...and before I knew what I was doing, I had kicked the
typewriter and threw it around the room and made it beg for
mercy. At this point the typewriter pleaded for me to dress
him in feminine attire but instead I pressed his margin release
over and over again until the typewriter lost consciousness.
Presently, I regained consciousness and realized with shame what
I had done. My shame is gone and now I am looking for a
submissive typewriter, any color, or model. No electric
typewriters please!
-- Rick Kleiner
