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After inheriting a good amount of money at the age of 23, I decided to sit down and figure out how to budget the money so that I could go ahead and retire. After trying to squeeze out every penny, I decided that I would need to hold onto a part time job for at least a few more years



Lloyd's Angel by Virtual Scott October 2010 It was shaping up to be another busy day. The remote vibrated discreetly in my pocket and I headed for the mall entrance. "On it," my partner's voice sounded in my earbud
I had written before that I have only cheated on my husband once. This was not entirely true. I was 25 and engaged to my husband, I was also very pregnant with my first child
I was sitting at my desk, outside Ms KC. Rider's office when my mobile phone flashed. 'Message' I clicked it open; it read, "You look HOT today– going somewhere nice?" I scrolled the message back; to see who the sender was – Tommy, one of our sales rep's



You know that feeling you get right when you're having an orgasm? I certainly do. It's a feeling that no matter how hard you try to explain it, it just seems impossible to get the right words in. Such a heavenly feeling



The darkness envelopes the room, almost completely black if not for a slight glow from the fullmoon coming through the thin curtains, it is 4am and unfortunately for me time to get up



Tonight Bentley and Catherine are working the third of six overnight shifts. Both work for a large and reputable Veterans hospital in Northern Quebec. Bentley and Catherine found themselves assigned to the largely unwanted task of updating the patient database after a recent crash


Chapter Twenty: Promises Angel was barely inside the door when Rich, who kicked the door closed behind her, had an arm around her waist, with his face buried in the crook of her neck. He was kissing, and gently biting her shoulder



Dear Diary, So I molested stupidname again



DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the “Harry Potter” characters. These stories are strictly for ‘entertainment’ purposes. Don’t sue me, I have no money



I sigh deeply as I look around myself. I hate the hassle of changing departments. I hate training hours that shorten my paycheck. I hate learning a new call flow



For covers of my stories, see -- This is an episode in the NAKED LEGAL group of stories
This is my first and is meant to be erotic, rather than straight f-ing etc. Will continue if tpeople like it. It's quite long. He wasn’t sure when he’d first noticed her as anything other than a co-worker. Perhaps it was after they had been working together for 18 months or so
It was dark as the inside of your eyelids in every direction but the voice in my head kept steering me onward. “Forward, at all costs Nigel



Joe washed his hands slowly but thoroughly. The water was scolding and burning his skin. Joe didn’t care for he was miles away. He looked at his life as though he was watching a movie. It was not his own it couldn’t his own. Joe would never be in this situation