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I had been in college for only a few months now, and already I was beginning to feel lonely and isolated. I’d never been much of a social butterfly in my life; I’d always kept to myself save for a few close friends
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The next morning was a blur. All I could think about was last night. "I am so screwed.", I thought to myself. The next couple of days came and went



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Chapter 22 Halvatia Curry hummed softly as she cleaned the collard greens for dinner. The murmur of laughter caused her to look up and out the kitchen window. There in the gazebo sat the Crafton's, Carter and Caitlin along with their mother



I lay quietly in bed with Anna, trying to make as little noise as possible as we both recovered from another passionate night. “One day” I whispered, “I would like to fuck you without worrying about being caught!” “I know, me too
It was a typical, night shift Sunday. The huge factory, normally bustling with noise and activity, lay quiet and dark. I was in my office/quality lab, dipping parts in chemicals and singing along with the cranked up stereo



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I sat there staring at my phone, I looked through last night pictures and placed a hand on my forehead. “what the fuck did we do?” I stared at my brother who was also staring at his phone



Chelsea Rollington was puzzled by her recently deceased Mother’s finances. Growing up it seemed that her father was often involved with business investments that went bad, and also liked to gamble at the casinos and the racetrack
I didn’t really want to go out, but it was better than being alone and bored to death in the barracks that Friday night. Being the oldest guy in the platoon, and the only married one, I figured there wasn’t going to be much for me to do at the base club
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Chapter Two: Destroying Innocence Lily ended up not being able to hold in her cries, so he duct taped her mouth, shutting off any sounds. Her eyes kept following her every mouth, frigtened and fearful
Joe woke up the next morning, Maryse still draped over him, fast asleep. He slowly slipped out of bed, picking up his clothing and slipped into them, before heading out