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A BAD DAY CONTINUES (Part 3) ** AUtHOR'S NOTE: based on the ratings, part 2 was a little disappointing. It was a transitional chapter, not a lot happened. I hope that this one more than makes up for it. ** Dinner and two glasses of wine did little to calm Peter down



Author's note: This story is fictional. All the names have been changed to avoid any similarity there could be with real events
Breeding Beauty chp5 - Bidding frenzy, vodka enama and sloppy second's, third's and more. So after realizing what Cory had done with the bidding I decided to give it a try myself. So I posted a add on EB for an antique wood frame



I just banged my dad again last night. Soooo horny. Today in English I fingered because of that. "A field trip?" Fay screams at my teacher. "Aren't those for little kids?" Han asks. "Yes just you all are going to help addicts and drinkers so it's a good cause." Mr. Ligh scolds



Part Two: Three days passed and no police came for me, and when I saw Ashley, it didn’t seem like she knew anything. Just as I suspected, Jill didn’t have it in her to tell anyone about what I had done, either because she was ashamed or because she loved it, probably both



Right guys. This is my first story so give me some genuine feedback please. This story doesn't specifically involve any sex. It's just a template. I want to do things differently here. I want to know what you want me to do to the characters



I never liked high school, but I guess things only get worse before they get better. Today I proved that. I was in English, daydreaming as usual, when I hear my name. “Olivia, can I see you outside now please.” My teacher asked me
Introduction “The Inferno” was an epic penned by Dante Alighieri in the 14th century and was required reading for a lot of high school students, myself included
12th May 1982 The wooden chair outside the heads office had seen my backside more than once. The secretary glanced at me through the open door and slowly shook her head to herself. It was familiar to see me there



Ryan stood in the doorway of his little sister’s room watching the sweet girl sleep. This was the third night in a row he had stood here with his hand down his boxers, thinking about how soft Mel’s tiny lips would be to kiss



*Legendary Shy Chapter 3 Driving down the road it seemed like it was taking for ever to get to Zach’s, especially when you have 4 angry women in your car



Why Mothers' Cry 'Ello, Alex=), again. This time I'm going to do an incest since I was told so many times not to in my last story. Aren't I just the worst =] Another difference is that I'm going to put this in a boy's point of view



Darian snapped his fingers again to command the rattling chains to release Roxanna's wrists from hanging from the ceiling. He needn't have worried about the princess escaping just then, despite her feisty spirit of rebellion



Prior – The Rapper and the Sportscaster: The Rapper and the Sportscaster – Down In the Dumps The Sportscaster in the Urban Jungle The Boys were not bums but lived in this backwater as homeless since they could not find a legal place to live that was not too near an exempted place



This is an improved sequel of slave market.