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Is there any way to get semen stains out of black socks?
me and my boyfriend were fooling around, we don't have sex but we do other stuff.. he was in his boxer shorts and i was teasing him playing footsies around his crotch. his penis started to get hard and it popped out of the hole in his boxers. just for fun i got the idea to tease him by rubbing his cock with my foot. he seemed to like it so i kept going, i even put it between my feet and squeezed them together and stroked it up and down like i do when i give him a handjob. i wasn't trying to make him ***, i was just trying to tease him but he came anyway. i've never made him *** that quickly before! the bad part is i was wearing black socks. it happened so fast i wasn't expecting it at all, semen just started coming out like crazy! there was way more then usual and it got all over my socks, like big huge globs of it, and like a whole river going down my one sock. it was so thick and wet that i could feel it soaking thru on my feet! my boyfriend apologized because usually hes supposed to warn me first, but he said he didn't have time because he didn't know he was going to *** so soon. i took the socks off and tried to rinse them in the sink but it was too late, most of it already soaked thru and it was starting to dry. even the spots that did wash off, it left white marks behind. i know my mom's gonna see them when she does the laundry and she'll probably ask me where i got the stains from. she would kill me if she knew i had a boyfriend and i was fooling around with him, even though we don't have sex, she doesn't even want me kissing a boy or anything. i need to wash those stains out before she sees them! what should i use, like what would be the best thing to get semen stains out of black socks?

First of all great Footjob ;D
You should try washing them with warm water and some detergent and i am sure it will go away

What do you think of my writing?
I just want to know what you think be honest. And what writing grade level would you put me in? Sorry if its a bit long.

He threw the first punch. No lie he really did but let me take you guys back a bit. It all started on a day like any other. Cliché I know but what are you gonna do sue me? It really was a day like any other school hadn’t started yet so campus was pretty much bare. The only people that would ever be on campus in the middle of july were clan members. But back on topic I saw ace walking on my way to the student store. I knew ace from my clan he was a small and for lack of a better word geeky looking guy. He was 5’5 at most and skinny. He wore the large glasses with the thick black frames more for the look I am assuming. Then again you know what they say about assuming. His voice was a bit high and even girlish. So if you met Ace without knowing him you would probably think in your head hes a punk. You would think he was the kind of guy who got picked on or beat up or thrown in lockers but you would be horribly wrong. See in my own opinion ace has what they call short man’s complex in other words he is not to be messed with. It really could be detrimental to your health. Sadly most freshman on a quest to seem tough don’t realize this. I don’t see how picking on a guy half your size would make you tough but they seem to think it will. He was headed to the office so we decided to walk together making small talk. When who did we run into but two freshman. Or as Ace likes to call them fresh meat.

They were average sized guys big for freshman. They were both around 5’10 but one hadn’t quite filled out yet and was skinny as they come. The other had filled out a bit to much and with zero muscle if you know what I mean. If you don’t the guy was a total fat@ss. They were talking to two older guys who knew me and Ace. On there quest to look oh so tough they decided to start talking to us. Now me I’m a big guy or should I say a huge guy so they didn’t want it with me no they were after ace. They started with the usual taunts commenting on his sexuality. They never seem to realize it says more about there sexuality then it does his. So Ace turned and asked them if they wanted to fight. They started laughing and the skinny guy took off his shirt. Ace looked at me with a twinkle in his eye and stepped forward and put his hands up in a boxing stance. Now at this point the older guys were cracking up and the freshmen had a little bit of fear in there eyes. I bet they were regretting talking sh!t now but it was a bit to late for that.

The fight happened pretty quick ace jumped up and punched the first freshman in the jaw. The guy stumbled back and ace pulled his legs out from under him causing the freshman to smash his head on the concrete. Then he went to town on his face smashing him over and over again. The fat one stepped up he was obviously unsure of what to do. Ace jumped up and screamed “oh what you want some too fat boy?” The guy was just standing there so Ace took matters into his own hands. He jumped up and grabbed the front of the guys shirt ****** his hand all the way back and hit him in the head three times. The guy fell and didn’t move. Did I mention ace punches hard? The guy had been knocked out cold. Ace walked over to the two older guys and started to laugh and shake hands with them knocking a couple of freshman down a few notches seemed like a real victory to them. And here comes the funny part out of the corner of my eye I saw the fat guy open one eye then he hopped up with impossible agility. He put his hands out to steady himself then took off like a rocket. So your first lesson of the day never judge a book by its cover.

It's good, but you have tons of grammar mistakes. Missing commas, periods, and capital letters. Umm I'd probably put you in grade 7 or 8. If you ignore the grammar. If you inclued the mistakes, probably grade 4. Your detail is great though, and I like the way it flows smoothly from paragraph to paragraph. Although, isn't a punk a tough sorta rebel type person? To me Ace sounds like he looks more like a geek or a nerd.

Please read and give feed back?
***this isn't my work, it's by a girl I know who asked me to get some feedback on yahoo!answers... she doesn't feel like making an account and knew I had one. Any kind of criticism is welcome (I'll just pass along the constructive stuff lol so be as harsh as you want). I believe this is the opening section.***

Every August my parents took me and my two brothers to go visit our grandmother in South Carolina and if we were good my dad would take us camping for a weekend. My mom refused to let me go until I was about six, I loved spending time outdoors with the boys. Dad, being a botanist at heart, always took us on walks pointing out the flora and fauna that crossed our paths.

The last time I was allowed to go camping I was twelve. Dad and Mark started the campfire while Danny and I went for firewood. I heard a small yelp coming from the woods. I wondered towards the noise, the small whimpering getting louder as I approached. Standing below a tree five feet away from me was the most beautiful puppy I’d ever seen. It was a little bigger than a lab puppy with long thick black fur. The poor thing’s glowing jade eyes were full of pain and fear as it cowered in a small cage.

“It’s okay, I won’t hurt you.” I cooed as I approached the snare. “I’m gonna try and let you out… if you’re a good puppy and don’t bite me I might give you a treat.”

I spoke softly about random things as I approached the cage. The puppy seemed to understand and calmed down, cocking its head to the side as I approached. I told it about my family and our camping trip as I fumbled for the right latch. I don’t know what I did but the front of the cage sprung slightly open and the dog squeezed out of the tight opening with a small yelp. A small wire that held part of the cage together left a nice gash in the dog’s side. I gathered it into my lap and did the only thing I could think of, which was to wrap my scarf around him a few times to slow the bleeding like my mom did when Mark feel off his bike and skinned his thigh last fall.

“What the hell are you doing!” a man with a gun dad bellowed as he appeared on the path.
“Helping a puppy,” I replied innocently.
“Back off, Imma shoot the son-um-uh-*****” he said as he raised his gun with an evil grin.
“I don’t think so.” I said defiantly as I stepped in front of the growling dog, “He’s MY puppy.”
“That there aint no puppy.”
“What the hell is going on?” My dad appeared behind the man with the gun.
“It’s huntin season.” The man said with a think back-woods accent.
“You’re hunting little girls? You sick bastard.” He spat at the man.
Dad clearly took the puppy off guard and his sudden appearance sent the pup limping off into the woods. Dad grabbed me by the arm and toted me towards camp, all the while ranting about the cardinal rule of camping was always stay in sight of the tent and that there were some sick people in the “po-dunk backwoods crap hole”. When we got back to camp dad made us pack up and go back to grandma’s… that was the last summer we went to visit grandma.

its ok, not great but ok.

In this poem, what does the writer mean when he says 'to regard this photograph might well dement' ?
And what does it show about his feelings? It's about world war 2 in Britain.

The celuloid of a photograph holds them well,-
Six young men, familiar to their friends.
Four decades that have faded and ochre-tinged
This photograph have not wrinkled the faces or the hands.
Though their ****** hats are not now fashionable,
Their shoes shine. One imparts an intimate smile,
One chews a grass, one lowers his eyes, bashful,
One is ridiculous with cocky pride-
Six months after this picture they were all dead.

All are trimmed for a Sunday jaunt. I know
That bilberried bank, that thick tree, that black wall,
Which are there yet and not changed. From where these sit
You hear the water of seven streams fall
To the roarer in the bottom, and through all
The leafy valley a rumouring of air go.
Pictured here, their expressions listen yet,
And still that valley has not changed its sound
Though their faces are four decades under the ground.

This one was shot in an attack and lay
Calling in the wire, then this one, his best friend,
Went out to bring him in and was shot too;
And this one, the very moment he was warned
From potting at tin cans in no-man's land,
Fell back dead with his rifle sights shot away.
The rest nobody knows what they came to,
But come to the worst they must have done, and held it
Closer than their hope; all were killed.

Here see a man's photograph,
The locket of a smile, turned overnight
Into the hospital of his mangled last
Agony and hours; see bundled in it
His mightier-than-a-man dead bulk and weight:
And on this one place that keeps him alive
(In his Sunday best) See fall war's worst
Thinkable flash and rending, onto his smile
Forty years rotting into soil.

That man's not more alive whom you confront
And shake by the hand, see hale, hear speak loud,
Than any of these six celluloid smiles are,
Nor prehistoric or fabulous beast more dead;
No thought more vivid than their smoking-blood:
To regard this photograph might well dement,
Smile from the single exposure and shoulder out
One's own body from its instant and heat.

And what does it show about his feelings?

To dement someone means to make them insane. So the line means, "Looking at this photo might drive you mad."

Is this story really true ?

Sentenced for the Rape of Guyren
By D. Bone [Straight] [Judicial Nullification] [Execution] [Warning].

The courtroom was packed as a mob of angry residents waited outside. The tears and pain of the dozen young victims had driven the townspeople to a furious rage. The court’s order had been swift. Both men had been condemned for their reign of terror against the town’s guyren. The new laws were specific in this kind of case. They were both condemned to be executed with the Rapier as their genitals were destroyed by the mace. The bailiffs handcuffed both men, and then they were both stripped of their clothing still in front of the bench. May God have mercy on your souls, the Judge said, as their relatives wept amid the crowd’s angry rage.

Then both men were dragged from the courtroom and out into the waiting mob. Both were badly abused as they were dragged through the angry crowd and up onto the raised scaffold. The younger man’s hands were tied to a rope and pulled high above his head, leaving him naked and helpless to defend himself, as the older man was forced towards the stocks. He was then tied face-up naked to a large X-frame with his legs bent at his knees and spread four feet apart at his feet. The X-frame was hinged to stand nearly vertically or to lie flat three feet in the air on a heavy platform mounted to the raised scaffold. The X-frame was tilted horizontal after he was secured to it.

The older man first had a black cloth bag secured over his head and tied around his neck. There were just a couple of small holes big enough to scream through over his mouth. Then the two inch thick by six inch wide stainless-steel brace was brought out and set into position right above his genitals by two brawny court employees. And then the executioner made his appearance, to the cheers of the crowd. The executioner was a huge man, at 6’5” and 275 lbs. He was nude from the waist up showing off his bulging and well-toned muscles, resplendent in his tight black leather pants, gloves, and boots, and with his black leather hood covering his head. Only his eyes were visible, piercing out from the small holes in his mask. The crowd grew silent as the executioner mounted the steps to the scaffold and approached the trussed prisoner.

The executioner tied some nylon rope around the condemned man’s balls and the head of his cock, which was growing erect by the second. He then painfully yanked the man’s genitals through the one and one half inch hole in the two-inch thick steel brace, and secured them into position with rope tightly bound around the root of the condemned man’s genitals and to the brace, which was then snuggly positioned against his abdomen, and securely fastened into position at either end. The Rapier was wheeled into position and secured to the heavy base of the X-frame by heavy chains. It was an evil machine that was capable of a powerful 12 inch thrust. The one purpose of the machine was the execution of prisoners, both male and female, condemned for serious sexual offenses.

The executioner opened the smaller of two cardboard boxes that had been sitting on an adjacent table. The smaller box was about three and one half inches square by 10 inches long, and he withdrew a brand-new sterile stainless-steel punishment phallus and waved it over his head at the crowd, which roared its approval. The shining steel instrument of execution was about two and one half inches in diameter, with a half inch larger head and seven 1/4th inch raised rings spaced evenly about 3/4ths of an inch apart down the shaft behind the head. The back side of the head and the rings all had sharp machined corners especially designed to inflict maximum damage. The executioner then fastened the punishment phallus to the extended arm of the Rapier, and tightened the four bolts with a wrench. Then he adjusted the stroke of the machine and centered the phallus an inch away from the older convict’s quivering anus.

When the machine was set and ready to go, the executioner opened a much larger oblong box, and withdrew a new punishment mace from inside. The punishment mace was made out of light alloy steel, with a hardened steel core for strength. It was two and one half feet long, with a rubber-wrapped handle two inches in diameter that took up eight inches at the base of the mace. The other 22 inches of the mace was three inches in diameter, with diamond-shaped raised half inch square studs that came to a quarter-inch raised point. The executioner raised the mace high above his head and warmed-up his right arm as the crowd grew louder and louder. The condemned man’s penis was now fully erect, and his genitals had by now turned a dark shade of purple.

The executioner then flipped the switch and the Rapier made a quick stroke, as the older condemned man screamed at the top of his lungs. The younger man suspended nearby tightly closed his eyes and began to whimper. When the Rapier withdrew ther

Just another day at Guantanamo....

Allen Ginsberg's poem "sunflower sutra" what is it about? please help?
im not good with english :(

I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and
sat down under the huge shade of a Southern
Pacific locomotive to look at the sunset over the
box house hills and cry.
Jack Kerouac sat beside me on a busted rusty iron
pole, companion, we thought the same thoughts
of the soul, bleak and blue and sad-eyed,
surrounded by the gnarled steel roots of trees of
machinery.
The oily water on the river mirrored the red sky, sun
sank on top of final Frisco peaks, no fish in that
stream, no hermit in those mounts, just ourselves
rheumy-eyed and hungover like old bums
on the riverbank, tired and wily.
Look at the Sunflower, he said, there was a dead gray
shadow against the sky, big as a man, sitting
dry on top of a pile of ancient sawdust--
--I rushed up enchanted--it was my first sunflower,
memories of Blake--my visions--Harlem
and Hells of the Eastern rivers, bridges clanking Joes
Greasy Sandwiches, dead baby carriages, black
treadless tires forgotten and unretreaded, the
poem of the riverbank, condoms & pots, steel
knives, nothing stainless, only the dank muck
and the razor-sharp artifacts passing into the
past--
and the gray Sunflower poised against the sunset,
crackly bleak and dusty with the smut and smog
and smoke of olden locomotives in its eye--
corolla of bleary spikes pushed down and broken like
a battered crown, seeds fallen out of its face,
soon-to-be-toothless mouth of sunny air, sunrays
obliterated on its hairy head like a dried
wire spiderweb,
leaves stuck out like arms out of the stem, gestures
from the sawdust root, broke pieces of plaster
fallen out of the black twigs, a dead fly in its ear,
Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O
my soul, I loved you then!
The grime was no man's grime but death and human
locomotives,
all that dress of dust, that veil of darkened railroad
skin, that smog of cheek, that eyelid of black
mis'ry, that sooty hand or phallus or protuberance
of artificial worse-than-dirt--industrial--
modern--all that civilization spotting your
crazy golden crown--
and those blear thoughts of death and dusty loveless
eyes and ends and withered roots below, in the
home-pile of sand and sawdust, rubber dollar
bills, skin of machinery, the guts and innards
of the weeping coughing car, the empty lonely
tincans with their rusty tongues alack, what
more could I name, the smoked ashes of some
cock cigar, the ***** of wheelbarrows and the
milky breasts of cars, wornout asses out of chairs
& sphincters of dynamos--all these
entangled in your mummied roots--and you there
standing before me in the sunset, all your glory
in your form!
A perfect beauty of a sunflower! a perfect excellent
lovely sunflower existence! a sweet natural eye
to the new hip moon, woke up alive and excited
grasping in the sunset shadow sunrise golden
monthly breeze!
How many flies buzzed round you innocent of your
grime, while you cursed the heavens of the
railroad and your flower soul?
Poor dead flower? when did you forget you were a
flower? when did you look at your skin and
decide you were an impotent dirty old locomotive?
the ghost of a locomotive? the specter and
shade of a once powerful mad American locomotive?
You were never no locomotive, Sunflower, you were a
sunflower!
And you Locomotive, you are a locomotive, forget me
not!
So I grabbed up the skeleton thick sunflower and stuck
it at my side like a scepter,
and deliver my sermon to my soul, and Jack's soul
too, and anyone who'll listen,
--We're not our skin of grime, we're not our dread
bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we're all
beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we're blessed
by our own seed & golden hairy naked
accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black
formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our
eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive
riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening
sitdown vision.

Allen Ginsberg

Call it self realization.

Feedback. I'm writing a book, and i need some help..?
Well I need some help. I'm writing a book and this is just an excerpt out of the first couple pages. Would you keep reading it? Any ideas to make it better?

School on Halloween isn’t as bad as you think. I convinced Irina to let me use a tutu, and Cole to snag me some glitter and wings. All together, our fairy trio was adorable. Irina is my best friend, that’s a girl. Cole is my best friend, that’s a guy. Irina is troubled with being an only guy, and her father’s mistress. Her dyed, thin, short, black hair has nothing to do with being Goth or rogue, she just likes how it makes her pale, disguising her to be delicate. Its pixie cut. This is her ultimate goal. Her silver eyeliner, eye shadow, and mascara make her blue eyes seem deeper than the ocean. Her round face and petite body give way to her delicate goal. Now Cole is a whole other story. He’s your prep, totally not gay, go- to guy. Usually only I can go- to him. He’s sweet but still chases tail. His hair is golden, long and shaggy. More like he just woke up but still showers kind of look. His features are blunt, but soften in just the right places. Like his eyes and his mouth. He actually reminds me of an Abercrombie and Fitch model, even though it’s a horrible example. Tan, cute, and buff. They’re pretty much my circle of friends but I accept them. Loners, thespians, Goths, crustys, preps, jocks, fags, potheads, wannabes. I belong to none of those groups. Not one. Weird but oddly calming.
“Rina, that tutu just screams fallen angel. Blue glitter, silver tutu, and purple wings. It’s like you peek into my head and figure out what I think will be perfect on you. Jesus girl, you make me want to hurl myself to your feet,” Cole said quickly. His country twang is adorable.
Wow. Utterly wow. Cole makes me wonder whether I should believe that bullshit of him not interested in cock.
“Reenie! Cute as cherries. Really.” Well I can’t make her depressed. I surprise myself with what comes out of my mouth sometimes.
“Aw. People care about me. Where’s my barf bag?”
“Dry sense of humor Rina. Really dry. Anyways, I talked to Mr. Hissred and I got him to spill on the fact that his affair with Mrs. Unimer, the secretary in the main office, resulted in triplets. All boys. All ugly as a mofo. Really, teachers just can’t keep it in their pants these days…”
As he droned on I kept on walking toward my locker unable to shake the fact that my stomach senses something that my mind isn’t catching up to. There is something different near me and I just can’t think of what it is. Paint job? No. Poster? No. Person? Yes?
Definitely yes. There’s someone new. Near me. Who. Could. It. Be.
Right then I saw him. Staring at me. Very tall, very graceful. His eyes a vibrant violet; his hair a mixture of auburn and chestnut, cropped just right so the sides are short and the top is long but not resembling a Mohawk. The front long, hanging down his face but not covering those unmistakably astonishing eyes. He’s built yet not broad enough to strike himself as fierce. His board shorts hung loosely around his hips. His tank draped across his top half perfectly, looking as if someone molded it on his body. Muscle tank on a surfer, hmm new but spicy.
Then I look down at myself.
Brown hair, full color, short and thick, sitting on top of my shoulders with only one or two layers in it. I have curves, but not crazy ones that'd make a person stare. Moles all over my body: neck, face, legs, hands, everywhere. Jade green eyes. Eyeliner, mascara, and peach bronze eye shadow only. My old holey jeans showing not pale but not tan legs. Plain white tee, white hoodie in hand. Multi- colored painted toenails (I couldn’t decide on a color) and flip-flops painted my feet with the only real color. Wow, I’m like the complete opposite of him. Compared to him, I’m like his servant. With him looking like a god and all.
I felt pathetic. Then I could feel him watching me. His eyes gawking at me as if I just flashed him. Staring at each other madly, he took a step closer, then another. Closing in the space between us. I felt distant from my body. Like my mind was trying to reach for his and my body was nonchalantly trying to respond in the same way.
Then I tore my eyes away from his and stopped. Scrutinizing myself for breaking free from those violet eyes.
I felt nuts three seconds later, feeling as if I just discovered a new galaxy. I forgot about it, shook off his stare, and trotted down the hall.
To keep myself from looking back I just kept mumbling “That did not happen. I just saw some flicker. There’s no one behind that’s new. It’s all in my head. It's all in my damn head.”
Rushing past my English teacher Ms. Yundar, I did everything except run to my seat. My seat is perfect, last row and last seat in the back, by the window, no one by me, breeze fluttering in the window.
Just there was one thin

OMYGOD, YOU ARE AMAZING.
KEEP WRITING. I WANT TO READ MORE :D

How do I uninstall Gentoo?
A few hours ago this friend of mine came over to my place and he said that he downloaded a new game I had to play. Me being home alone for a few days I told him that he could install it on my Dad's pc. I said that my dad wasn't going to get home soon anyway, and the specs of my pc aren't really able to play new games. I stayed downstairs to collect snacks etc, and my friend went upstairs. So after a while I went upstairs too, carrying all the snacks etc. When I entered my Dad's room, I saw that my friend was just about to restart the PC. I asked him what the **** he was doing and told him that it'd take a while to restart it again. He answered that everything was okay, and it was needed for the installation of this new game. The PC rebooted and all of a sudden I realised that it wasn't booting Windows, like usual. I asked him what the **** he was doing, and he still said that everything was okay and I shouldn't worry too much about it. So a black screen appeared and I wasn't really concentrating on what he was doing (man, who would if you had snacks like that on the table). After a while the thing which looked like a installer was done and he started to laugh. He kept saying that he finally managed to install it and I wondered what he was talking about. All of a sudden I was forced to the ground and I couldn't move, really. Perhaps because I was in a shock or something which I got from hitting the ground. So my friend started to remove his pants and I told him to get the **** out. I was about to get on my feet again, but he kicked me in my stomach and I fell to the ground again. The next he did was forcing his cock on my mouth while keeping my hands together. I wasn't going to take it, oh hell no! I tried to get away from him, but he was too strong. I was about to say that he really had to **** off now, but then I realised I opened my mouth. He kept going in and out for a while and I just couldn't do anything. Then he must have came in my mouth because I felt a thick liquid floating in my mouth. I had to swallow it because I was too affraid I had to throw up. Then he finally left. I was still on the floor. I cried for a few hours and I just didn't knew what to do. I took a shower and after I was done I went to my dad's PC and I found that he didn't install a game at all. The ************ installed Gentoo. All my dad's documents etc were gone and rebooting the PC didn't help, it just booted Gentoo again. Please, I have no idea what to do. Please help me to get Windows back on my Dad's pc, including all his documents etc. I'm currently on my own pc, and I've got a few days before my Dad comes back home. Please help me!

Wow, ..Um...Pete....you really didn't have to go into the whole degrading details, just asked how to uninstall the program.

wow

Sin