Thursday, 23 July 2015

Dyed In The Wool


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


















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