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"Well how about that? Frankies! They're playing our song!" laughed Kathy as the DJ announced another 'golden oldie' for the gyrating mass of teenagers on the marquee dance floor. In this case, it was 'Two Tribes' by Frankie Goes To Hollywood. "Shall we show them how it's done?" laughed James, nodding towards the dance floor. "No, I think we've embarrassed Katrina enough with our antics. It's her birthday party after all," replied Kathy, waving to Katrina.

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I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as I drove, trying to ease through the slushy streets as quickly as possible. I was late, I knew it, and no doubt he knew it too. Master had texted me my newest orders; at the rate I was going, I was going to be punished for sure.

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As ever, it began quietly. A look, an 'accidentally' raised hemline, stooping just too low allowing the valley of your breasts to cascade across my view as you brought my Rioja, but it built rapidly. I think it was twenty minutes ago that you abandoned all pretence of subtlety and reappeared in a little black dress.

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"Alright everyone sit down in your seats. Let's get started. We're already running way behind and the first meeting of the year is the most important, it sets the tone for everything else we will do." Kendall yelled as she barged into the room. "EVERYONE QUIET".

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If it hadn't been for that chair, I probably would never have dared to do what I did. It was a perfect chair. It was large and heavy. It was wide and shallow... My wife was a lawyer at a high powered law firm. She made four times my income. Some of my friends wondered how I felt about that. It was cool.

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He had seen her sad before but, in the year they had been together he had never seen this. His heart broke as tears rolled silently down her cheeks. She looked so delicate. Her hair hung in ringlets around her face, going from red to black as they made their way down her back and over her supple chest. Her big, dark brown eyes were full of tears and bloodshot though she refused to let them spill over.

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As I looked up the steps to the front door of the Hawkwood family home, I was filled with dread and anxiety. I started up the first step and I could hear my mother pull away in her car behind me. I could hear the sound of rubber on the wet asphalt fade out as it made its way down the the circle of the drop off area to the black ribbon of the long driveway that led to the front gate, passing the lush grass and trees that lined it. I wasn't entirely sure why I was there.

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"Mrs. Jameson?" the voice on the telephone asked. "Yes" Kellie Jameson answered. "This is Ms. Milton at the Colhaven Prep School" the voice responded "Our headmaster would like to see you regarding your children. Could you come in tomorrow around 5pm." "I" Kellie stuttered "I suppose so. Is there a problem?"

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"Hello?" I said as I picked up the phone. "Hey Max, it's Jessie." Jessica Burns was one of my closest friends. We had met in high school and became closer friends when we both attended state university. "Hey Jessie. How was your therapy session today?" Two months back Jessie had been raped in a parking garage.

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The time has come and finally we decide to meet. Anticipation runs high in the days leading up, culminating on Tuesday, when we've agreed to meet and have dinner. I arrive at your place, get out and walk to the door to meet you. As I reach to knock, you open the door; we both smile.

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