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Brad was an only child. He was six years old when his mom, Karoline, died in an accident. He had fond memories of his mom, especially of the one summer he spent in Northern California at her family's beach-front home. Often, he looked at a photo taken on a beach that showed him being hugged by his mother and a woman with long neck and legs. The woman called him, Berde, a Danish name. After his father remarried, he did not have a good relationship with his step mother, Brigitte. He saw her as an immature and selfish woman.

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I've been absolutely in love with my wife Sara since I first met her when we were in fourth grade. We were instant best friends and she lived just down the street from me so it was easy for us to spend a lot of time together. I'm an only child, but Sara has a younger sister Ashley, who's 5 years younger than us. Despite the age difference Sara and I welcomed Ashley to hang out with us quite frequently.

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I had known Christa for years before she ever came out. Not only had I harbored a bit of a crush on her, but even my wife once told her that, if anything was to ever happen to her, Christa had her blessing to take her place. We had a lot in common and it always surprised me that some lucky guy hadn't scooped her up.

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"Just a minute," I said to Kati as she stood up from her dressing table after putting on her make-up and smoothed her skirt down. We were getting ready to go out one Thursday evening to a friend's birthday celebration at a restaurant in town. We were already running late by a few minutes but there was important business to deal with first. I motioned for her to lift her skirt and she raised it up around her hips.

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Dedicated to the sexy lady who taught me this phrase: fact dragoste cu tine. Diane, a 44 year old housewife, was happy with her life except for the fact that she felt like a servant in her own home from time to time. This Saturday morning was one of those times as her husband was out playing golf with his buddies and her kids were still in bed. Meanwhile, she was stuck doing the chores.

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(Note: There is no immediate sex in this chapter. There will be, in following chapters, but I prefer the story to build up to it. Enjoy!) * Kellin: "David!" I grinned at him as he sat down in the empty chair next to me, looking gloriously perfect in dark jeans and a black hoodie. His jet black hair was perfectly disheveled, and his emerald eyes sparkled. I was greeted by rows of bleach white teeth; his uneven smile made my heart skip.

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It is Saturday, mid-morning. My cellphone rings, I pick it up and see that it is my answering service. I take the call. "Yes, speaking...What are the symptoms?"...looking for a pen and paper. "What is her number?...OK. Thanks." I jot down the number. "Stephanie! What have I gotten myself into now?" I say to myself.

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The view out the porthole was spectacular, and Jane could never quite get used to it. Earth, the blue, white and green bubble floating below in some surreal sea of black. This close you couldn't even see the stars unless you were on the night side; the brightness of the planet completely overwhelmed you.

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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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Donna Gant sat reading a magazine on the couch in the family room of her center hall colonial. It was around one o'clock on an August afternoon, and the late-summer heat and humidity was swelling outside. Donna was enjoying her last "free" days before the new school year began, and she would have to get back to work. Donna was a science teacher at the local high school where here sons, Ryan and Mitchell, attended. She and her husband, Tom, had moved to the town some 12 years ago, when Ryan was just five and Mitchell was only two.

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