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Short Story

Clouds of smoke waft aimlessly through the damp air as the sultry tones of Aurelia Dobre enveloped the decadent nightclub. The line "Nothing Compares 2 Me" left her mouth, her voice teasing the men present, prodding them to want, to feel, urging them into greater ecstasy. They all needed her tonight, and she knew it. She was to be their object, their outlet. Dobre let out a smile. It had been a long struggle for Dobre. The lost look in her eyes showcased the years of hopelessness and pain she had to endure at the hands of others. She had always been different. When other kids were content just to sit on the grass, Dobre wanted to roll around naked on it. She mastered the straddle split at age 6 and never looked back. People accused her of sleeping to the top of the gymnastics community but she replied, "I got there didn't I?" The ends justified the means, or did they? Now, here she was, peddling her wares, to put food on the table and a change machine near her bed.

Then, he walked in. He calmly walked over, sat down, and ordered a drink. He looked at her, not with hunger, but with disgust. Not with need, nor want, but with contempt and hatred. This troubled her, and she realized that she was drawn to him. After her act was finished, she sauntered over to him in her leather mini-skirt and matching jacket and sat down at his table. She ordered a drink and then addressed the very question that was troubling her. "Do you hate me?", she asked. "Not anymore than you hate yourself." he replied. "Do you want me? If you do, I'm yours." she offered, a touch of pleading in her voice. "No:' he replied, his voice vacant of emotion. "Why?", she asked, almost in tears. He went on to explain, "I could not bring myself to sleepwith a person I didn't respect because then sex would be an act of pity instead of the selfish experience it was meant to be. "Dobre walked away hurt. She knew he spoke the truth. At that moment she could've had any man in that room except one, the only one she wanted, the one she couldn't conquer. She felt hollow, she felt no reason or urge to fight for her self-respect. She let herself be used that night. Used and abused and thrown away. Whereas she once felt pride in her conquests, she finally realized that she could not gain self-respect nor self-esteem by sleeping with those that were weaker than her. In the morning, she slowly started to walk home, her head low with shame. Dobre had lost again.

The Grapevine

Due to "excessive carpet burns on the nose" from low landings on FX and BB, the Chinese will be taking a year off for strength training by joining the communist army...Shushunova was spotted next to an aircraft carrier, we're still not positive which one was Shushunova...Lashonova was arrested on suspicion of killing 42 people and maiming 12 last night in Riga...Lavinia Agache, hospitalized from pulling her pants up too high, too fast, is on the road to recovery and said that Potorac is outside waiting to take her home on her motorcycle...Kurt Thomas has reset his goals to the 2000 Olympics where he hopes to medal...Dobre, recently posing nude for "Playboy", was said to have recieved $50,000, not bad, and Mike Jacki is over 48.