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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4120 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention The Catalog Mac (R. D. McManes) The peel away label is addressed to me I wet my index finger and open it near the middle. a reclining lady dressed in red satin and white frilly lace, smiles. I smile back cordially. I check the label. Turning to the next page another unknown lady sits in a reproduction Louis the fourteenth chair, wearing an attractive set of matching black panties and under-wire bra. Her mouth is slightly open, eyes half closed, I swear the page has a fresh wet look. Each subsequent page has one and sometimes more ladies dressed in revealing fashion red and black colors peculate in my mind beds, chairs, ceilings, floors, and walls standing, sitting, reclining, leaning, one is even crouching like a cat. Normally all catalogs end up same day in a waste can, fonder for a distant landfill. It is addressed to me. |
