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Many years ago I was pretty active in taking outdoor photographs. I hated doing people, and especially didn't like doing weddings but they paid a lot better than the occasional sell of a scenic photo, so I shot weddings and family portraits as they came along. Like I said, that was quite a few years ago. When kids came along there wasn't time for my photo trips and the activity died out. Now, with the kids all on their own and me single again, there's a lot more time to do the things I want to do.

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As she sat down my girlfriend Sandy said, "That old codger is sure eyeballing you!" "Who? Where?" "Over there." She nodded her head toward a table where three males and a female were sitting. As none of them were looking at us, I had a chance to study them. The three males seemed to be a grandfather, son and grandson because of their similar appearance, with the female being the son's wife. "He's been looking at us ever since you came in."

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"I'm concerned about your work in this course, Theresa. You've already missed three assignments, you haven't been to half of my classes, and your midterm research assignment is due in two weeks. How is that coming? Have you started it?" "Yes, Professor Burk, but I don't know what to write. I tried to do the other assignments, but I'm behind in all my classes.

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It has been getting a little cold just lately, I guess winter is finally on its way. The best thing about it turning cold is it gives me an excuse to go shopping for new clothes. The shops have been full of new winter tops and jackets for ages anyway, I'm surprised it's taken me this long to finally go and splurge! Not that I'm not a sensible shopper, I always like to have a good look around before I splash out.

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It was the third week in August and a Wednesday, the slowest day of the week at our mountain resort-retreat and the bosses only day off. It was even slower because a Faith Bible Church group had booked the entire resort, and they weren't doing any extras. They had meetings in the morning, then broke up for sightseeing and shopping trips. Almost no one came in to the Spa for massages and facials, though a few had manicures and pedicures in the Gallery area.

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I first noticed her on a grey November's day at the supermarket. As she loaded shopping into her car a huge bag of green apples fell from one of the carriers, hit the ground, split and fruit rolled everywhere; she must have been very fond of apples. Much of it tumbled, erratically in my direction, I scurried about gathering up the tumbling orbs and restored them to their somewhat flustered owner. I would never have looked at her twice, she could have been my mum but then she smiled and her face lit-up, rolling back the years in a trice.

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It all started when I read a story in Literotica and sent email to the author to tell him how much my roommate and I had enjoyed it. I had no idea then that my wildest fantasy was going to come true! Let me tell you a little about myself first. I'm 25, never been married and no children. I'm 5 feet 8 inches tall, 115 pounds, with shoulder length brown hair and green eyes. I love sports and working out, so I'm in really good shape. I've been told that I could be a model if I wanted to.

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It was fraud, of course. And it was discovered in the same way fraud is always uncovered - by accident. I'd found it, and it wasn't even my department. I was in computing, but when I stumbled across the old spreadsheet even my untutored eye couldn't miss it. I knew who. It surprised me, because she'd been at the company for about twenty years. Eileen Romford. Credit controller.

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Chapter One It had started so innocently. I had been in my favourite chat room, just fooling around in my own virtual way when my private message box flashed up. "You are funny" it said. I looked at the senders' nickname and it was one I didn't recognise. Wary at first I replied "Thanks. You have caught me on a good day." About thirty seconds later came the reply "Lucky me. Wanna chat?"

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The tale I am about to relate was told to me by a dear friend of mine. I had known her for about twenty eight years when she came to me with her story. I shall call her Nancy, which of course, is not her real name. Over the years she has shared many of her thoughts and troubles with me, and she certainly had plenty to share. A husband, whom I shall call Kevin, is an alcoholic and transvestite. He cannot perform sexually unless he is dressed in female clothes, and try as she might, Nancy can’t cope with this.

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