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'I see you're in the paper again, Ms Brune.' From behind the concierge's desk Davy Markham held up a copy of the local community newspaper with a front page photograph of Josephine Brune ceremoniously planting a tree in front of the new West City Early Childhood Education Centre. 'I've got a couple of spare copies here if you'd like them.'

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"Tina, where are your clothes?" I asked the nubile teen I discovered naked in my den. "Clothes, don't need no stinkin' clothes, Mr. B," she slurred. "You've been drinking." Nothing like stating the obvious while trying to buy time, and having trouble dragging my eyeballs from staring at those gravity defying young tits, with the vividly erect nipples.

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Isaiah McDermott shifted his pack to ease the pressure on his shoulders. He rested a bit as he checked his bearings. It appeared as if he was on course toward his destination. According to his map there should be a farm house near by. He had to avoid it at all cost. The "Aggressors" would be watching it. It was on a natural choke point where the roads crossed because of the terrain. The creek and the river in conjunction with the hills made this the easiest way to get to the main highway.

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"Come on in, Peter." Laura Rogers said with a big smile, "How was school today, dear?" "Pretty good, Mrs. Rogers." Peter replied quickly, "I was so excited about our session this week, so my mind wasn't on my studies today. I did what you asked, and waited all week." "How sweet of you." Laura answered while kissing the young lad on the cheek. "Lets go inside I have some cookies and milk." Laura cooed wrapping her arm around him, "I've been thinking of you all week myself. I have a special surprise for you today."

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The sun streamed into the kitchen making the room mellow and warm. Dave looked out the window into the garden next door. Somebody was moving about in the lush tropical growth that had become untidy during the past couple of years. Old Jacobson had grown old and withered, finally dying just a few months previously. His children had finally sold the place but Dave had yet to meet the people who had bought it. Clearly, the figure he could see was one of them.

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I'll admit it: the first six months after my divorce I was like a blind dog on Viagra , ready, willing, and able to jump on anything female. You see, I'd been married for almost 10 years to a good-looking but very uptight and very frigid woman; at 37, I was finally free and clear and happy. I was determined to have a good time, and I did.

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During high school and college I had my share of girls. But, as with most guys, I always fantasized about what I couldn't have. I had been dating my girlfriend Lisa since my junior year of high school, even though we'd been going to different colleges for 3 years. We visited each other about once a month, so I obviously had to dip into the local supply of sorority pussy. I'm sure she new I was getting some on the side, but she never mentioned it.

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I was sitting somewhat gloomily under the beach umbrella idly listening to the ocean rollers pounding on the shore. It was a beautiful day with the bright sunlight heat tempered by the gentle breeze coming in from the sea. Further along the beach I could see two stick like figures of children throwing something into the sea for an equally stick like dog to fetch.

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Here I am sitting here all alone on a Friday night again. My mind is not upon the books in front of me and once again I am thinking of other matters. I frown at that thought, for I am getting behind on my studies. I guess I should tell my story from the beginning. My name is Nick and I am a twenty two year old man attending university and this is my last year of school. I live in a small apartment with my friend of many years.

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It's peaceful up here in my school library. I like the big windows. I like the big tree outside the windows, here on the second floor, where I kinda feel like I'm in the tree. I'm trying to decide what kind of tree it is, and I think it may be a sycamore. That's the kind with the smooth patchy bark, right? I think so.

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