Email, Dr. Sandra
Reynolds Phd. With any inquiries you may have relating to
relationships and intimacy.
Excerpts from
Website: sent at various dates and times!
What every story
needs is a hook, something to entice you my loyal readers, in fact
every story, every hope, every desire, needs something to help it to
flourish, That is why I hope the ones on this website will do just
that.
Remember you can
Email me anytime day or night and I will get back to you.
Alternatively you can phone me on my show, Chat-up Lines on Channel
4,or write to me at my weekly column.
Hi Sandra, all us
girls at school think you're great. When we grow up we want to be
just like you, I'm going to be famous when I grow up, I'm going to be
a reality T.V.. star and marry a footballer or a billionaire, or a
businessman like you did. My Dad died of cancer last year, so we all
understand how you feel about losing your husband,
Love Amanda aged
twelve.
Hi Sandra.
Loved your latest
book, my boyfriend and I found the advise useful.
He thinks you're
still hot!
Love Jessica,
HI Sandra.
Just saw some photos
of you on the internet.
Thought you were
great on television talking about peoples rights to sexual freedom.
The last thing we
need is to be lectured on morality by a bunch of Lesbian feminists,
who are only against us men looking at you, because they want to fuck
you their selves.
Mind you I can't say
I blame them.
David.
Hi Sandra.
Love your show on
Channel 4, We need more programs that aren't afraid to deal with
sensitive issues ;
I am reading your
book at the moment.
Can I have a signed
photo, “You know the kind” .
Love from Alan.
Statement on
Internet go to:
SUICIDE PLEA FOR A
FUCK!
I am going to kill
myself! This is not a cry for help, nor religious conversion.
Except that I don't
want to die alone!
I am an eighteen
year old girl and you will soon all learn who I am!
If you want to fuck
me then you can, but I will not be converted and I expect you to die
with me.
Email me at this
address. Or check out my photos on my website.
YouTube. Excerpt
taken from BBC2 Newsnight Review. Woman turns to camera and states.
“On Newsnight
Review, Sex, Sex, Sex, and more sex, and if your lucky we may have a
little bit of Rock and Roll! From The Beatles to The Velvet
underground, from Ludlow Street in New York, supposedly the
inspiration for Lou Reed, all the way to The West End inspiration
of The Seventies. Dr.Sandra Reynolds talks about her career as a
Journalist with Rolling Stone Magazine, her involvements with those
in the music industry, her time on The New York scene, and her
inspiration that got her where she is today as one of Britain's
leading sex-therapists;”
“In an exclusive
interview, she gives the low down on her meeting with Warhol and how
he and other famous names inspired her, And the continuos
controversial on off relationship with her Daughter.”
“From The Factory
to The Playboy Mansion, to where she is today. “
Excerpt ends,
Dr.Sandra Reynolds
lived in a secluded though fashionable part of The West End! It was
the kind that hid faded and famous Rock Stars and celebrities.
Dr.Sandra Reynolds was now slightly older than middle-aged, although
she always dressed as if she was in her late thirties, and unlike
some women, she managed to get away with it. Three times at the Gym
and a personal dietician, plus the odd skin improvement, meant that
this scholarly looking brunette that had appeared in magazines back
in her early career in appropriate poses, could still full fill the
fantasies of both men and women.
She looked, and was
intellectual, her hair done up in a slight Victorian fashion, her
trade mark outfit was a white cotton blouse and grey tweed skirt,
sometimes matched with a black leather jacket depending on where she
was.
This time however
she was wearing it for a special reason. The subject of the show was
going to be about becoming famous! Dr. Sandra Reynolds believed that
many people, especially her younger fans had misplaced ideas about
her lifestyle Having read about her exploits in the tabloids, “some
of them hair brushed 'as she referred to it” to appeal to their
readers!
The Limousine
arrived as always to take her to the studio, this had happened now
for almost five years. For some reason no one photographed her or
took any notice, the way they had done when she was younger, however
she still dressed as if she was, and occasionally, as of now, wore
flesh coloured stockings. Whenever the ratings were falling, because
they at the studio told her too;
She even greeted the
driver with a kiss on his face, because she had that sort of
free-love reputation, that had done her career no harm, when she had
first started mixing with Rock Stars as a Journalist!
“How are you,
Sandra? he inquired, keeping the door open whilst she got in, “Your
script is on the seat next to you, these are the questions you'll
probably be asked, along with the bio on the people you'll be
appearing with!
“Thank you.” she
replied.
Internet excerpt:
Ay Girls, Here's how
you too can look like a Top Model.
Picture silhouette
of two women, one is of a woman with long flowing blonde hair, she is
in a position as if about to rise, similar to a James Bond film, The
other woman has an Afro-Caribbean
hair style and is
in a similar position, there is no music, the pictures do not move.
Words underneath
state:
New SlenderBabe, Now
you can lose weight and learn the secrets top models would rather
keep hidden! Simply take two tablets instead of breakfast and lunch
and follow our special dieting requirements to lose weight!,
Contains Phentermine
and other substances. FDA approved.
Dr.Sandra Reynolds
studied the documents as she usually did before the start of a show,
knowing that, informative reading was as important as informative
listening to a good psychologist. Of course what sold now was tabloid
type salacious material, with the usual models in their underwear,
both male and female, plus, anyone watching Dr.Sandra Reynolds
website had the added bonus of going to links showing pictures of her
in half naked poses. The Playboy photos were compromising to say the
least. Dr. Sandra Reynolds began to read:
Model with HIV wants
to continue career.
Blonde Twenty Six
year old Theresa Reese from London had been trying for a career in
modeling for years, then she met a man she thought she could trust,
now it turns out she has been diagnosed with Aids-”
Dr.Sandra Reynolds
studied the picture of the short black-haired young woman, with the
extensive rouged face and the yellow and white striped blouse and
blue trousers, taken outside some rundown housing estate, with her
hands on her waist looking at the unseen far distant camera.
“Obviously there
were more photos.” Concluded Sandra out loud, as she usually did.
The driver was used to this and kept silent.
Internet excerpts:
Dr. Sandra Reynolds
talks to the Press, about losing her husband to Cancer, and her
Daughter's refusal to forgive her for her past escapades.
Dr. Sandra Reynolds
episodes of chat-up lines, download for free on all subjects, from,
relationships, to dating, to sexually transmitted diseases, to
anorexia, to suicide in the modeling industry,
Similar websites:
Top Models view
online. Download Photos of Dr. Sandra Reynolds.
Venus In Furs photo,
Dr. Sandra Reynolds in black lingerie Reference to a track by The
Velvet Underground ?
Dr.Sandra Reynolds
on The Factory and her meeting with Warhol.
Dr.Sandra Reynolds
drug culture, cocaine filled references to her time at the factory,
who did she fuck?
Other indirect
statements included:
Pro-Suicide and
Anorexia Websites. Learn what really matters.
List of models who
ended up dead because of suicide or anorexia from Katy French to Hila
Elmaliche, To Francelle Demere, a friend of Hailey Reynolds the
Daughter of Psychologist and part time Journalist and model,
Dr.Sandra Reynolds Phd.
Back Issue Rolling
Stone Magazines.
Dr.Sandra Reynolds
on the influences of The Velvet Underground.
S&M In Music,
selected websites.
Note: Some material
may be considered inappropriate.
Dr. Sandra Reynolds
had received the usual admiration from the audience, though quite a
bit of it had also gone to Theresa Reese, the young attractive woman
who looked younger than twenty six according to Sandra, however with
all the drugs and plastic surgery available, what did you expect?
In her days, as she
referred to them, it was more to do with controlled dieting and
excessive P.R..
The slimming regime
of models in The early Seventies was connected to music, now fashion
was connected it seemed to style, in a more disturbing way.
Dr, Sandra
Reynolds, occasionally checked photos of herself from various
websites. She would then glanced at the mirror at the side of the
room, as if in some timely comparison.
The house she lived
in was spacious, although filled with memorabilia from the past music
scenario, including signed photos and album covers from, if not Lou
Reed, people just as famous, and there was the pictures of her with
people referred to as Warhol Factory Super Stars. After it had. been
moved to The Decker Building in New York, this being a studio hang.
out for creativity encouraged by the use of Amphetamines, and
renowned for it's encouragement of drug addicts, adult film stars,
and men who liked wearing women's clothing, and some of the
statements about her past drugs references were true, even if she
genuinely regretted them, so she did really consider herself able to
counsel those who wanted their fifteen minutes of fame.
“Something
everyone wants now because of reality T.V..” she muttered, just as
the phone rang.
Dr. Sandra Reynolds,
leaned across and picked up the phone, at the same time logging into
her Email to check the responses and letters she had received!
There were more new
Emails waiting to be read, plus the usual pictures and adds. That
would go Worldwide as part of her insightful career.
“Hello, Sandra
darling, began a typical male educated English sounding voice, the
public school type that hinted at full or selected homosexual
tendencies, this being the latter.
She knew who it was,
the first of what she referred to as a Post Seventies Double Act,
that she had met whilst working at The Factory. Two men that had
sold paintings in The Seventies to the Stable Gallery on New York's
58th Street, Whilst continuously experimenting with
various sexual partners male and female, before going back to each
other, though both had an affectionate platonic friendship with
Sandra, And had been guests at her wedding. Both had joked they
wanted to be Bridesmaids. Her Daughter was born years later and at
first became besotted by her Mother’s lifestyle, until that is
incidents in both their lives began to change things!
The two men were
called Cedric and Cecil, this was coincidence rather than planning.
Cedric was talking, he usually spoke to Sandra whilst Cecil got the
dinner ready.
“Darling loved you
even more! listen why don't you come over one evening and have dinner
with us?” “It'll be the usual three course meal, with whips and
chains and fucking and sodomy thrown in!”
Sandra remembered
when her and her husband and her Daughter, when she was younger, had
been invited round for dinner, sometimes famous celebrities, and
people she worked with from The Factory turned up.
“It's nice to hear
from you Cedric, listen I'd love to have dinner with you both, it's
just that I'm busy, what with my column and my show on Channel 4,
plus hoping to patch things up with my Daughter!
“We're both
routing for you, it's a pity things turned out the way they did after
what happened to Francelle.!”
“I will come and
visit you both soon, she confirmed, it's just that I'm a bit busy at
the moment, and there are things I need to sort out!
Internet excerpt.
MODEL KILED BY
ANOREXIA. CLOSE FRIEND OF HAILEY REYNOLDS, DAUGHTER OF PSYCHOLOGIST
DR SANDRA REYNOLDS PHD.
The Italian-French
Model known as Francelle, apparently died after living on a diet of
water, grapes and carrot sticks, and taking the substance
SlenderBabe, This substance contains laxatives that if not properly
prescribed can lead to diarrhea, palpitations and excessive
dehydration.
A Statement that
was approved by the FDA has been denied by the organization, that has
demanded it's removal from The Internet, pending legal action!
Pictures here show
Francelle going from an attractive twenty six year old with a natural
figure, to a walking skeleton. Her bones can be seen clearly through
her body, and her insides had began packing up.
Pictures of
Francelle and other models as almost skeleton, then their date of
birth and of demise.
Go to YouTube,
Image shows
narration by American News reporter as he enters house, the body of
Francele has been taken away, there is no food in the house, except
for grapes and carrots. The toilet is covered in shit mixed with
blood, there is urine and vomit also. They are in trails leading to
her bedroom. Her wardrobe, States the man, has clothes from some of
the top fashion designers!”
“There are those
who believe the whole purpose is to subscribe to the image, so that
clothes maketh the woman, rather than the other way round!”
Internet article on
shopping centre clothes:
Why Are These
Modeled By Fucking Out Of Work Celebrities? Or Attractive Models!
Answer: Because They
Look Better Than Us so-called Fucking Ordinary People, This is a
Parallel of the fucking anorexic fashion industry, We long for more
women like Dr.Sandra Reynolds.
Indirect statement:
I will be famous, I
will kill myself, If you want go fuck me, then check out my photos at
TheresaReeseTheAidsWoman@hotmail.com.
Images on website of
Theresa Reese, from previous modeling poses, naked images, some with
another female model in homosexual style poses, some of her in
underwear, some in clothes though with her legs showing. Models are
from tabloids and are large breasted, because Theresa Reese is
deteriorating.
Theresa Reese on
meeting Dr.Sandra Reynolds.
I do not see what
the problem is, these people are not exploiting me, they buy me
clothes and tell me how special I am, Dr. Reynolds should look at her
own past before she starts criticising other people!
Excerpts temporarily
concluded:
Dr.Sandra Reynolds
had finally agreed to meet Cedric and Cecil next Wednesday, Cedric
and Cecil continued to sell paintings, although they were not as
famous as they used to be, and this went towards paying the bills and
rent, rather than the hedonistic lifestyle they were used too!
She had fond
memories of their cultured, though all-embracing exhibitions at The
Stable Gallery, It was a lot different from the private screening
she had attended at a house in The Seventies on New York 43rd
Street, given by a woman who called herself a free-love artist,
whilst constantly hanging out at The Factory. Sandra Remembered it
was filled with would be celebs, hangers on, and drug cultured
celebrities. A bit like todays so-called reality T.V. celebrities The
woman had spent most of the time going around naked, except for
paper clip chains dangling from her breasts, and a razor that she
used to cut the hairs from her vagina, whilst shouting, fucking
bleed, whilst laughing her head off, and claiming it was a satire on
the male attitude to the images of the female body. Dr.Reynolds
believed it was an imitation of people like Brigid Berlin, who would
paint with her breasts. At the time she thought they were
inspirational, now as a Psychologist she looked back at the scene
differently, Most people were spaced out and were more interested in
drugs and sex than the exploits of any so-called Factory Superstar;
Sandra did not seem to take any notice either, the whole fifteen
minutes of fame thing was being replaced by years of darkened infamy.
Yet she felt to leave would be unpleasant, and besides she still
needed those people to further her career, And to prove this, she
allowed an aging Rock Star whose band she had written a good piece
on! To take her into the toilet. The man was drugged out of his mind,
he had laid on top of her, vomit coming out of his mouth and sperm
out of his erect penis. She had to push him off, get on top and
finish the job! Then she left. The room was in her own words full of
fucking idiots who had no idea how to handle fame!”
“Get a job, marry
and settle down, you won't always have your looks!” she concluded.
“And besides, beauty is sometimes replaced by lesser beauty that
has originality!”
She therefore
stopped dating Rock Stars and married a businessman,.Because whilst
training as a Psychologist she learned what people really wanted,
they wanted security, and to have friends and most of all they wanted
to be loved! There was no difference between the exploits of those
in the Factory and the reality T.V Stars of today! She told herself,
Now it was time go
start checking her Emails:
HELLO SANDRA,
MY NAME'S CLAIRE.
LOVED YOUR SHOW,
DON''T YOU THINK THERESA REESE IS HOT! AND TO THINK THAT FUCKING
BASTARD GAVE HER AIDS, AND HE''S STILL TAKING PICTURES OF WOMEN!”
HELLO SANDRA,
My Name is Ellie,
I remember The
Seventies like you, my boyfriend and I do drugs, do you want to come
over so we can both fuck you? If not can you Email this to The Aids
Woman.
New York. Union
Square,
We live at East
14thStreet .
WHO THE FUCK DO YOU
THINK YOU ARE YOU FUCKING HARRIDAN!
What right do you
have to lecture us and people like Theresa Reese on how to act?
Your subtle and
sardonic criticisms of how she was conducting herself, was
disgusting, You said that she was being exploited by the media, but
what about you? How many people did you let fuck you, to get where
you are, you syphilis bitch?
MAN WHO KNOWS!
The others were
comments about the show, they were becoming more frequent, mostly
they were vicarious remarks and discussions on the career of Theresa
Reese. The fame game had started, so to speak, Interviews on chat
shows, photos in Men's Magazines, a song was in the pipe-line, one of
those tacky ones with lyrics about wanting to be fucked, because
women do! Already Theresa Reese was becoming infamous, she spoke
bitterly about her experiences of being exploited and manipulated,
she told how she wanted to die, and how this would finally
immortalize her and make her famous. “I don't want to fade like
some decrepit has-been!” She had stated. “I want to go on living
forever in peoples hearts and minds!”
The first set of
images, Dr.Sandra Reynolds noticed, were of a young woman who looked
free of disease, and had a slender well-formed shape, like some model
out of Playboy or one of the British tabloids, then over the next few
months she had begun deteriorating, until she began to resemble some
anorexic fashion model. PIctures and interviews of her wearing less,
soon turned to images of her wearing more, though not to please the
feminists, rather to please the fashion industry that was now using
her to exploit their line in clothing!
Internet excerpts.
Images of Theresa
Reese, hot! Plus other famous models and actresses! plus reality
T.V.Stars.
Theresa Reese,
I want to die and be
famous.
I have the Aids
virus, I will soon look like shit then no one will want to fuck me!
It's my body, these
fucking religious types can go mind their own business.
Excerpts temporarily
conclude.
“What was wrong
with these people?” she stated, fame had become nothing more than a
recipe for self destruction, rather than success. Ironically she
remembered when she had interviewed Warhol how down to earth he was!
She had even spoke to him about his work in soup kitchens, and how he
never gave money to people he felt would spend it on drugs! She had
interviewed him about his Christian beliefs, though not for some
reason his homosexuality! Dr.Sandra Reynolds did not consider herself
a member of The Factory, more an exchange Student as the tabloids had
referred to her. She was pleased with this, because she could see
that there were two paths and the one she was being enticed to take
was clearly the most destructive!
One day when she had
been in New York, she had received a phone call from a distort woman,
that she knew to be the girlfriend of a Rock Star, she had become
friends with whilst interviewing for Rolling Stone Magazine! The
woman screamed that he was dead! “I just came back, and I found him
on the floor, he had a gun in his hand!” He's fucking killed
himself! “Why?, we're famous, we have everything we need!”
Dr Sandra Reynolds
had wanted to say, “Do you?” however she knew it would be best to
go and comfort the woman, so she did, turning up to an array of
Police and Ambulance men, who hated the Press taking pictures as much
as she did!
When it had al
calmed down, Dr.Sandra Reynolds, whom had then only just got her
degree in psychology, went inside with the woman to make her some tea
and allow her to talk! The house was filled with expensive art, more
for show than discussion, and yet there was something missing, a
sense of temporarily belonging, knowing that all was false, merely
imag es, hair brushed to appeal to the public, style over content,
perhaps like the photos she did?
“And when you
finally make it, will you be truly satisfied, will you have found the
love you are looking for?” she had sometimes inquired of herself.
Dr.Sandra Reynolds liked to believe that there was a God, because she
wanted to be one day reunited with her husband, however she was not
religious like some people! She wondered if Warhol's Christianity had
made him see things differently, so that he had not become
self-destructive, like so many others in The Seventies and even
today!
Internet excerpts:
ROCK AND ROLL
SUICIDES, FAMOUS PEOPLE FOR WHOM SUCCESS WAS NOT WHAT THEY EXPECTED!
LIst of names
including Kurt Cobain, and Ian Curtis!
Also Reality Stars
who committed suicide.
There were various
faces, many instantly forgettable, would Theresa Reese be any
different?
“Was it worth
talking to her?, try and convince her she was suffering from
depression, because of how she had been sexually exploited by those
who had promised to further her modeling career? Exclaimed
Dr.Sandra Reynolds to herself, “And what good had it done last
time?” People had criticized her for wanting to help, they had
preferred the dark world of fame, she herself had gotten out of by
marrying and having a family, although clearly that had not gone to
plan, in fact it was being used against her even more now on the
internet, because of what had occurred on the program, during the
discussion with Theresa Reese!
She decided to Email
Theresa Reese, or The Aids woman as she was now known.
Email Dr.Sandra
Reynolds, Psychologist and Author.
She had written
Five novels with explicit sexual content, all thinly disguised crime
dramas about people in The Seventies, a kind of guess who? She also
had written short stories, usually Horror with S&M that had
appeared in Fanzines! This had started in The Eighties and led to the
website being changed from Dr.SandraReynolds@online.
To WWW.DarkRomance.Com.\
The time she had
spent with people at The Factory,,along with her career as a Rock
Journalist and Author had definitely made her what she was considered
by her fans! ,Along with the modeling of course, however now it had
become immensely darker than she had ever wanted!
“It was all meant
to be fantasy!” She told herself, didn't they realise that? “What
was wrong with people? She asked ironically. Since she was a
Psychologist!
The answer was
perhaps in those other websites, the extreme sexual types, filled
with people using each other, so that respect and love had been
replaced by images of rape and sodomy, the kind where images of
wholesome young ladies, hair-brushed and photographed in elegant
surroundings had been replaced by cheap soiled hotels and darkened
grot shows filled with long hellish corridors, that she knew had
turned something beautiful into a dysphemism! Or perhaps it had
always been? After all, wasn't this the full outcome of desperation
in order to be famous? That when things got so bad, just before they
commuted suicide, there was always a last plea for a dyed in the wool
response! To find a website where you could meet someone and feel
wanted, because the world had rejected you, like it had rejected
Theresa Reese, who had only wanted to be loved?
She began to read
some of her Emails.
They were abusive,
calling her an aged slut, saying her Daughter was right to reject
her, and that they wanted her to die of cancer like her husband.
There were nice ones, however even those were for Theresa Reese,
saying they loved her and were in favour of her doing what she
planned, because nothing mattered except being famous,. Because when
your famous, people love you and then you are somebody!
“A need to be
accepted, something we all have!” muttered Dr. Sandra Reynolds,
understanding this more now as a Psychologist than she did when she
was trying to be famous herself!
There was an Email
from Theresa Reese Dr. Sandra Reynolds began to read it, it stated:
I know you want to
help me Dr. Reynolds, however, I do not think you understand! They
have shown me love, And brought me gifts and made me wear the most
beautiful dresses, I cannot thank them enough.
There were images
deliberately put on of Theresa Reese in top designer clothing, the
kind worn by anorexic models, it was very easy to be conned by
insincere praise when you are alone!
She recognised some
of the dresses as being similar to those modeled by Francelle, whom
had died of anorexia, and because of this Dr. Sandra Reynolds own
Daughter had stopped talking to her Mother, and whatever she did had
not yet brought her back entirely. She was not going to let another
person down, she would confront Theresa Reese, even if it meant
talking to her in person, after all, wasn't she responsible in the
first place?
She was about to
reply to the Email when she saw a message saying Theresa Reese,
online.
It was one of those
videos, not YouTube, Dr. Sandra Reynolds began to watch, the image
of Theresa Reese in bed wearing a pink fluffy nightgown, the sheets
were white and so was the pillows, in fact all the room was white! A
man entered, he was naked and reasonably attractive,
“Another sex
scene.” muttered Dr.Sandra Reynolds, watching the man slowly pull
back the covers, they began to make love, Dr. Sandra Reynolds became
transfixed by the scene, “How many people were watching this? She
wondered. Then the scene began to change, In the darkness of the room
Theresa Reese seemed to remove a bright silver object from underneath
the mattress, It was a cut throat razor blade, she handed it to the
man whilst they were indulging in sexual intercourse and he slit her
throat., blood began to pour out, covering the sheets,
Dr. Sandra Reynolds
began to notice Theresa Reese beginning to jolt, yet she managed to
hand the man the cut-throat razor and he violently began slashing at
his throat, then the two bodies began one last rhythmic embrace, as
blood covered their naked bodies and then they died and Dr. Sandra
Reynolds began screaming for someone to listen to her!
THE END
