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Last Saturday I went over to a friend’s house to eat and he had his sister, Kylee, over for dinner. For some reason it seemed like they didn’t like each other very much


I tried out for the swim team every year in high-school and made it at the start of my junior year. I'd always been pretty fast in all the strokes and they needed an IM guy so I finally made the squad



Day Fourteen I woke the day after the barbecue and immediately groaned. My whole body hurt, again. I carefully stretched it, enjoying the feel of the silky sheets against my skin. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand, 11:37am



It was an overcast and mild day in mid-June many years ago and I was just nineteen. I was staying at my uncle’s farm to help him out a bit as well as take a little time to figure out my plans for the future



Chapter Thirty-Seven BROCK “Please!” The elf scout screamed. “I don’t understand why you’re complaining,” I said as I loaded him into the trebuchet, “I’m returning you to your army.” “Hold on to this tightly, Imperial, and don’t release it too soon



Jack was pissed off. Again. Once again his Chinese employer had cheated him. Not only was his pay late, again, but the bastard had invented some bullshit deductions. Jack was ticked. He had been in China just six months and gone through three employers


Fbailey story number 699 My Tits Are Bigger My wife and I were at her tenth high school reunion. We got married right after college that was four years ago. We did not have children, so we spent most of our time working and working out



My girlfriend, Barby, was really excited when I told her about my experience with young Jacqui
Last night had been amazing, thought Erica as she drove her black BMW towards home, and her waiting husband



This all took place way back in the mid 80's back when I was young early 20's in my first full time real job since leaving college. I had not had the job very long trainee account at large double glazing firm. Pay was Good back then as double glazing was the in thing at the time



My Pretty Little Slaves – Chapter 11 – Super Bowl trip, Laurie's homecoming and Ben Jr
Sweat built up along his brow like a crowd on black Friday. His ax screamed as it cut the air. Piece after piece of gnarled wood ripped apart with each mighty swing. The ax penetrated the logs fibrous core with strength and practiced ease. The woodsman plowed on


Fbailey story number 218 My Daughter The Drug Dealer My wife had left us a few years ago for someone that wasn’t a dirt farmer. She had always hated the hard farm life and it was just a mater of time before she left us
It was the seventh day of her journey back home. Kaylee, a black women barely considered twenty one was wearing the only thing she had clean. A tight blue dress that stopped halfway up her smooth carmel legs
Every summer my brother and I go to stay at my grandparents house out in a small town. Me and my cousins stay there for a week and basically do whatever we want. The problem is my brother is 8 and the only other cousins who stay there are 6 and 12 years old. I am 16