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Sometimes in life we become so lonely that we are willing to do most anything to fill the void. Frequently we do things that are risky and foolish. Often our high risk actions come with unexpected consequences. Clair Davis woke late that Saturday morning. As she sat up she looked at the digital clock sitting on her nightstand. The red numbers displayed ten thirty.

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I was still in a delighted daze after my first experience with Julie. I looked forward eagerly to our next meeting, specially when she responded favorably to my request that she wear stockings and garters for me in the future.. Before I could call her, Julie called me. She said that her mother Mrs. Smith, who was my patient was feeling unwell and so could not keep her office appointment. Would it be possible for me to stop by the house.

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I'm Tom Davis, kid brother of Laura Hughes. I was a 30-year old high school social studies teacher and girls' basketball coach; after five years of coaching, thanks to two athletic sisters on the team, we won the district championship. Often, I saw the superintendent of the schools, Harry Bradley, and his wife, Rita, among the spectators at home games.

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(For a woman with a great Heart) Janet Penniwell wasn't the first girl I had fallen in love with, nor second or third. Heck there was a time in my teenage years where falling in love was a weekly occurrence, not that any of the girls I had fallen in love with had a simple clue. Falling in love was easier than being in love, and these relationships were purely in my mind. Girls from school were on the list, but the truth be know I was most infatuated with movie stars and celebrities of many walks of life.

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Autumn's father and I have been friends for a long time. I used to baby-sit his baby girl Autumn all the time when she was around 5 years old while he and his wife were off at work. By the time Autumn started going to high school, she and her parents moved to a new location. I was upset that my best friend had just moved. They were pretty much the only family I had ever known. Being 40 years of age, life sure does suck when you're lonely.

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I am Deep Basu, a fairly successful corporate executive and now CMD of a Swiss owned company in India. I am a happily married man with two grown up children both well settled abroad. My wife is a well educated woman, who in recent days keeps herself busy in social activities, to cope with the empty nest syndrome. We did have a very active sex life during the first four or five years of our married life. Later, it gradually went down hill, but did exist till about ten years ago. But now it is almost non-existent.

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Esther Watson was lounging in her bath; she had never in her life felt as good, or as satisfied as she was right now. She had thought back to when she might have done, but if she had, then it was a long time ago. Esther was wallowing in hot water lashed with scented oils; he was downstairs making her coffee. It was almost 12 noon, she had just got out of bed, or rather, she had just been allowed to. He had been screwing her since 7am this morning.

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I pulled the Kenworth into the driveway, drove it into its spot next to the house, and shut down the big Cat diesel. After checking everything out inside the cab, I grabbed my bag from the sleeper, opened the door, and stepped out into the chill Alaskan evening. I had just completed a three-day run to Kenai and back; I was tired and smelled of diesel, cigars, and stale coffee.

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Steve found himself the last person in the office again. It was another late night, and Christmas was fast approaching but he just had to finish the sales proposal. It was a huge account and could make or break his bonus for the next year. It was all going to be worth it in the end, he told himself. He girlfriend, Beth, had been bitching constantly about the late nights that Steve was putting in.

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Jake Hughes, the owner of Blue Sky Horse Farm, sat at his kitchen table sipping coffee as he stared out the window at what could only be described as a gloomy Saturday morning. Overnight rains had left the farm drenched and a heavy fog had set in, obscuring his view of the mountains that encircled the pastures where his horses grazed. The house was quiet and dark and it was times like this that he was most lonely.

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