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Love never fades. Growing up. My name is Aaron Fitz. For the first twelve years of my life, I grew up like any other child. Going to school, coming home from school, doing my homework, playing with toys, just being a normal child

The women at work tend to take up most of my time on a daily basis

Chapter 3; I thought I would get revenge I was so pissed and confused after that fuck session we had in his office I wanted revenge. After all I was a smart, successful, business woman

Brian walked over to the box and began digging through it, looking for anything to tie Allie with. I looked at my ass in the mirror. It too was marked with red and pink by Allie’s whip. She walked over to me and studied her work on my ass. “You did a good job,” I said

I'm sorry this chapeter has taken so long to get out. Life gets in the way. I will finish this story, but I seriously doubt I can do a chapter a week or even ten days

I have discovered over the years that hiding in the shadows or fucking younger family members can be inherently risky to ones freedom. I have a pretty good gig going here that is a whole lot less risky and a lot less difficult

ABBEY & THE CEO CHAPTER 11: THE VIDEO “Ms. Thomas?” I was stopped at the gate into the club community where the Cornell’s lived. “Yes, sir.” He smiled. “I’m not sir … just Al.” Al was probably in his early 60’s being a security guard for a bunch of rich people

Secretarial duties “Yes sir, thank you so much,” I replied to my boss shaking his hand. “You do a good job Mr. Petrelli and I expect to have a weekly report from you,” my boss replied. “I won’t let you down sir

HIS POINT OF VIEW I work at a bar, so one night you decide to come in and see me. You don't tell me you're coming in though seeing as how we have never met at this point. You come in with a friend and sit at a table close enough to the bar so you can watch me work

Author’s note: Fiction – Noun – 1. The class of literature the class of literature comprising works of imaginative narration, especially in prose form. 2. works of this class, as novels or short stories: detective fiction. 3

Have Hands –Will Travel The Early Years It was while in the Army I actually done something to really change my life. The times reflected the mood of the early 1970's with the Vietnam War, Watergate and Women's Lib in the headlines.

Getting up at 2 am to be ready for work at 3 am was probably the hardest part of my job, working in a warehouse full of guys.now that was a lot of fun. They'd come in looking exhausted and annoyed until I'd give them a " Good morning _____" and a big smile

Pete started his porn company with three cameras and a few lacrosse team jocks that wanted to reel in easy puss. Those Bang Bus dudes nailed cheap bitches all the time and made millions. Pete knew he could do that

Claire was the only person left in the office. It was a Friday, and those who had not taken a half day or a whole day off were at lunch. She had been invited along, but needed to work more than she needed to take a long lunch. It was strange to have the entire office empty

Two weeks past since syxx and aubry had their 'fun' with each other but syxxs mind was thinking about bella and ways to earn her trust back. Syxx headed over to the goddesses house and sera welcomed him at the door. "Hey syxx come on in