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The alarm. Again. He had heard it now maybe twice before, and always at intervals of 10 minutes. Time just enough to fall back into dreaming--the plot continues but is now informed by that subliminal contingency of just 10 minutes more. Shit. Why don't she turn the fucking thing off?

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I felt a flush of relief when I felt the thump of the wheels touching down. The little commuter prop plane had been moaning and groaning for nearly an hour, the passengers lit up by flashes of lightening outside over and over. There was just eight of us on board, plus the attendant. Normally the flight would be full but obviously a lot of folks had canceled. For days the reports of the class 5 hurricane had been head line news, so here I was, feeling stupid.

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I am so insatiable today. I'm probably a danger to society, but you really really got me going last night. So I'm thinking what about the flipside what would I do to you if I tied you up and had my way with you, used you for my pleasure? Found ways to torture you with passion...

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"He's late." "I know." "Did you call him?" "Home and cell, yeah. No answer." "He's been late every fucking day." "I know, Chad." Chad pursed his purple glossed lips. "Well, Mr. Know-It-All, maybe you can tell me just how the fuck we're supposed to record without a fucking singer!"

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Note: Mark and his sister had not seen each other for a long time and since both had just had horrible relationships they decided to become closer. Pairing up as swingers looked like a good idea but was it? All rights reserved. * Mark Reynolds had not seen his older sister Kathie in about three years. After graduating college he had moved to the west coast while she was going through a bad divorce with the asshole she had married. His new position enabled him to travel more so when he got the chance to go to Boston he figured he would give her a call.

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I'd had a couple of busy weeks at work and had just returned from a weekend getaway with my family. I'd looked with a bit of envy at my brother and his little family and got annoyed with my parents who'd made none too subtle comments on my single status at 34. To me, the more embarrassing fact was that I'd not even been out on a date for years. How sad was that?

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My wife, Beth and her mother, Ruth, were flying to Colorado today to visit Beth’s brother. They were downstairs packing. We had to leave in about twenty minutes for the airport. After dropping them off I had planned to go to a party our firm was throwing for some clients. I was in my home office upstairs answering email when Ruth appeared in the doorway. I said, “Ready to go?”

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When I woke up, Audrey was gone. For a split second, I thought that it all might have been a dream and my heart sank. But I soon realized that I was lying in Audrey's bed and there was still the heavy aroma of sex hanging in the air. Throwing the covers off me and sitting up on the side of Audrey's bed, I surveyed my sticky naked body to find that I had a few fresh bite marks, a couple of sweet hickeys and several fingernails scratches all over me.

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Lucy Wright was forty two and divorced with two grown sons. Both sons were in college but that did not mean much as the college was just across town. John the oldest was a senior and due to graduate in the fall. He had an apartment near campus, which he shared with his girlfriend. Joe the youngest was a sophomore and lived at home most of the time.

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I don't know when he's coming home or if he'll be alone, but I wait. Won't be long till the bars close. But I swear to myself I won't wait long. Not more than a half hour. It'll take him at least that long to get home. No longer though. Finally he walks up to the door alone, his breath hanging in a cloud on the cold air. For a minute he doesn't see me and I just look at him - what a cocky way he moves. Even when there's nobody watching he walks like he owns the world. And maybe he fucking does.

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