As I write this, the President's videotape is playing world-wide. On this tape, the President testifies about whether Monica Lewinsky gave him a blow-job, whether he kissed her breasts and touched her pussy, and whether she kissed and licked and sucked on his cock.

Little that follows in this issue of Sauce*Box will excel the explicitness of that tape. Whether that is good or bad depends on you, dear reader.

What does matter is that we discover yet again that it is not words or actions which are in themselves "good" or "bad." The words and actions of Monica and the President are simply descriptions of their own words, pictures and sounds which under certain conditions each of them found pleasurable.

The tragedy of sexual repression is that the intense pleasures of sex frighten many people, and these same people then attempt to flee from their fears by silencing the words and sounds or erasing the pictures that can give so much pleasure to others. Sometimes, they even demand that those who experience such pleasures be destroyed. We may see this happen...

Whatever occures in our national drama, we do hope you find pleasures within the pages of Sauce*Box, and that you find words that excite your specific desires. We will never be afraid, embarrassed or guilty about stimulating you, and we hope you find happiness and satisfaction by being so stimulated.

"Tink, Tink is that you?" Peter called out into the dark, hot air of the cave where he was spending the night on an adventure, away from the Lost Boys and Wendy. The little pixie had alighted on his thigh and was there twinkling brightly....

When your life
seems filled with restrictions
the limits of your days
walled with people ...

When the male and female strippers had lined up against the gray mustard colored wall, some nude, others in garish feathery costumes, one very large man passed in front, and behind, fingering this or that....

Eggs, bread, pears...peaches,
Like Weston I'll feast on avocados,...

We watch the gorillas fighting extinction at the zoo, playing in a way animals play in a cage--being watched. You are elephantine and I am giraffe-like...

Your long body covers me
As reaching from behind
You hold me in your arms....

sweet musk glazes nose and lips
tongue furrows elastic flesh
augers orgasma from within...

Talking and touching
holding
skin against skin...

I had been working for the Senator for a long time. That day was just going to be another day of doing trailer bills, lunches, and going back...

Where is my Prince?
My sweet solace?
The Lover, of my dreams?...

Impelled into existence,
he emanates from the Peloponnesus....

My emotions
whirling about
like this tornado...

In an effort to save some money and also to help a friend I had made arrangements to move items from a commercial storage facility to my friend's barn...

Andy looked across the table into her deep brown eyes...

In this mind-scape--just above a faint whisper--
you shine like the marble neck of Athena...

Fuck me
hard and fast...

Like a sweet drug
I am missing you....

In your eyes
I am beautiful...

Lets say that you came over for dinner one night. I'd be wearing a sexy white blouse with no bra...

She couldn't believe it when she opened the door and saw him standing there leaning against the door jam...

Diamond-slit eyes awake
-- mirrors of lechery...

A smile, a word, a kiss,
an empathy, a bond...

The dream again. The smell of cinammon and hairspray surrounded me as I sat in an old kitchen...

it happens to be me washing our dinner dishes
thinking about something that happened at work and ...

She looks at me with those beautiful brown eyes once again just to make a gentle point, and I can feel my frustrations recede...

God...I have to hurry, she thought, as she rushed into the elevator and quickly pushed the button to the 5th floor...

I hear the resonant tones, a bass melody,
I hear bells, chimes...