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My name is Derek and I am a burglar. And I love Christmas Eve. Not because I'm religious but because it makes my life easier. I mean who is going to question a man, dressed in red and white, carrying a sack, whilst climbing in through a window. And a fake beard hides most of the face as well. Only an hour ago an old lady shouted at me going into a house. I just turned back to her and winked. "Shh! You'll spoil the surprise."

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Lorri woke to a strange sensation. She was completely uncovered, which wasn't that unusual. Her niece routinely stole all the blankets. The difference was that she felt the cool air on every inch of her skin. She never slept naked while at her sister's place. She tried to reach down and feel what had happened and felt an icy shiver run up her spine. Her hands were tied to the bedpost above her. And it felt as though she was gagged as well.

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We walked into the party and realized neither of us knew anyone. Both Lisa and I had decided we needed to get out more so when a friend of mine told me about this party we both thought it would be a way for us to meet new people. It was in a ritzy section of town and we told the guy at the door that Phillip had told us to meet him here.

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Frank and I have known each other for almost forty years. We married sisters and live a thousand miles apart and therefore getting together is a bit of a problem. We have managed to visit each other every summer and with Frank being sixty-eight and me seventy- two we kid a lot about all of the problems associated with growing old. but the years have treated us fairly kindly.

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Sitting out on the back deck I do not always hear the doorbell when it rings. I should probably fix that problem some day since I spend so much time out here enjoying the view and sun. Then again I do not get many unexpected guests. I live on the outskirts of town on a large bluff. The back of my home faces the south towards the city and the view is spectacular.

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It was a beautiful Saturday night, a clear star lit sky with a full moon overlooking what seemed to be an ordinary neighborhood. As I drove through, its normalcy is what stuck me first, everything looked the same.

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Looking back there were so many turning points in our lives but for me sexuality, and sex in general and its effect on our friendship and the different ways love developed became important in the autumn of the year we turned eighteen. I'm not talking about the "kids fooling about" stuff but the powerful sort that attracts and repels, the sort that drives you and changes your life forever.

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I don't know why I never thought of this before. It's really just so obvious. I'm a very successful lawyer. My work is all involved with corporate litigation. I've made literally hundreds of millions of dollars. One reason that I've been so successful is that my work is my life. I enjoy it, I'm extremely diligent. I've remained a bachelor, on purpose. I truly love sex with females but I have no interest in giving my life over to someone else. It has always been relatively easy for me to find female companionship.

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It was a dark, stormy night. The rain was coming down in moderate amounts but the unrelenting wind made it seem as if it were raining much harder. Lightning flashed brightly every few moments and a sharp crackling sound of thunder followed immediately. Car alarms went off due to the intensity of the storm, and the lights from the street lamps did little to brighten the dark neighborhood.

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She never heard him approach from behind. She jumped when she felt his hand on her shoulder. She didn’t move. She couldn’t move. He hadn’t said a word, but she knew it was him. He whispered into her ear. “What would you say if I told you I was attracted to you?” Her heart pounded. So many things came roaring into her mind. He is a customer, this is professional suicide.

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