Posted by Ay-Wun on September 28, 2006 at 19:24:56:
Guadalahara, Jal, Mexico
Dear Frank: Just a few lines to let you know what's been going on with me and the family, and to maybe clue you in on a good investment.
First of all, the wife is just as gorgeous and sexy as ever, the boys are in their teens now, 14 and 16, and growing like weeds. All here are in good health, hope this finds you the same.
But, here's what I'm really writing about. We just bought this
fabuluos product, brand new on the market, called a "Clemmy-Clone", and I just thought you might want to get in on the ground floor action before it comes on the market in Mexico. What this product is , is an almost fully automatic, social, sexual, and super food item. Actually, it is a scientificaly modified clone of a plump, but very attractive woman. We got ours ahead of the retail market, because of a tip my boss gave me, (He has a piece of the company.) by ordering on line at: www.clemmy-clone.com I won't mention the prices,(My boss told me not to.)because they are likely to be changing soon.
Anyhow, what we got, by overnight delivery, was what the company calls a "Stassis Box", it is a six foot long coffin shaped aluminum box, with a small depression in the top containing a remote control attached by velcro. The instructions for use are very simple, and stenciled right on the top next to the remote. They go into a little detail, but boil down to
"Push the red activating button on the remote"
OK, so I pushed the button. There were two distinct clicks, then a whirring sound, like an electric motor, and then the top splits down the middle length-wise, and the two sides lift up to the virtical, then drop down into recesses on either side, exposing a pretty, plump, woman dressed in shorts and halter top. Immediatly she sits up and says,
"Hi, I'm Clemmy, at your service."
With this, she gets out of the box. Well, since she said hi, we, the wife, me, and the boys all introduce ourselves.
She turns back to the box, and takes out the remote, which is
still reachable through a cut-out in the side matching its place on
the lid. Then, she asks us whether we want to cook her right away, or have some preliminaries, such as, stimulating conversation, on almost any subject, the latest gossip about what's going on in our area, some really hot fore-play and talk, or get right into the sex. Well we looked at each other, and by the looks on all of their faces, I knew what the answer was to that,
"Let's get right into the sex," I said,"What have you got to offer?"
Stripping off the shorts and halter, and putting them into the
box, she says,
"I can do just about any kind of sex you want."
With that, she unbuckles and unzips my pants, drops them and my shorts down and takes hold of my already very hard dick. As she does this, she pulls my head down and gives me a fabuluos kiss, with a tongue that seems to go halfway down my throat, well it probably wasn't that deep, but it sure felt like it. Then as she breaks the kiss, she scans all three of us and say,
"Well, who's first or do you want some kind of kinky combo?"
Well Frank, I'm going to disappoint you now, I'm not going into detail here, it's sorta family private, but the next three hours were the most fantastic sex any of us had ever had. After that three hour session, all four of us were just about tapped out sexually, while she seemed ready to go on forever. She could tell that we were done though, and said,
"Well, I guess it's time to get me on to cook, what kind of accessories do you have?"
Well, we had gone whole hog, bought the big oven, big pot, spit, and charcoal grill/rotisserie combo (You can get this in electric too.). Since there were just the four of us, I told her we'd probably just want a family sized roast and a lot of other cuts for other meals.
"We might do you whole when we have a party," I told her.
"Do you have a lot of freezer space,or will you take me apart piece by piece while I stay alive in my stassis box?"
"Oh, we've got lots of freezer space," says the wife, "So why don't we do it that way this time, it's kind of what we're used to."
"OK," says Clemmy, "Let me just get the necessary stuff out,
and I'll program it in to the remote."
She opens a storage locker at the foot of the box, and pulls out a large collapsable bucket, a large plastic bag with handles at one end, and a tube attached at the other,a pair of shears and a large plastic sheet. She puts the sheet on the kitchen work counter, the bucket and bag on top of it, then climbs up there herself with the remote in her hand.
"Now when I'm dead, you'll have to put the bag on top of what's in the bucket, my head on top of it and keep it all in the freezer with my meat." she told us, "Then, when you've eaten all the meat,oh by the way, make sure you put all the scraps in the freezer with the bucket, then lay the sheet on a flat surface, the floor will do, push the green button on the remote, and sit back and watch my show."
After saying this, she took the remote, and began punching into the keyboard.
"There's a manual in the storage compartment if any of you want to
learn how to do this, but I usually do it myself."
After putting in the program she lays on the counter propped on her left elbow, and with her right hand, she ran a finger down her middle from the sternum nearly down to her pussy. When she did this, she just opened up. She sat up and with both hands spread herself apart, reached in and pulled all her guts out and put them in the bucket. With most of them out, she picked up the shears and snipped them off.
"Doesn't that hurt?", asked the wife.
"Oh yes," said Clemmy, "Quite a lot, but I've been conditioned to work through it, and even enjoy it some."
There didn't seem to be a whole lot of blood in this process, and I later read in the manual,that a special clotting agent kept down the spillage. After emptying out her guts, she laid back and took the plastic bag by its hanging strap, which she looped over her left wrist and let hang over the edge of the counter. Then she took the attached tube, which had a large needle on the end which she stabbed into the left carotid artery in her throat, and lay back to let her heart pump her blood into the bag.
In about twenty minutes, the flow of blood had slowed. Suddenly, a small battery operated pump built into the base of the needle took over,and pumped the remaining blood out. When the blood stopped, something really surprising happened, the whole body just came apart, joint by joint, section by section. This is really an amazing thing to see. So, you see, we didn't even have to butcher the body, as we had thought we would have to do.
So, we gathered up the parts we weren't going to have for dinner wrapped them in plastic, and put them in the freezer. Then the wife cooked up a nice rump roast for dinner, and it was the most delicious meat I had ever tasted. The meat, this first time lasted about two weeks, including a small dinner party with two other couples.
After we'd eaten all her meat, we put Clemmy's bones, head, and
other remains on the sheet on the dining room floor. We put each
thing in just about the position we thought it should go, but found
out later, from the manual, that we could just dump it in a pile. Then I pushed the green button on the remote, and we were all amazed at what then happened. Tentacles appeared from the ends of the bones. They slithered out, seeking other tentacles, and finding them,retracted and in a very short time, the entire skeleton was intact. When this was done, muscles and tendons began to reconstitute themselves.
It is a really creepy (No pun intended.) sight to see this meat sort of oozing together. Then, over all, the skin began to reform, the head sprouted tentacles from the neck and reattached itself to the new neck. The needle was still in the artery and suddenly,the pump came on, pumping the blood back into the body. I put the bag of
blood up on a chair to speed up the process, and in a few minutes,
the pump cut off as her heart came to life.
When I saw this, I held the bag up,(We later discovered there was a stand for this purpose in the storage compartment.)and soon it was empty. It couldn't have been more than a minute after this, that Clemmy's eyes blinked open, she moved her lips, moved her head around, then began flexing all her limbs. When she had satisfied herself that everything was in order, she cleared her throat and said,
"Will there be anything else right now, or may I retire to my stassis box?" I said,
"That will be fine Clemmy, we'll be needing you again this weekend, as we're having a big barbecue party."
"I'll look forward to it.", she said, as she replaced her shorts and halter, and lay down in th box. The top then rose up and closed itself, sealing her in.
You can either buy Clemmy, as we did, in which case you must
also buy the stassis box, or you can get her on rental. With the
rental, you can buy her by the hour, day, week, or month. If you
rent, Clemmy comes and rings your doorbell, you must be finished
with whatever you intend to her, and have her intact at the
specified time or pay triple rental on the remaining time.
So Frank, can't you see the great possibilities in investing
in this? The Mexican franchise could bring in a fortune.
The contact address, (I've already given you the URL.) is:
Well Frank that's all for now, hope to hear from you soon,
your old buddy Jim
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