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Melissa glanced at the clock while finishing up on the patient in the chair. It was nearly six, and she normally would have been home by now. But this patient came in the office only minutes before closing complaining of a toothache. And Dr. Roger Coast, Melissa's older brother, was willing to stay over to help. Of course that meant that Melissa would have to stay as well. Melissa was the only dental assistant who was a salaried employee.

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It was the stupidest thing I've done in my entire life; let's be honest, I knew that at the time but I still did it, silly cow! It was just before Christmas, and I'd gone with a few of my fellow teachers to the pub to celebrate the end of term – my first in my new profession. I'm Cathy Hull by the way, 23, pretty in a girl-next-door sort of way with a pale face, regular features, shoulder length brown hair (mousey, if I'm, being honest), and quite petite, five-foot-four with a slim figure. I'm from just outside London, and the school I teach at is about fifty miles north of my home town.

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I was born Faye Alexandria Maratov, and I am a whore. This means a variety of things to a variety of people. To most men this means that (despite the biological and psychological impossibility of it) I am ALWAYS wet, ready, and more than willing. With few exceptions, even the most sensible of men is willing to believe that I want nothing more at that moment in time than to be shoved up against a wall and fucked.

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Becky Freeman couldn't believe her luck. Here she was, an eighteen-year-old girl visiting a sorority house at the college she planned on attending in the fall, stuck sitting bored on a couch instead of exploring campus or checking out any of the weekend parties. As part of the school's orientation program she was paired up with one of the current students as a chaperone of sorts.

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You would like Jordan if you met him. He was a happy, good-natured young man. He was kind and always willing to lend a helping hand. It might not have been a very efficient helping hand, but it was available. He seemed to see the best in everyone and this made him like everyone. This attitude, plus the fact that he wasn't the brightest spark, tended to make him a target for bullies when he was younger.

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She entered the stairwell and launched herself at the stairs, taking them two at time. She reached her apartment in no time, and was soon inside her place, locking the door behind her. She shed her clothing as she moved through the apartment, freeing her long, dark hair. She shook her head back and forth gently, causing the ends to caress the soft skin at the small of her back. She shivered slightly, nipples hardening, and made her way to the phone. She dialed her best friend's number and started to sing as it was answered.

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Nina Zarachnaya was twenty four and since being a little girl she had wanted more than anything to be an actress. She needed to move to Moscow from her town of Luknovo to fulfill this dream but it had still not happened. Yet as she trudged home in the fading heat of a summer day she felt a burgeoning hope in her breast.

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I had just finished my three o'clock when my whole world really changed (although I did not know it yet)... I teach English at a small college. I knew that I had not been focused on the class at all and must have appeared distracted. I was. My girlfriend of five years and I had just broken up. I had meant to cancel my monthly student dinner in which I invited anyone who was interested over to discuss current events or any items of literature they wanted to explore further.

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"Hey red, got four quarters for a dollar?" Melodie Taylor looked up quickly from her book of poetry at the sound of the loud contralto voice. Startled, she thought she would be alone here in the Westside Laundromat. It was after eleven PM and she didn't like being off campus this late, but it was necessary. Studying for her finals had put her way behind in her washing and her sorority sisters in Gamma House were using all the machines in their basement.

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“Is there anything else on the radio?” Audrey politely asked from the rear seat. Her father laughed, “My little pumpkin can’t handle a bit of classical now and then.” Rachel backed her sister, “Oh come on Dad, we’ve had your choice for the last twenty miles, in fact longer than that, even before we got to the snow line.” Jacquelyn looked through the glove compartment and found a C D, “How does, Best of Cher, suit everybody?”

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