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The air was warm and the morning sunshine streamed through my window and across my bed. My eyes slowly came open and I yawned into my pillow. I stretched thoroughly; my fingers, my back, my legs, and blinked myself awake before flipping over onto my back. About this time, I noticed that I was suffering from that most terrible affliction: Morning Wood.

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It had been a couple months since my mom and I had that first encounter in the club. Ted came home and didn't suspect anything other than the usually, it seems, since he never suspected that I had been at the club. He and my mom went that next weekend and I stayed home to watch my little sisters. It was annoying, since Anna is 19, so I don't know why I have to get tethered to Macy, the little one.

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He didn't want to be here. Had it not been for his wife's insistence, he would be at the gaming tables in the casino. But a promise is a promise. Jeff stood by the side of the bar and let his eyes roam over the crowd of people. He hated these charity functions. They were the pet project of his wife, Eleanor. And since she had been called out of town on business, she had insisted that he attend in her place.

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The newest additions to my suburban world were a pleasingly attractive and friendly couple and we were exchanging pleasantries while their belongings were being moved into their new home. Almost immediately I sensed a comfortable, easy sexiness about them as they laughed and touched each other casually while helping the movers get the job done right.

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It was Friday night in Tempe. One of those glorious nights that Arizona is capable of. The temperature was just right the sky was clear, and Mill Avenue was in full swing. Every college town has what is referred to as University Row. It’s a street dedicated to separating college kids from their parents money. It contains an above average amount of bars and restaurants.

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I think The Kingston Trio said it first. But then Frank Sinatra said it more eloquently, moving it from a major key to a minor key. 'When I was twenty one, it was a very good year. A very good year for city girls who lived up the stairs.' And, yes, not only did the city girls live up the stairs, but they also - as Frank observed - had 'perfumed hair'. (Hairspray, I presume.) And it did come undone - the hair, that is - when I was 21. But we'll get to that in a moment or two.

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Ted and Carl grinned down at the woman on the floor in front of them, cutting off either of her exit ways. The female cop glared at the two escaped cons that she'd helped put away, not a touch of fear in her eyes. "Get out," she said, trying to take the position of power, even though she was lying on her own living room rug, "They'll catch you eventually anyway, but there's no reason for you to be here.

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When I saw Mrs. Crowley at the supermarket I had to smile. The woman who worked down the hall from me looked as good in her recreation clothing as she did in her business attire. That was quite a compliment, because she was always impeccable with her work clothing. Prim and proper, nothing out of place, everything put together quite nicely.

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"And over here is the Exercise Room." The building manager, Kyle Poirer, led me thru the apartment laundry room and gestured me through a door on the far side. It couldn't be called a "gym", but the small room was well-equipped for a good workout. A stationary bicycle, a stair-simulator thing, a rowing machine, and the universal contraption of weights and pulleys. A few exercise mats lay on the carpet. A mirror spanned the west wall.

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Brittany and Lori had a relationship many couples would be envious of. They enjoyed each others' company very much, having known each other since high school. They were close friends, closer than many knew. They were openly bisexual, yet their true sexual energies were devoted only to each other.

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