunity I needed and I thanked Lamar for getting me there.
ME: When we set out tonight, we intended to talk about reputation. It was not to be an attack on Greek life, the Panhellenic League, or Delta House. Someone once said, correctly, it is easier to defend your virtue than to rebuild your reputation. I want you to know that my team did our own investigation and Lamar was a part of it. There has not been a hazing complaint against Delta House in seven years. Were there ever? Yes. Are there now? Not unless you just started something.
LIBBY: May I speak to that, Brian? I apologize to my sisters for making it sound like my experience was the norm for girls today. It was my experience in the 70s. But what gets overlooked is that there is a fairly rapid turnover in sororities and fraternities. Young women usually pledge during their freshman or sophomore years. Most are full members for only three years. Then they are gone. The entire population of the sorority changes every three to four years. It just isn't the same now.
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For 10 years now I've been living nextdoor to a older Scottish women miss Trainer. She isthe most sexy beautiful super hot mature women I ever saw. She lives together with her husband an older Dutch man, mr Mulder. I can remember the first day I've met them and they invited me in for a beer.Miss Trainer was wearing (as always) an black tighties and a white shirt without bra. When I sat on their couch and she brought me my beer she bend over and showed me her awsome hot sexy saggy old Scottish...
Anyone who regularly visits will probably know by now of my desire for Mrs.L to truly enjoy herself by exploring her sexuality and fantasies.So,when we moved to a new house and discovered that our neighbour would be a thirty-something bloke living on his own,it was only a matter of time before I gradually introduced him into our bedroom talk. Initially,any interest was denied but I couldn't fail to notice that when C's(the man in question) name was dropped into our pillow talk as I was gently...
"What the fuck, Kevin?" I said as I walked into my bedroom catching a friend of mine sitting on my couch completely naked masturbating to Mila Kumis going down on Natalie Portman in "Black Swan".Making no effort to get up or stop what he was doing Kevin said, "How can you have this movie and not get horny man? This is almost a good as porn!""You can do whatever you want when you are in your own bedroom, but I don't want your naked ass all over my futon! Can't you go 1 night without jacking...
The Boy NextDoorMy name is Jack Duncan. I am 45 and a professional photographer. My wife Debbie is 32 with wavy, natural blonde hair atop a 5'6" body weighing 123 pounds. Blessed with a beautiful face and stark green eyes, Debbie has shapely hips carried on long, lovely legs. With supple breasts filling a B-cup, she is an attractive woman. My appetite for eroticism to some is strange. I am a voyeur and having a vivid imagination and pretty wife I am highly aroused watching her flirt with other...
All persons and events of this story are all just figments of my imagination and are not intended to represent any persons living or dead in any way, shape or form. Enjoy.Beep. Beep. Beep. I rolled over and looked at my alarm clock: 8:22 am... on a Saturday. I listened for a minute trying to figure out where the noise was coming from. Trash day? No, that was Wednesday. Car alarm? No, not quite right for that... Back up alarm? Yep, that was the noise. What the? I got up, threw on a pair of...
It was early september and a new college year had just started james was moving into a new aparment ith a college friends and was looking forward to it.. he was 5'11 and with dark curly hair and broad shoulders.They had moved in a week when james spotted her early one morning about 35 slim c sized tits and an amzing ass heading out for a jog.. her skin tight running legging really shoed off how amazing her ass and legs were while her unzipped jacket gave a slight glimpse of her bouncing...
The hot little minx next door has a penchant for much younger men. I have personally witnessed her fucking the pool boy, the pizza delivery guy, the cable man and just last weekend the lawn boy. She is a redheaded vixen about 5 ft 5 with DD breasts. Her nipples are teardrop in shape and dark brown, contrasting her pink flesh. To say that they are magnificent would be an understatement. She might weigh in at 130lbs. In her thirties she is married to a man much older than her. Older than me in...
It was a beautiful summer morning following a night of violent thunder storms. I had closed the sliding glass door last night because of noise from the thunder and closed the drapes because of the lightening. It keeps me awake. So when I got out of bed I opened the drapes and sliding door so I could feel the morning air on my completely naked body. As I looked out into my back yard I could see that the wind had blown a few leaves around. Then I saw that one of the branches in one of my trees...
Straight SexThis story can also educate you for getting maximum pleasure in sex especially for women so read it carefully till end Hi friends its me again Amit from New Delhi this is my another story about a lady who is the second lady in my life.. B,coz of my computer works and computer related projects I live in Delhi and working in Gurgaon as u know I am un married,so I live alone in Delhi my parents live in a Panipat Haryana.. I recently changed my residence to another apartments in Delhi. The place...
IncestHi guys this is Amit from Kolkata. This my experience when i was doing my degree.Now i am 27 years working in kolkata. We are staying in a building where 7 other families in the same building campus. My college is from 1PM to 5PM so i will be free and at home till 12:30PM and go by then. Very rarely i study.. Remaining times i used to go to neighbors house or take rest in home. There is a family next our door. Only husband and wife will be in that house, they dont have any children. Uncle is a...
Its happening today , its been 2 week since the neighbor ear me hump in the shower , wall pounding sound mixed with my moaning , Mike bbc got up listening ear on the wall not sure what he was listening too, it was incredibly exciting , as he stroke his bbc the wife asleep realising the young white boy next door like getting ass fuckedthe continuous pounding , the moaning getting more constant and loud, Mike listen to his neighbor fucking on his toy in the showeryMike cum a huge load down the...
That little girl living next door was driving me crazy! She wasn’t even all that pretty. She was a little too skinny. She was short. Her tangled-blonde hair was a mess and she was young. She was too young. Hell, she was way too young! Besides, she was my sister’s kid, she was my niece! As a 40-year-old man I had no damn business looking at a sixteen-year-old girl with lust in my eyes! Surely, only ‘dirty-old-men’ behave like that. If only I hadn’t seen her naked! If only I hadn’t touched...
Do you remember your first male-on-male encounter? This was a question someone asked me recently. I certainly do: I remember it in detail! Not only was it fantastic, but it set me on the sexual road I’ve travelled all my life since. I’d just had my 16th birthday, and Dad’s work demanded that he went to Europe for a twelve month spell. Mum wanted to go with him, but I didn’t want to go because that would have interfered with my schooling which had just reached a crucial point. The solution was...
GayNote : this story is complete fictional! Catherine toyed with her bald pussy. I could feel my dick getting hard just watching her from my window. It was pushing through my pants, begging to escape, so I let my nine inches free. I wrapped my hand around my dick, stroking it slowly as I watched her. I loved the way her body moved. I wanted to be one of her fingers as I watched her move them in and out of her faster and faster. She rubbed her little clit, moaning louder and louder. I couldn’t hear...
IncestWe survived midterms and our first two scrimmages. We played five full games against the varsity, but I don't think that helped them all that much. Well, maybe a little. It taught us all to defend against the outside shot. Our gym had been striped with the new three-point line which counterbalanced the odds of making the shot from out there. Except Josh and I were deadly from the top of the key. Whitney's baseline shot was even more accurate. She could hit it from fully in the corner and...
The clan was downright reserved and demure Sunday. I guess after our Friday night explosion and the heat, we were all a little drained. I was a little disoriented when I woke up Sunday morning early for my special time with Rhonda. It took me a minute to decide who was lying mostly on top of me, sweating so much that if I moved she'd slide off. When I realized it was Heaven, I quickly looked around. I met Rhonda's eye. She had that fake surprised look on her face and glanced down at April...
The year was moving quickly to a close. The last five weeks of school seemed to be flying past. Somehow, I managed to spend time with each of my local girlfriends, even though Elaine was in Indianapolis until Memorial Day and Jennifer and Courtney were in school until the twelfth. Once I understood what Whitney's plan was, I took the beatings she gave me every day with good grace—as much as possible. I got pretty sore. I found a local natural health store that sold arnica cream. I was going...
"I'd like to say I did a lot of thinking last night. That would be a lie, though. I beat off and went to sleep. I didn't wake up until a few minutes ago." I'd rolled out of bed wide awake and alert at exactly four-thirty. I started talking to Rhonda as soon as I got my teeth brushed and headed for the kitchen. I wanted to do something special for my girls and decided on raspberry almond scones. It was still too early in the season for local berries, but I'd seen raspberries at Kroger's...
To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. Our season was Christmas and we barely got home from Savannah in time to celebrate. Joanne arrived at the same time and we met her and Amy at the airport before we came home. I rode with Joanne and Amy while the five girls with me picked up my car from the parking lot and drove it home. "I'm going to the dorm," Amy said. "I'm just hoping there is still someone around who wants to play." "Just be careful of...
School was quiet. Even the twins seemed to turn and go a different direction when any of us were near. I didn't like the idea that people were afraid of us, but Geoff was openly hanging out with Kevin and Leonard and no one was hassling any of them. I noted that most of the younger cousins were wearing their belts subtly integrated into their daily wear. A couple of the girls had tied them with four-in-hand knots around their necks. They were pulled through the belt loops of jeans and tied...
Two weeks later, on Doreen’s birthday, I was introduced to a very nice guy named Tony Durand, Sandy’s new boyfriend. She hadn’t explicitly said that our Valentine’s night was a goodbye fuck, but I certainly wouldn’t be doing it again while she was dating someone. “Don’t be angry,” Doreen said. “She was still deciding if she wanted to let anything develop between them on V-Day.” I was slipping in and out of Doreen. I guess I’d been a little rough. It wasn’t being mad. We all knew that Sandy...