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I'm standing at the registration desk of the hotel we agreed upon, a small bag in my hand. I didn't pack much, as you requested. I don't think I'll need much else, this weekend, do you? The woman returns with my credit card and hands me a slip of paper. "You have a message, ma'am." I open the paper and read:

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Part 2: Burning Girls Sandy's pretty sure that Mum's fucking her best friend. I'm not so sure. My name's Sally. Sandy's my twin sister. They say that whenever twins are born there's a sensible one and a not so sensible one. I'm the sensible one - or at least, that's what I tell myself. She'd disagree. But whoever's the sensible one Sandy's the one that jumps to conclusions. That we can agree on. She's actually pretty good at it, too. Well, most of the time. *****

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My eyes open hesitantly - struggling to adjust to the early morning sun filtering in through the bedroom curtains. I let out a small groan as I reached across the nightstand at the side of the bed in an effort to turn the alarm clock in my direction so that I could see what time it was. I froze in mid-reach when my mind finally processed the fact that I was completely naked and in somebody else's bedroom. It came rushing back to me in a hurry why nearly every muscle in my body was protesting with my every movement. I slowly turned my head, hoping that it had all been a fevered dream.

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Chase wiped the sweat from his brow. Damn, but it was hot in this attic! He had promised to help his neighbor, Mrs. Gumshot, clean out her attic in exchange for her late husband's jazz albums. Mr. Gumshot had been a bandleader and had a massive collection of old jazz hits.

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The rest of the event passed in something of a glorious haze. We sat around the stage that had been transformed into an elegant table, quickly set with linen, fine china, crystal, and silver. The two yummy women who had served the hors d'oeuvres (one of whom had served me so much more!) efficiently and expertly brought a wonderful meal to the women who were Linda's friends, as well as to Linda and to me--I'd been asked to join them at the table.

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I had always been curious, even if it was just a pang of interest in my mind. Growing up, I had lusted over girls like any other adolescent, the word "vagina" was almost enough to make me cum on the spot. As I grew up, however, I learned to embrace my sexual interests. Once I began to look at pornography, I realized that my eyes were not drawn immediately to the cunt and tits, but to the cock. From that age forward, I began to explore with my gay curiosity.

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CHAPTER 1 Twice divorced with continuing strong interest in working and male company, Lillian Smith, who'd once again reverted to her maiden name, made her seventh application for a new job and secured a position as personal assistant to the female operations manager of a courier company. The two women settled in together fine, both being the same age of fifty-two, and with similar interests except manager Marion had been married to the same man for twenty-seven years and had warned her new recruit she didn't talk about her husband or home life.

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Charli was ass horny. She called it "the feeling" mostly because the first time she had an anal orgasm was when she was getting it in her ass doggy style from her then boyfriend, Mark, and that Black Eyed Peas song was playing. That, and for her, "A good night" started or ended with an anal orgasm.

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I was invited to a party that was being given by a friend of a friend. I had never met the guy, but my friend said he knew every chick in town. Being nineteen and not that sexually experienced, that sounded good to me. He told me to just meet him there and gave me the address.

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In the early spring moonlight, the back of the river seemed to lift and heave like the body of a snake, flowing over rocks and stumps, braiding its way through copses of saplings on the flooded banks, pooling and forming eddies as it washed around the concrete pilings of the bridges. "What does that remind you of?" I asked her as we drove along. "What does that make you think of?"

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