Keyword
in
Collection
Date
to
Download Folder

0 items

Houstonian 1987
The Community
Citation
MLA
APA
Chicago/Turabian
Students of the University of Houston. Houstonian 1987 - The Community. Special Collections, University of Houston Libraries. University of Houston Digital Library. Web. August 22, 2014. http://digital.lib.uh.edu/collection/yearb/item/25027/show/24890.

Disclaimer: This is a general citation for reference purposes. Please consult the most recent edition of your style manual for the proper formatting of the type of source you are citing. If the date given in the citation does not match the date on the digital item, use the more accurate date below the digital item.

Students of the University of Houston. Houstonian 1987 - The Community. Houstonian Yearbook Collection. Special Collections, University of Houston Libraries. Retrieved from http://digital.lib.uh.edu/collection/yearb/item/25027/show/24890

Disclaimer: This is a general citation for reference purposes. Please consult the most recent edition of your style manual for the proper formatting of the type of source you are citing. If the date given in the citation does not match the date on the digital item, use the more accurate date below the digital item.

Students of the University of Houston, Houstonian 1987 - The Community, Houstonian Yearbook Collection, Special Collections, University of Houston Libraries, accessed August 22, 2014, http://digital.lib.uh.edu/collection/yearb/item/25027/show/24890.

Disclaimer: This is a general citation for reference purposes. Please consult the most recent edition of your style manual for the proper formatting of the type of source you are citing. If the date given in the citation does not match the date on the digital item, use the more accurate date below the digital item.

URL
Embed Image
Compound Item Description
Title Houstonian 1987
Creator (LCNAF)
  • Students of the University of Houston
Caption The Houstonian is the official yearbook of the University of Houston.
Subject.Name (LCNAF)
  • University of Houston
Language English
Format (IMT)
  • image/jpeg
Digital Collection Houstonian Yearbook Collection
Digital Collection URL http://digital.lib.uh.edu/collection/yearb
Repository Special Collections, University of Houston Libraries
Repository URL http://info.lib.uh.edu/about/campus-libraries-collections/special-collections
Use and Reproduction This image is in the public domain and may be used freely. If publishing in print, electronically, or on a website, please use the citation button above. To request higher resolution images, please use the Request High Res button above.
File name index.cpd
Item Description
Title The Community
Creator (LCNAF)
  • Students of the University of Houston
Caption The Houstonian is the official yearbook of the University of Houston.
Subject.Name (LCNAF)
  • University of Houston
Repository Special Collections, University of Houston Libraries
Use and Reproduction This image is in the public domain and may be used freely. If publishing in print, electronically, or on a website, please use the citation button above. To request higher resolution images, please use the Request High Res button above.
File name yearb_1987_262.jpg
Transcript so I asked him to describe himself. The expected four inches was the reply. I told him I knew a way to help him with his problem and began instructing him to do a series of erotic exercises. We could hear him yelping in pain and could not help but laugh. When he asked what the noise was, I told him I had all my dominatrix friends over and that we were all laugh- I now nave (continued from page 263) these guys pay twenty bucks to talk to a woman for ten minutes when they could buy a bottle of M/D 20-20, get some hapless co-ed drunk and talk to her all night. Most of the men (and women) I spoke to seemed like your average American. Admittedly, about 3 out of 10 were complete degenerates. About one out of ten just wanted to talk. I once got a call from two kids who said that the woman they used to speak to was their "psychiastrist" and would I please take her place now? One fellow called me regularly just to BS about his job. I became quite fond of some of my regular customers. I received several calls from a high school student in Garland, Texas. At the end of our sessions, he would always tell me, "Babs, you're an animal!" He was an animal too — once he had three orgasms in the course of twenty minutes. And what was really great about him was that he sent his high school friends to me as well. That brings up one of the quirks involved with phone-sex — listening to thirty guys a day experiencing orgasms. It was always great fun to hold the phone in the middle of the room and have the rest of the girls listen to a particularly vocal climax. Some men were quite gentlemanly after their peak, asking such things as, "Did you enjoy yourself also?" celebrity status at parties as a conversation piece. " with real concern in their voices, while others would hang up without saying anything. Jerks. I knew that some men I spoke to were family men because sometimes, in the middle of a sentence, the conversation would suddenly turn to a fictional sales report, which put a real damper on the poor fellow's erection. And, of course, we got wier- dos. The most common deviate I talked to was the submissive type. I don't know why, but there are a lot of men out there that want to be hurt. The first time I got one of these calls, I wasn't exactly sure what to say to him. I remember when I asked him what he was into, he said, "Humiliation." I told him that from there on out he had to call me Mistress. Naturally, he forgot about this constantly, which conveniently brought about the need for him to be punished. By this time, all the girls were listening in and giving me suggestions on what to do to this unfortunate. I told him to lie on his back and that I was going to step on him with my stiletto heels. This didn't seem to excite him too much, ing at him. This just about sent him to the moon. I was always glad when these masochists called because it gave all of us a chance to laugh and get somebody back instead of getting used all the time. One fairly sick person from whom I received several calls was a man, who I, at first, thought was interested in me, but was more interested in my boy-friend. He was constantly asking me, "Do you know any young boys that we could have sex with?" Once I replied, "Well, I know some 19-year olds." He replied, "No, I mean young boys." Women occasionally called me as well. After they had their orgasm, I always told them about several local lesbian bars. It was so depressing to talk to the lesbians — most of them had a husband and kids, and felt trapped in a situation where their sexuality was stifled. Rarely did I receive calls from men who really wanted to do harm to me. One of the most extreme calls I ever got was from a man who kept asking me if I would do anything. Well, of course I'll do anything over the phone. He asked if I would get on my knees, no problem. He then asked if I would feel his body; well, ok; y. He then told me that he wis going to use me for a bathroc ti stool and began having an c - gasm. What was I supposed o do, say forget it and hang u; ? Despite what you may thii k I did not consider these exan - pies really that bad. They we e depraved, but they were n t what I would consider mental y disturbed. They had fetishe;, but I spoke to a few men whc I would not want to meet und r any circumstances. I remember one night I r< ceived a call from a man name 1 Jack who said that he was i Prairie View on a ranch. I aske I him to describe himself to n - and he described a shrimp - - short, pink, ugly and 40 yeai i old, but he emphatically tol ! me that he was a cowboy, asked him what prompted hir to call me tonight, and he sai! that his parents had gone to vis it his grandparents. Hmmn. forty years old and still live with his parents? Okay. He seemed kind of shy, so gently led into the conversatior After ten minutes, I hung up o; him (as we were supposed t< do, telling that the compute was cutting them off). Abou five minutes later, one of th« operators called out, "Do an; of you want to take a call for ; 18-year-old black female?" W< normally rotate the calls, bu something strange must havt been happening. I said I woulc take it. It was Jack again. I triec to change my voice and led him through the scenario once more. Five minutes later, I got another call. This time for a forty-year-old woman. It was Jack again. I disguised my voice once more. He had tried harder, with each phone call to convince one of the women with whom he was speaking to come to Prairie View. And each time I told him no, he got a little angrier. He started calling the other girls, entreating them all to come to Prairie View and service him. I got Jack again, and by this time there was no 264