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I was at Steve's place having a beer and a chat; I heard the front door open, and the voices of Steve's wife Judy and daughter Becky came in. They had been out to measure up some things in a flat that Becky had bought. Both came in and I stood up to say hi, I receive the usual kiss on the cheek, and hug from Judy and then from Becky as well, as she said, jumping up and down, "Hi Bob, nice to see you, it's been a while, how you doin?"

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It was just past closing time as I looked through the shop window with great interest in the quiet side street I found myself on. I had the night to kill being away with business and had gone for a walk around the town's small streets before I went for something to eat. It was filled with corsets, girdles, suspenders and bras, all for the more middle aged but discerning lady. A couple of torso dummies at either end of the window display showed some lacy attire that really had me thinking.

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Isn't the unforeseen relationship perhaps the very best of all possible pairings in life? Most of us grow up believing that we will in fact meet that ideal someone who will be our lifelong partner. Young girls dream of the prince charming they read about in fairytales, riding in on a white stallion, their first kiss, the dreamy wedding and life happily ever after.

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Mary was dead. This must be distinctly understood, or nothing wonderful can come of the story I am about to relate. Mary had been my wife for over twenty years, mother of our kids, confidant, no doubt the best thing that had ever happened to me. She was not, I hasten to add, perfect, nor was I, by any means, and we had the usual ups and fortunately few downs. However, one morning, Mary just didn't wake up.

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Damn, Linda muttered to herself as she glanced at her watch. If I don't get this to my boss by tomorrow morning, there will be hell to pay when I get back. First, I get sent to this teacher's conference, and then he wants a copy of the participant materials overnighted to him. The bastard! "Yes ma'am, there is a UPS store nearby." Linda thanked the concierge at the Marriott Hotel and hurried out the front door.

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The temptation of high school senior girls was too much. He was glad he hadn't become a career teacher -- one of these girls would have surely seduced his cock into her body by second semester -- if not by lunchtime on day one. His morality and ethics were pretty strong. He didn't have to have sex with every beautiful woman he met -- however, that didn't mean he didn't think about it. In his life, though, sex had been something reserved for those women he loved. He'd been with just four girls in his years.

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Crash! The window shattered into a thousand pieces as shards of glass flew everywhere. I couldn't believe how hard I had struck the baseball with my bat. It seemed to fly in slow motion toward her window. As soon as the window shattered the other guys ran off like scared rabbits. Frozen in place, I just stood there. We had been playing baseball in the vacant lot since I was eight years old.

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It was a cool summer night in late August when her plane touched down in Los Angeles. Kaitlin was a bundle of nerves over what she was about to do, although it was something that she had dreamed of for quite awhile... meeting Geoff. Before exiting the plane, she grabbed her luggage from the overhead compartment and proceeded into the airport. She would spend the night at a hotel before putting her long awaited plan into action.

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"Do you work for the city?" the cute, blonde 30-something woman asked me with a tinge of irritation. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I did. I had two degrees in Mechanical and Electrical Engineering, including a teaching credential in Secondary Education. I was actually the head of Pottsburgh's Park Maintenance. I nodded my head and picking up my wrench stood up from the ground where I had been trying to fix the sprinkler head in Park's park.

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It had been a year since Don had left Samantha and moved in with his secretary. As part of the divorce settlement Samantha kept her home and had sufficient money to get by. It occurred to me that it had been a year in which Sam had drawn herself into a shell. Although she lived just down the road we were at best nodding acquaintances. Then it struck me that she'd always seemed the quiet type, Don, her ex, would strike up a conversation but Sam was never included, and if she did attempt to join in Don would quickly cut her short giving the impression that Sam's opinions were unimportant.

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