COME ON, how bout some JUICE on this forum?

[Dalene Steenkamp (Coetzee)]

     Patricia, it's all sort of equipment used for swinging i.e.  poles, screws etc etc      

[Diana Rudd (Boehme)]

You've got our Boy Georg panting already.   

[georg ruf jr.]

 boobs hoolahoop1 bling1

Maybe we should tell Paula. She's looking for a way of getting HEATY in winter.

[georg ruf jr.]

I knew I should wear my glasses. I read painting in your post Diana, but it's panting.

[Paula Gottsch (Willson)]

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What is one to do with you Georg jr, ok, so when you read it as "painting" what was it that you thought Diana had you "painting"??


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[georg ruf jr.]

Well, you see. Diana often alks of her pills and wine. So I didn't ake to much notice... 

[Diana Rudd (Boehme)]

So I've Noticed Mr Ruf.  I'm not a total alcoholic and druggie you know.     What was that you just said?

[Cheleen Koekemoer(Pretorius)]

Any hot GOSS going around in Oranjemund lately?  Have not heard anything in a while....

[Michael Alexander]

er..... I mentioned the lady that got thrown in jail over the weekend...
A new creche has opened in the old Pre-primary.....

No affairs on the go.... all the lose woman have left town........

The unions are trying to nail management... for that okie that died on the mine...

[Cheleen Koekemoer(Pretorius)]

What lady and why???

New creche??  Who's creche is it?????

Loose woman.... ....something bound to pop up/out some time....

[Bob Molloy]

This thread goes all the way back to 2008 and has had more than 1300 hits which gives some indication of the draw-card effect of what was once referred as illicit sex. But all that's so yesterday now that sexual behavior is not only more open but also so commonplace and normal in terms of casual encounters that there is a danger of it becoming a bit ho hum. For example sex scenes in films and television soaps are almost par for the course and few eyebrows are raised when the characters get their gear off on the first date.   

That was certainly not the case in Oranjemund's heyday when the lid was so tightly on the kettle that something had to give. It did, spectacularly in some cases, tragically in others. A married former chief of security's affair with a school teacher turned sour when she threatened to tell his wife, presumably in the hope she could snap him up after the divorce. He arranged for her to be fired. On the morning of her departure, just as the security car turned up to take her to x-ray, she doused herself with methylated spirits and set herself alight. She was flown to Cape Town for intensive care. He quickly resigned and left town with his family. 

There was also the strange case of the truck driver who shot his lover's husband, was found guilty of accidental discharge of a firearm and set free, whereupon he promptly took off for Luderitz where he married the widow.

Peyton Place,  a well-known film of those days based on the sexual exploits of a group of apparently respectable pillars of the community in a small town, brought hoots of laughter when it was shown in Oranjemund.  The general consensus was they'd shot the film in the wrong town.

As a stringer for several newspapers I was privy to much of the gossip, most of it unprintable, underlining Pat Honeyborne's remark when the handed over the job to me on his retirement: "Bob, you'll find the best stories never get written."

One story I was naively hoping to break were the key parties that were only hinted at, always in reference to some unknown others.  It turned out that most, if not all, were among the more cosmopolitan young marrieds of the middle management group. Participation was by invite only, and don't forget to bring your wife and your car.  That last was the big limiter for most people as the town was closed off to outside vehicles and only those with company vehicles qualified. However, I did get to learn some of the rules.

First, personalise your car key with a special tag or something your wife could recognize. As all Landrover keys looked alike she wouldn't want to accidentally pick up her boring old husband's key by mistake. At the party, held at various houses m turn, there was first of all lots of liquoring up to loosen inhibitions, then keys were thrown on the carpet and the men retired to their cars to wait for the female who would join them with a key that fitted the ignition (no Freudian reference).

Then off to the female's house where she first went in to send the babysitter home if there was one. Once the coast was clear the chosen male entered and they had a fixed time, two hours I heard, to discuss world affairs and release tensions. Then back home for the male. If a car was still parked outside he would diplomatically wait until it left. One female told me she found the postmortems were big turn-ons and sometimes even more fun.

The caution given most married women as new arrivals in Oranjemund was to ensure they left with the husband they arrived with. Quite a few didn't.

Could go on but I think I've bored you long enough with all this ancient history.

[SandyB]

So  right Bob  .. I  have  recollection of  hearing my Mum  chatting to friends  on  some of the  sexploits  in the town .. I was a good eavesdropper ... ha  ha 

[Keith Margetts]

Hey  . . . Keith is back!!!!!!

[Michael Alexander]

Hehehehe! I assume you have had your pole repaired then Keith?

[henniek]

And there was a certain Plant Supt , who frequented Mooimeisiesfontein for a regular snog , using the company's Landrover ... apparantly to check the plant
after hours
No wonder Stella said that O Mund beats Payton place with a lady Chatterley and a lover around every corner