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...choose from various pocket sizes depending on whether you're slinging a .44 magnum or a mere "Saturday-night special.") In China, meanwhile, inventor Zhao Xin attempted suicide because of the failure of CHASTITY UNDERWEAR, which guarantees fidelity through a built-in combination lock. Zhao never got a patent approved, and perhaps it's just as well. Honey, I forgot the combination...
...Latypovs have U.S. patents for their virtual sphere and the motion capture system at its heart. The virtual studio is awaiting a patent. Their technology is "awesome," says Internet doyenne Esther Dyson. So why hasn't the five-year-old company thrived...
...Intellectual property is one of capitalism's more ethereal concepts, and has been known to arouse considerable skepticism in the developing world - particularly when Western corporations set out to "patent" traditional remedies used in those countries for centuries. And when it bumps up against a humanitarian crisis threatening the lives of millions of people, the sanctity of intellectual property is far from assured. While the U.S. may have managed for the most part to stamp out industrial-scale piracy of CDs and movies in the developing world, life-saving medicines are another matter. Companies in India and Brazil, for example...
This is not the first time for the man in the black patent-leather thong: he has been coming to the shop to be tied up, whipped, spanked and ordered around for more than two years. Before his spanking begins, the organ of a John Rutter requiem eases along at a people-finding-their-pews pace, and three candles glow calmly in the corner. He kneels in the middle of the room. Ignoring him, the dominatrix works at a table laying out a fan, a piece of possum fur, a prickly teaser made of yarn, a hemp rope, a deerskin...
...black leather, from the points of her high-collared vest to the toes of her knee-high boots. He is all doughy hairy skin as he lies prostate on the dungeon floor, except for a tight, black patent-leather thong that squeezes rolling hills from his plump hips. She leans over the man's rump, rubs a furry cheek for aim, cocks her hand a good meter back and delivers a thunderclap wallop. Then she slings a high-heeled boot over his back and, straddling his haunches, spanks and rubs in rapid succession: hot sting, warm caress, hot sting again...