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Sarah looked around her suite at the island resort. It was luxurious, with marble in the bathroom and a balcony looking out to the ocean. She unpacked quickly then she lay on the double bed and stared at the ceiling with tears in her eyes. This was the bed she had been going to share with Roger, her fiancée until two months ago when he had called off their marriage.

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I've had many odd jobs before in my life but this was one of the oddest and best paying. I happened across it in the newspaper ads, "Wanted: twenty something brunette to do light cleaning every weekday afternoon, uniform provided." I called the number and the lady offered me twice what I was making during my regular 9-5 job, slaving over computer files. How hard could a little cleaning be and for so few hours? I was sold!

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As always, this is a work of fiction. While some of the events are based on the author's own experience, in no way are the characters based on any person living or deceased. If you are under 18 I implore you to stop reading. I need to again thank a fan for the idea and inspiration. Feedback is encouraged and requested. Enjoy.

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The alarm was going off again, and after hitting the snooze for the third time, I was finally starting to wake up. I was fading in and out of the dream state I was in, and was feeling incredibly horny. I couldn’t dent the wetness between my legs, so I reached down and slid a finger up and down my slit. I continued thinking of the dream I had been having where I had been making love to a younger girl.

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Chapter One- Luann Luann watched the white, fluffy flakes as they filtered through her view in the blinds. It had been snowing since early morning and she was happy to be inside the warmth of Ryan’s flower shop. Her thick mock turtleneck and flannel shirt kept her warm on the outside, but inside she needed nothing extra to warm her; she was already burning with desire.

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Liz sighed, watching an especially amorous young couple who had obviously forgotten they were on a public beach. He was gorgeous, and as much as Liz would have liked to live vicariously through the redhead he was pawing for a few minutes, she blew her whistle anyway. The pair looked more than a little embarrassed when they finally realized after the second tweet that the whistle was meant for them.

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Before starting my tour of duty in Okinawa, I thought my primary talent was playing the piano. I was soon to learn otherwise, though, and my late coming to "the" life gripped me like a disease or an unshakable habit. I had known since not long after puberty that I had an unusual attraction. I had formed friendships quickly from my days in high school—and not just with my school chums but with their parents as well.

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Phillip sat on the barstool staring at the mirror. The reflection staring back appeared to be as old as Father Time instead of 31. His lifeless eyes were red and swollen with bags under them from lack of sleep. His skin was a pasty white with a three-day growth of hair on his chin. His clothes were wrinkled and if he had been able to see clearer he would have noticed small stains on his jacket. He was everything he hated and everything he hadn't been six months before.

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I've always loved this time of year...the mountain air was crisp, leaves falling from the trees and the hint of the first snow was being predicted for the weekend. I had plenty of firewood and the kitchen was well stocked with all the food I needed. I made sure that I had plenty of diesel fuel for the generator.

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She awoke softly, a gentle breeze blowing across her exposed skin. She looked up and smiled as a sparrow hopped along her open window sill. Stretching, she turned her gaze to the clock... 8am... still early. She lay there, basking in the warmth of the sunlight, not quite ready to get up and out of her comfy bed. Her slender hand covered her full pink lips as she yawned softly.

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