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"Ay girl Tony wanna talk to you" kayla said bumping into my desk. "Girl his name is Mr. Brown" I rose out of my seat while rolling my eyes at Kayla. "Don't hate" she responded back. I walked into Mr. Brown's office and sat. "Mrs
“What the hell is going on here?!” asked Ben as he walked in the room. Connor immediately shot his head upward as did I. My heart dropped since I knew Ben would be pissed that I got to have sex with Connor before he did



Alvin Jones, one of the greatest basketball players of all time, had the ball in his hands once again setting up for the last shot. His professional basketball league team, the Avatars, were down one point with four seconds on the clock
I retired and decided I needed extra income to help supplement the retirement. So I registered with a service for nannies. After all I had raised kids and babysat my grandchildren so just how hard could it be



"Okay, class." Tom called out, as he stood up from behind his desk and picked up the stack of papers from in front of him. "Here are your essays. I finished grading them this weekend so I'm going to hand them back. Some of you did well, others did not



Alfie couldn't stop laughing. Maybe it was drugs; well, they had consumed a lot. Or maybe it was the suspense of the next few days before school started again. Who knows but Alfie couldn't stop laughing
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Harrisburg is a nice small-city. It sits about mid-way across when crossing Pennsylvania from either the east or the west. I had found most of the people I had met there sort of in the middle, too. I always enjoyed business associates who were natives. Nice people
Pulling up into the gravel driveway, I felt my insides quiver. The steering wheel felt slick as my palms sweated with eagerness and nerves. Even though no one touched me, I felt my skin tingle at the thought of the man inside the house
Chapter One "Hi Mister… want sum company?" Lisa batted her brown silken lashes and cocked her smooth white legs just so



Talk about the worst date night ever. Marie, my wife, started drinking from the get-go way too early, and by dessert, she was smashed. I mean, I get it. We have triplets and they are a handful, but this was supposed to be our anniversary and she drank it away



She arrived at the address at bit early. She saw Hank and Sam sitting in a car, watching. They were clearly checking if she would come. She came to the door and knocked. --- "What can I do for you, miss?" --- said a butler at the door. --- "I was sent here



“And that,” said Ms. Archer with the slightest smirk, “is why boys are falling behind girls in every category



This story is mostly true, although, I admit that I have played it up some. Surprisingly, not by much. Names and places changed, of course, but I hope you all enjoy



2. Arriving at Devil' Island The four women were brought up from below. Their collars locked together with a short chain between them. The yacht had docked in a secluded harbor on the small island. The women could feel the moist and warm air blowing in from shore