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"And over here is the Exercise Room." The building manager, Kyle Poirer, led me thru the apartment laundry room and gestured me through a door on the far side. It couldn't be called a "gym", but the small room was well-equipped for a good workout. A stationary bicycle, a stair-simulator thing, a rowing machine, and the universal contraption of weights and pulleys. A few exercise mats lay on the carpet. A mirror spanned the west wall.

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Brittany and Lori had a relationship many couples would be envious of. They enjoyed each others' company very much, having known each other since high school. They were close friends, closer than many knew. They were openly bisexual, yet their true sexual energies were devoted only to each other.

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I hate camping; I think that it is the stupidest thing ever. Why would people want to go out into the wilderness and with no bathroom, no shower, and no electricity? But despite that my Dad would insist once a year that he and I went out to this obscure little clearing in the woods which wasn't even a real campsite. We would go out pitch a tent; eat fish that he caught in the lake, and sleep on the cold hard ground. 

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Once upon a time, a very handsome Master and his adoring pet were sleeping soundly in a large comfortable bed. Their bodies and souls were intertwined, as both tend to be in the midst of such a deep subconscious and vulnerable state. With him, to have such blissful sleep with her represented trust, and allowing her to be so close to him while in that vulnerable state. For her, the closeness and bliss allowed her to be protected, safe; her soul open, and the shelter of his embrace shields her from the world. Thus the cycle ensues...

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Molly had gotten up early that morning to start her drive down to the Bed and Breakfast. Her journey was taking her to an old country home found while surfing the WEB. She loved these romantic locations deep in the countryside. This one was especially interesting having been built in the mid 1800s by a wealthy southern farmer and his wife. The house reminded her of her grandparent's home and a host of good childhood memories. The fact that the WEB site hinted the house was haunted also tweaked her imagination.

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"I think my diets would work a whole lot better if the food I ate went to my ass and not my belly," Dawn mused, "Then I could starve this booty into submission." Next to her, Maria chuckled. "Honey, I don't want to hear about how big you think our ass is," she said, "Especially when you're standing next to this!" Dawn giggled as her she watched her mother give herself a little smack on her big bottom, sending ripples across her cheeks.

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It started with a plate full of food. It was no different than the plate full I had eaten the night before, or the night before that. In fact it was no different than any dinner I had eaten for the last fifteen to twenty years of my life. What made the food in front of me repugnant was... laughter. I could hear it echoing in my ears even as I looked down at the food.

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Gary hooked his thumb vaguely in the direction of the room that he and Kimberly had converted to a nursery. "Kim's feeding the li'l one," he said. "She'll be out in a few minutes." He often referred to his new baby as "the li'l one." In fact her name was Emily, but at six months, I suppose "the li'l one" is as good a tag as any. Then with his other hand he hooked a thumb toward the hallway that lead to his music studio. "Sheila, I wanted to show you the folio of Bach etudes I just got."

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Sam was on his way home. He worked odd shifts, not the standard 9a-5pm bullshit most other people had to work. So he was leaving in the early afternoon. During his drive home, like most other days, he called his daughter to check in on her. Amanda was 20, and lived with him while she attended college. They always had a very close relationship. They talked about everything.

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The bride worried that she would shatter. She felt as fragile as the glass bottles of oils and perfumes set out for her bath--a bath she didn't welcome, and one she knew would never make her feel clean. In the water, a gilded lion gushed rose-scented water from his mouth. Julia had always thought the fountain beautified the room, but now the lion seemed like he was just another predator waiting to pounce.

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