MAGGIE
MONASTERY MANNERS
A Sagacious Fictional Saga of a
Woman with an Unusual Appearance
By Izzy Ess of Hairiness
In
the suburbs of the Village of Ramon, there lived a single woman who was quite
mature in stature and in years who seemed to have a lot of men come visit her,
each week. The Police had been alerted
and had seen that she was just a friendly woman who liked a lot of men to
entertain. They interviewed the men who
were insulted by the interviews and all avowed that they were just a friend of
Maggie Monastery Manners, whom they had known since high school, the McGill
Collegiate in the Village of Ramon. They
said they’d kept in touch with their own favourite high jumper and their own
badminton athletic champion whom they found very friendly and accommodating. She was definitely not taking any cash,
though some had said that they brought her birthday and some Christmas gifts
from time to time. Maggie had a
lucrative Ramon Fashion Boutique, downtown.
She sold the most expensive clothing and accessories for women of high
fashion. She also handled precious gems,
including diamonds and emeralds, watches and very expensive tiaras. Maggie’s income was calculated at some
hundred thousand Canadian dollars annually.
Maggie had invested wisely and was worth a million, easily. She was a member of the Ramon Golf and
Country Club and was their badminton and bridge expert, winning several
championships a year and had achieved a life-master bridge rating with all her tournaments. She admitted she was a lousy golfer with an established
handicap of 22.
Maggie
was a red-head lately and she looked like Maggie Smith the actress-comedienne
from Great Britain would have looked when she was younger. She was never married and had avowedly
claimed spinsterhood. She made it known
that she was independent, and would remain so, as long as she was able. She didn’t like children much. She did however like her pets. She owned two Calico cats and two Yorkshire
Terriers, a salt-water tank with exotic fish and a small tank with two fat
fuzzy hamsters. Maggie loved her indoor
plants and did well with them. She also
maintained her own rock gardens in the front and the back of her modest house
on Monterrey Mount Crescent. Her house,
in fact, was one of her wise investments and had steadily increased in value
since she’d bought the mortgage on it several years, ago.
Never
lacking for male company, Maggie maintained a sizeable liquor cabinet and was
prepared to make a snack for any of the men she entertained. The evenings at her house were filled with
classical music and movies played on good equipment with a very large
screen. She did enjoy her sexual
adventures but always got her men out of her house before the midnight
hour. All the men who visited spoke
highly of her conversations and her knowledge of politics and religion, sex and
culture. She had read a library full of
books now available as eBooks. She also
regularly read the Wall Street Journal, The New York Times and the Atlantic
Monthly as well as the Toronto Globe and Mail.
None
of her male friend visitors ever talked about what secret that some had known
for ages since her active sex life started back at the McGill Collegiate. They did mention that she had received her Bachelor’s
and her Master’s degrees in Philosophy at the University of Toronto’s great
courses offered on the internet. Except
for visits to Toronto for some oral examinations and presentations of her
experimental findings, Maggie did it all online and with more than passing
grades. She received full credit for her
honour’s classes and her excellent scores on her examinations. Her master’s paper was on aboriginals around
the world. Her statistical paper was on
the distribution of aboriginals on all the continents except for Antarctica,
where only penguins and some scientists did live. She received two A+ grades for these.
Maggie
Monastery Manners was a hairy woman. She
had shaved her body hair, quite frequently when she was younger and now she
never did. All her blouses were
long-sleeved and she always wore loose slacks which covered both her legs and
derriere. Her breasts were sizeable and
still uplifted and her tiny pink nipples were very cute while covered up with
hair. Her groin hair was quite thick,
like an unshorn sheep. In fact, she had
a little hairy tail which she had learned to wiggle. Underneath her pubic hair there hung a little
penis which responded sexually though there was no ejaculation. Some of the men who visited her had
experienced her little penis up their derrieres with quite an exciting
sensation. Most of her male friends just
enjoyed the usual kind of intercourse with ample lubrication on her part and
frequent orgasms. With all her sexual
experiences, Maggie had never been impregnated.
She had already figured out that her ovaries did not pop out any eggs
that could be fertilized. She was
confident that she really didn’t need any contraception. Since her high school
days, she allowed her sexy men to ride her bareback, when she wanted
intercourse.
Our
Maggie was raised by a single mother who had visited the aboriginals in
Australia and New Zealand. Her mother
was a sexually adventurous young woman.
She had many sexual encounters with the Maoris, mainly unprotected
intercourse. When she got home, she
discovered that she was quite pregnant and carried her fetus to term. Maggie had been covered with hair when she
was born and looked more like a lamb than an ordinary little girl. Her mother decided against any modifying
surgery and allowed Maggie to think of herself as a normal little girl. While attending school, she was always neatly
dressed in clothes that covered up her little hairy tails and hairy arms and
legs and heavy body hair. At home, she
liked to roam around her mother’s large apartment naked and quite unashamed of
her appearance. In fact, her mother
encouraged her to think that she was just a little special compared to all the
other children at her school. She
excelled in Athletics and Academics. She
didn’t go on to College or a University, although she qualified for any course
she would have wanted to take. Instead,
her mother staked her to a sum of money which allowed her to open her Boutique
and she taught her how to keep her books and pay her taxes and how to squirrel
away some funds for rainy days. Maggie’s
intelligence, creativity, acumen and perspicacity made her quite successful and
independent. She purchase the house on
Monterrey Mount Crescent for the lowest price for a new property and made it
into a great investment for her nest egg, should she choose to retire. Her mother told her fascinating stories on
the Aboriginals around the world and and she read about her ancestry,
extensively. For her degrees at the
University of Toronto, she was well prepared without a mentor and did very well. She was working on her Doctorate and received
a Governmental Grant to study the aboriginals of Australia and New
Zealand. Part of the grant money was to
fund a trip for her to those tw0 countries for a whole two years.
Our
Maggie’s mother took responsibility for the running of her Fashion Boutique for
those two years. Maggie had arranged to
live with a family of Maoris for the whole two years. She fit right in and had a grand relationship
with a Maori chief and essentially became a Priestess in the tiny village where
she stayed near Wellington, in New Zealand.
Easily, she learned the language and the dialects and the vernacular of
the community of those Maoris. And, the
natives accepted her as one of their own.
She learned the painting techniques they used and the dances and
primitive music to which they danced each evening. Her statistics paper and her thesis
presentation was outstanding back in Toronto.
Her publications were read quite widely and her Thesis, “On the Maori,”
became a University text book for Departments of Anthropology, throughout the
world. The Royalties were generous and
she took the University’s Department of Anthropology’s offer for an assistant
Professorship of Anthropology. She sold
her profitable Boutique for many Canadian Dollars and was tenured in soon after
at the University.
When
Professor Doctor Maggie Monastery Manners retired, she looked up her old chief
near Wellington and asked permission to move in with him. Until her death at age 92, she lived very
happily amongst the Maoris of New Zealand.
Her fame amongst the Maori allowed Maggie to behave as Priestess and
leader of the daily dance to celebrate the wonders of the land, the skies and
waterways. Her life was chronicled and
photographed by the National Geographic Society. The magazine featured her on the cover
several times. PBS and the NGS channel
showed several documentaries about her happy life.
THE
END
© izzy sommers, md
Welland, Canada
October 18, 2013
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