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It was a dark and stormy afternoon in the old city of Atlanta. Many of the local bars were starting to fill up with the usual after hours power drinkers. The smell of dust and rain mixed in the air. "Damn, it looks like it's going to rain again" said Allison with a grin on her face that could only be described as pure blissful sarcasm. "I love it when it rains" said Erika " it always makes me so horny".

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Jan didn't know Carol very well. Of course she had seen Carol around the neighborhood some, and they ran into each other at the grocery sometimes. But they really weren't friends, just acquaintances. Jan had heard things about Carol and her husband Rob. One of the neighborhood rumors was that the couple went to some pretty wild parties, but Jan wasn't sure she believed it. As far as she knew they were just another middle-aged couple.

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"Alright Dad, you've heard about Jayson and me, now I want to hear about you and that couple in San Diego. I think it's only fair." You're, right, it's my turn. This goes back, oh, about forty-five years; I was in the navy and as I said stationed in San Diego. I wasn't married to your mother yet, but I was engaged to her. She was living back in Texas and we planned to get married when I got out of the service.

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"I'm sorry, Deena," her lawyer was saying. "You can't expect to stay in business the way you're spending money. My god, girl! You made almost $300,000 last year, and you're $22,000 in the hole, now!" He shook his head. "I'm glad you and my wife aren't friends," he muttered, walking away. "Oh, and you have to be out of the office by next Thursday," he added, over his shoulder.

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In those days, I didn't wear underwear. I had long hair down to the small of my back. I was in good shape, lean and muscular, a bike rider with thick legs and a laid-back demeanor. You probably know the type. So a certain kind of woman often responded to me. A certain kind of man, too, although I'd never given that a thought. For my part, here's what I liked in a woman: Natural, sensual. smart. Sexual intellectuals. Open and daring, although even if they weren't, I usually got them there pretty quick.

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I arrived at my Alaskan destination after four different flights, including one float plane. It was late in the evening but the sun wasn't cooperating; the natural lighting made it seem about 5pm. I was due to start a new seasonal job the following day. My first impression of my new "home" was positive: the air was brisk and clean, the snow looked pristine, and three absolute hunks came out of the bunkhouse to help me with my luggage!

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It started out like a typical fall Saturday evening, if your typical Saturday evenings start out with dinner with your bi-sexual girlfriend and her bi-sexual girlfriend. Nicole and I had been together for about eight months now. A few months ago she introduced me to Alice, who she had met at the gym and had been enjoying a flirtation with. That night ended in a hot threesome, and that became the norm for us.

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It had started out as a simple game, a way to signal one another in a single word of a mood or a desire, a need. Tracy was as wild and uninhibited a woman as you would ever want to meet, and I felt lucky, and fortunate enough to have found her. Little did I know how wild and crazy she could actually be. Something I have thanked my lucky stars for ever since, though I might also add with a little reservation thrown in for balance.

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The car was a beaten up old Daihatsu Charade and as it pulled into the parking space outside the shop the bumper smacked into our photo processing sign knocking it onto the footpath. From my position at the counter I could see that four young girls of about 22 or 23 years old were in the car giggling and carrying on.

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I volunteer at the local high school where I teach music—two hours of bass, guitar, and drums for the aspiring rock stars in the area. It's a way for me to pick up some extra cash and keep both the kids and my own lonely self off the streets during the day. Ms. Lindstrom teaches creative writing at school—a course that is only offered at the end of the day, so we frequently pass each other in the parking lot, the office, the halls. She is one of the only teachers that is under thirty, as I am myself.

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