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Gawd how I hate him! His name is Daniel and he is such a jerk. Everybody else thinks so too, not just me. For some reason they all just put up with it. Well not me, I can't stand that prick! "What is he doing here?" I spit turning to Kayla. "Calm down, Jane," she says soothingly. "There's plenty of other people here...you don't even have to talk to him."

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It was bad enough being in an arranged marriage with a minor lord – that's how things were done among the nobility, and both of your father's had gained advantage from the union. But to make things worse, your husband ended up being an effete fop, more interested in cavorting with his like-minded "friends" at all hours than in some woman he was forced into joining. His sole concession to your vows had been on the night of your wedding, just to make things official.

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I smiled at my skinny shrimp of a cousin as she practiced on her trampoline. At 15, she still looked like an 11-year-old, with her blonde hair tied in a ragged ponytail and her innocent white T-shirt and cut-off shorts outfit. Her mom, my father's sister Tanya, had just gotten a divorce the year before. Tracie, her only child, had taken it hard but was throwing herself, literally, into her gymnastics. She'd always been a natural, with her skinny body and graceful moves. "Nice backflip!" I called out as she somersaulted up, landing on her feet.

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Over two months had passed since Jake Barlow escaped from the prison in Tennessee. The first two or three weeks had been rough. First, on foot, he'd headed for Gainesville, Georgia, because that's where a buddy of his had been living the last he'd known. When he got there, however, he learned that his friend was long gone.

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The bus ride started out innocently enough, but then most major events do. If anyone really knew what was going to happen to them at the end of the day—or night for that matter—would they board the bus, or would they stay home? Would you drink that last glass of wine and stumble out into the rain with only a knee-length vinyl rain slicker to cover your nudity, or would you lie in bed staring at the ceiling, listening to the rain on the roof? I'd probably do it all over again.

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After an intensely thorough physical examination by my new doctor and his medical students (see Complete Physical short story), I was rather happy with my choice to settle down in this new town. My job was fulfilling and I could afford to buy a nice little house on the edge of town. The locals were very friendly and seemed to keep their noses out of your business. I liked the nearby walking trails and the clear view of the stars at night.

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The very next weekend after our hard fuck in the hot tub, I got a very intriguing phone call from Ashton. “Go to my rrooom, the doorsss unlocked,” she said. From the slurring of her words I could tell she was very drunk. There was loud music playing in the background and the voices of a lot of people muffled Ashton’s message. “My roommate’s not there so just go into my bedroom and be quiet. Don’t turn any lightss on. I have a surprissse for you.”

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Snow White could hardly believe it was happening as she reluctantly closed her mouth around the invading mercenary leader's shaft. Just two days after parting from Prince Charming, the young thief was captured by a group of mercenaries hoping to claim the sizeable reward. Delivering just her heart would earn them a smaller reward, so they instead chose to take her alive.

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I love her. I love everything about her. I love her. I love her eyes; they shine like diamonds reflecting the emerald of a shamrock field. I love her smile; angels have fallen from heaven for envy of that smile. I love her hair, coppery red that flows down her back like glittering lava giving accent to her already breathtaking form. Her every movement is poetry. Mortals walk, the goddess of my devotion glides like water across polished glass.

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First off, let me say that rape is a heinous thing to inflict on anyone. Nobody in their right mind would suggest otherwise and I do consider myself to be in my right mind. When a friend became a victim of date rape I was as shocked, as supportive, as anyone but that was when we were in high school and I was much younger.

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