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Building up to be a really sort of interesting story. Back at Dana’s apartment, Abigail lifted her head up from between Dana’s legs, wiping away much of the fluid that had gotten on her face as Dana breathed heavily on her bed
I still went to see Mum every other day. I thought it was right that her and Dad should have time on their own



Night Shift Sissy I could never understand why my coworkers always balked at working nights. Every shift I took, I got more done in a few hours than I ever did while trying to concentrate with the distractions of the full office going about their own business



I like to believe I am a good person. I do chores around the house, get decent grades in school, and pretty much stay out of trouble. My name is Pat. I am 17 years old, and live in Amherst, Massachusetts



It's a Wednesday night and Steve is about to arrive at his work's office party. His boss, Rick, encouraged everyone to bring their families and since Steve is recently divorced, he only had his daughter Rachel to bring



The Chauffeur (#15) Babies and a New Love By: PABLO DIABLO Copyright 2019 CHAPTER 1 I had just barely gotten out of the shower and was drying off when the bathroom door opened. There stood Darleen staring at me. She has a beautiful smile and a wonderful body
t's a hot summer day in India, but there is no happiness in Anu 's family, the crop is failing due to a terrible drought that swept through southern India, and to make things worse, her husband died in an accident in his early childhood and since then she was living as a young Child Widow
1 "You can take your orders and shove them up your shit-filled cunt, Earther bitch. Even if you shoot us down, I have 30 killers aboard my ship just waiting for your goons to set foot on our deck
I was walking through a very weird sex store, and when I turned a connor of the store I saw a bowl of condoms and i started to laugh. I picked one up to read it, and it said "Batman always saves the day". I laughed a little, but then a guy came up behind me, and scared me



This is part two of a story originally posted here on June 16. 2011, involving a near-immortal man who calls himself John Smith, and a young woman he re-names Azelia after he takes her as his life-mate. They are members of the clan of Us, a race of beings somewhat like vampires
For covers of my stories, see -- This is an episode in the NAKED LEGAL group of stories



This is a continuation of Charlie's life. I will be posting her 'adventures' in a non-chronological order, just as they come to me. But I'm really wanting to go a bit further with this story, and maybe make it into several parts



Meep! Meep! Meep! My alarm went off as it always did at five thirty. I groggily reached over and pounded on the snooze button, practically breaking the alarm clock. I threw off my covers and lay there for a few minutes



This is a follow-up to ‘The Listener‘. She just left again to meet her boss. A lot has happened since I wrote last about Crystal’s exploits. Her lover has been talking to her every day on the phone and they make plans together



For a couple of years in the 90s I worked on a camp in the south, set up by a Christian group to host and take care of unmarried teenage girls who had been sent by their families