[Faith-talk] Christianity

[David Andrews]

We are doing what we can to trace it -- unfortunately there isn't a 
lot that can be done.  Someone is spoofing e-mail addresses, that is 
deliberately changing them to make it look like the message is coming 
from someone that it actually isn't.  Mine has been spoofed too.  It 
is happening on many blindness-related lists, not just nfbnet.org 
lists.  As I say, we are trying to track down, but from the mailing 
list software it looks like the messages are from legitimate users.

Dave

At 10:10 AM 2/18/2010, you wrote:
>I have never seen anything like this in my life.  How can this be 
>happening? Dave, can we trace this?  Is this against the law?
>Sincerely,
>Mary Wurtzel
>
>>----- Original Message -----
>>From: Beth Kats <bethkats at samobile.net
>>To: faith-talk at nfbnet.org
>>Date sent: Wed, 17 Feb 2010 18:51:55 -0800
>>Subject: [Faith-talk] Christianity
>
>>The last year of high school was turning out to be a boring
>bitch.  That
>>was, until yesterday when my folks, both teachers announced that
>they
>>would be attending a conference.
>
>>"Uncle Mike says you can stay with him for the week we are away.
>He is
>>even closer to the school, so you can walk there."
>
>>My Uncle Mike is my mother's younger brother.  He developed some
>>stupid software that has to do with pole taking.  He was bought
>out by one
>>of the big polling companies for five million bucks.  He now is
>retired at
>>the age of twenty-one and is he enjoying it.  He has two houses;
>one in
>>the big city, a high-rise condo, the other one is his old house
>near us.  He
>>has been a big brother to me since I was born.  I learned how to
>throw a
>>fastball from him, how to attract girls later.  He's cool and
>fun.
>
>>They left on a Friday and I came home from school directly to his
>house.
>>My 'rents had cleverly left a suitcase with clothes for me.
>Little did I
>>know what little use I would have for them?  (Hah, got you
>interested huh?
>>You fucking pervs want to see a naked 18 year old.)
>
>>I rang the doorbell, Jack Russell, Mike's dog barked like a crazy
>nut.  Then
>>he smelled me through the door and shut up.  He was amazing the
>way he
>>knew who was his enemy and who was a friend.  Incidentally, Jack
>was a
>>Jack Russell Terrier and Mike with no imagination named him Jack.
>"So
>>he won't get confused," Mike explained.
>
>>Mike opened the door.  He was wearing his under shorts.  His
>muscled
>>bare chest was dripping with sweat.
>
>>"Stop staring at my chest, you fruit cake," said Mike, holding
>Jack's collar
>>to keep him from escaping the house.  "He's got a girl friend on
>the next
>>block, a miserable flea trap, but he likes them low down."
>
>>"How old is Jack?"
>
>>"Same age as me."
>
>>"What?"
>
>>"In door years, he's twenty years old."
>
>>We preceding into the house.  "How about a work out with me?"
>
>>"I'm a little tired from school all day.  I don't know."
>
>>"Oh poor baby.  Only your ass is tired from sitting.  Strip and
>meet me in
>>the gym."
>
>>Jack followed me into my room.  I think he thought I might have
>some gin
>>in my suitcase.  He loves gin and orange juice.  Besides that,
>his main
>>food is hamburger and onions.
>
>>I realized that I had no proper gym clothes, or even trainers.
>So I just
>>wore my briefs and bare feet.  When Mike saw me come into the
>workout
>>area he shouted, "Oh to be eighteen again.  What skin, what a
>bulge in
>>your briefs.  I think you inherited the economy size family
>prick.  Oh stop
>>blushing.  That's a good thing."
>
>>I began doing arm lifts, Mike got on the treadmill.  The place
>began to
>>smell of man sweat and it was getting to me.  "Hey Oliver (he
>calls me any
>>of twenty different names, changing every minute.) I think you
>are getting
>>a woody.  Please show some respect for Jack."
>
>>We continued working out for one hour.  I gave in first.  "Hey
>Unk, I'm
>>hungry.  You got any of Jack's hamburger left?"
>
>>"He doesn't have that anymore, at least not right now.  He
>decided he'd
>>too fat and he went on a diet."
>
>>"You're kidding.  Did he tell you that?"
>
>>"No, he just refused his hamburger and onions and started eating
>my plate
>>of vegetables.  He's also into salad."
>
>>"What a character."
>
>>"Anyway, I've got some great steaks for you Chadwick."
>
>>He really did have them.  They were at least a pound and a half
>of porter
>>house.  He made a big salad and a smaller one for Jack who
>smacked his
>>lips in appreciation.  There were beers on the table.  Mike said
>nothing, he
>>didn't want to seem to be offering them to me, but the hint was
>there and I
>>finished three during dinner.  I helped clean up which was quick
>and easy,
>>then I told Mike that I was bushed and wanted to go up for a
>quick snooze.
>
>>I fell asleep in the guest room for about a half hour.  I was
>awakened by
>>Jack jumping up on the bed and staring at me.  Uncle Mike came
>in.  "I see
>>you're awake.  He does that to me too stares me into
>wakefulness."
>
>>Mike sat on the bed.  "Tell me Alphonse, have you been laid yet?"
>
>>Wow, that came out of nowhere, but I am very comfortable talking
>private
>>things with Uncle Mike.  Hd was the one who told me the big
>secret of
>>how babies were conceived, when I was ten years old.
>
>>"No, I'm a virgin."
>
>>"No blow jobs?"
>
>>"No, and that's enough questions."
>
>>"Well the reason I brought this up is that I know your only
>outlet is your
>>hand and I have a better idea and it's right in the room."
>
>>"You goin' blow me."
>
>>"No Oliver, but Jack will."
>
>>I sat up in surprise.  You mean you taught him to suck cock?"
>
>>"No, he comes by it naturally.  Slip off your briefs and say
>"suck me", he'll
>>get right to it and he is really good, Walter."
>
>>I lay naked leaning back, my shoulders were against Mike's warm
>chest.
>>"Suck me!"  I ordered not believing for a moment that this was
>going to
>>work.  Mike was such a kidder, but Jack's ears went down in an
>odd way,
>>as though he was embarrassed, then he stared at me a minute so as
>to say
>>"let's keep this between us."
>
>>I murmured, "Don't ask, don't tell."
>
>>His paws when on either side of my hips.  His gigantic red tongue
>unfurled
>>and he wrapped it against my rapidly rising dick.  He swirled.  I
>moaned
>>slightly, but as his treatment continued, I found I moaned
>continuously.
>>Then he began a rapid corkscrewing of his tongue and I began my
>orbiting
>>in a sexual haze.
>
>>"Good boy, Clyde, just relax into your coming cum.  That gives
>you the
>>best release."
>
>>He was stroking my chest.  Believe me, I am sensitive on my
>nipples and
>>that hastened my stiffening up and screaming out my ejaculation,
>>then....everything went blank.  This was too intense a cum for me
>to stay
>>conscious.
>
>>When I awoke, I was neatly covered up and Mike was nowhere to be
>>scene, but I heard a slight whimper coming from the fireplace.
>There sat
>>Jack, on his haunches, lapping on a Screw Driver.  He glanced at
>me, then
>>went back to his alcoholic indulgences.
>
>>I fell back and snuggled down under the coverlet.  The next time
>I awoke,
>>it was early morning with the sun just coming into the room.
>Mike also
>>had arrived.  He came over to the bed.  "Hey Clem, have you ever
>had
>>your ass rimmed?"
>
>>Unk was full of sexual adventure this visit.  Rimming?  Yeah I
>heard of it.
>>I think it was some kind of yucky sex act, but Mike explained to
>me that
>>Jack was a master of the act.  "We can push up our asses and see
>what
>>happens.   Before I knew it, there we were, Uncle and Nephew on
>our
>>elbows and knees, the morning ass making our puckers tight.
>
>>I waited.  Nothing.  Then I felt Jack's hot breath on my ass hole
>and then
>>his stiff whiskers moving over my pucker.  I could feel him
>sniffing.  It felt
>>so good I almost cried out, but I didn't want to seem like a baby
>in front of
>>Mike.  Meanwhile Mike whispered to me, "The dumb dog is
>signifying that
>>he has already enjoyed my ass, he is more interested in yours."
>
>>I was a little nervous that the dog might not be satisfied with
>licking, that
>>he might try to mount me.  I have heard about things like that.
>Mike
>>realized my worry.  "Listen Aubrey, if he does decide to fuck
>you,
>>remember, his cock is small compared to ours.  You probably won't
>be
>>bothered by the bugger."  But just then, Jack put his hunting dog
>paws
>>around my hips, like a lover, I could feel his moist dick pushed
>at the door
>>of my ass.  I let out a frightened sob.
>
>>Mike said, "Look, suck my finger.  It will help you forget what
>is
>>happening at your back door."  He inserted his big manly digit
>into my
>>boyish lips and I took to it like a pro.  I sucked it with all my
>might, out of
>>fear.  Then it happened, Jack entered my hot passage.  It didn't
>hurt, but it
>>sure felt strange.  His size prevented him from going deep, but
>its angle
>>kept hitting my little, hard prostate and that was sending
>passion stars to
>>my sexed up brain.
>
>>I was too in the throes of this new experience to realize that
>Mike had
>>gently extracted his finger and had turned his body around so
>that his
>>prodigious family sized cock was pressing against my lips.
>Automatically I
>>opened my lips like a good zonked boy.  He moved in.  His precum
>was
>>intoxicating and I began tonguing the shaft.  More honey oozed
>out and I
>>was off; I was now a fucked boy and I sucking boy, but I didn't
>care.
>>Electrical sparks were running up and down my teen back.
>
>>"That's it Percy, you got it.  It feels so good.  How's your fuck
>going?"
>
>>I only groaned.  "Good, that groan tells me you are happy and in
>lust.  But
>>keep sucking.  I am getting close.  You have the hottest boi lips
>and I can't
>>hold off much longer."
>
>>"Then a strange thing happened.  First Jack ejaculated into my
>>fundaments; then Mike shouted and stiffened and treated my mouth
>and
>>tonsils with his fragrant cum.  That proved to be too much for
>me, my own
>>cock exploded so hard and so much that I again almost passed out.
>
>>When Mike and I got our breath back we checked out Jack.  He was
>>already sleeping on his back, snoring audibly.  Mike said that I
>was broken
>>in ass-wise, and I should be ready for the main event with a
>relatives
>>cornholing.
>
>>"Tell you what Freddie," I said to Mike.  "I think I'd like to
>get into the act
>>of fucking.  It's the only thing I haven't done yet this weekend.
>What do
>>you say."
>
>>With a lisp like Boris Karloff he said, "Frankenstein, you have
>become a
>>monster, but youth must be served.  Wake me in the morning and
>fuck
>>me."