Word: rub
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Thin, dull yellow, wooden benches line the stuffy waiting room. Barred windows send blocks of light onto a once white linoleum floor. Although this is a hospital, it smells of neither sterilization fluid nor menthol rub, but of human sweat. Along a dim hallway, young women in all stages of pregnancy wait on more paint-chipped benches. A metal examination table, stirrups down and unused, lies to one side. There is no central air-conditioning...
...most of Morpheus' users are honest enough that they wouldn't mind if a dollar was deducted from their bank account every time they downloaded an MP3 (it would be worth it to guarantee a complete, error free download every time). But there's the rub: nobody appears to be even thinking of offering what we might call Morpheus Plus. The business models of Napster and MusicNet call for tunes to come in their own limited, secure format rather than what consumers want, which is play-anywhere MP3s. They're about subscriptions rather than micropayments. They give no indication that...
When night falls outside the sprawling Kadena Air Force Base in the center of Okinawa, the streets turn into a bacchanal of hard drinking, drag racing, loud music and raucous, sweaty dancing. Tattooed guys in muscle shirts and cargo pants rub against women in midriff-baring T shirts and tight jeans, and as the crowd spills from bars onto sidewalks, the night shifts into overdrive. "Hey, we're 19-year-old guys, we're away from home, we're pumped up and we're horny," says a young Marine from California. "Of course it's all about...
...loud music and raucous, sweaty dancing. American servicemen are on the prowl for liquor and a good time. The local girls, Okinawans and Japanese, come out too, looking for some fun with the buff, dollar-rich and female-deprived American boys. Tattooed guys in muscle shirts and cargo pants rub against women in midriff-baring Tshirts and tight jeans, and as the crowd spills from bars onto sidewalks, the night shifts into hormonal overdrive. "Hey, we're 19-year-old guys, we're away from home, we're pumped up and we're horny," says a young Marine from California...
...Goldenbaum. It was the first big bash of the new semester. Like many of the revelers, junior Jason Lamberton straggled back to campus at dawn, as the trees blew in a cold wind. When he arrived, he recalls, "I saw the police cars lining up, and I had to rub my eyes and pinch myself. It was the same scene all over again." And it was again at Cogswell. The victim this time was Benjamin Varner. An incorrigibly curious freshman, Varner, 19, had once been limited by a teacher to a mere seven questions...