From: ritarich@my-dejanews.com
Subject: ASSCON-LV4 My Life As a Dog

Hello darlings,

I behaved like such a bad puppy at ASSCON-LV4, did I not?  It must have
started when TallGuy, SaiBaba, Karen and I arrived at the Olympic Garden
around 10:30, just in time to catch the end of the boy show upstairs.  Karen
was so cool about everything because she used to work in a club where boys
danced but I was absolutely beside myself and quivering in my seat like a
little wet chihuahua every time I looked around the room. By the time we were
settled at a table the Deejay announced the last song of the evening and 
Karen and I decided to get our first and only lap dance with Val, a need-I-
say-muscular guy with need-I-say-long-brown-hair.  Unfortunately, despite 
magnificent legs, Val's techniques were not so much to my liking.  I was 
wearing that little top with the feather bosom.  For all I know Val was
engaging in tribadinous acts with Karen, but when he turned to me he kept
bending his head down and blowing his nose into my feathers.  I am a kinky
girl but this was not doing it for me.	Oh well.  I made up for it later 
when all you guys arrived and I happily jumped from lap to lap like an
attention-deficit poodle.  What a lovely trip.	I haven't been around much
due to graduate school applications, poetry-writing and my job as a 
professional spankee, but here is something I wrote about that surreal city:

THIS CITY COMPARED TO BARCELONA

In this city, things can be easily paired:
Renoir's woman in the loge collides with her topless
predecessors gyrating in their cages;
Paris' scaffolding glows gold in the late afternoon sun
while across the street a pop tune,
synchronized to so much water,
rouses me...

At night the bright white Egyptian beacon glowers.
Then, at dawn, we finally feel something called
the neon blush of Las Vegas