I picked my way through piles of corrugated tin, broken toilets, and lawnmower parts and came to a halt when I saw the blue uniforms and the wheel-less old Lincoln Town Car, with the smashed-in engine compartment, sitting on concrete blocks. Mullins had said it was an Inevitable Case when he'd called me, but I'd never get used to seeing the various ways that could play out. What we referred to as an Inevitable Case was a street whore or hustler some john or pimp had taken for that final ride.
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Don't get me wrong; I'd love to visit the States on a holiday, but to have to do it on business is a real chore. I'd been over to Boston once before, about six years ago. Technology meant that it wasn't really necessary anymore, but for some reason the Company Directors decided that I should be out there in person when the new Server went on-line.
I travelled over on Sunday so that I could be in the office first thing on Monday morning. It was a relatively relaxed journey – I didn't have to check in until after lunchtime.
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Pat dressed up for Halloween like I had never seen. She was a cross between a sexy Hooter’s cheerleader and a 100% slut. Starting from the bottom of her lovely legs, she had on a pair of white sneakers; her legs were bare with just a tan and so smooth and toned. The cheerleader shirt was Hooter’s orange and white and it was shorter than any cheerleader’s skirt I’d even seen.
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I fought back tears when I saw the spots of blood that heralded the onset of my period. Despite the increased use of fertility drugs, I was not going to be a mother this month.
I crawled back into bed with my husband Todd, waking him to cuddle with him. Sunlight shone through the blinds.
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This is the tenth in a series of stories about a scientist named Edward Vitello who has in his possession a very, very powerful love potion developed in a secret government sponsored research project that, to his dismay, was cancelled. He is determined to continue the research by doing human trials on a wide variety of selected women.
The chemical is called SX69. It is an extract of Bonobo monkey DNA combined with a molecularly altered Oxytocin from the common shrew. Bonobo monkeys use constant sex as a social bonding tool and female shrews mate for life after one whiff of a male's unique Oxytocin.
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The room is dark, floors are bare but for a square carpet in the middle.... it is this, most likely oriental. Your steps echo across the room.
You travel the walls, lighting fat candles as you go, and soon the room is bathed in a flickering light. Simple, but you don't need much to do your work.A knock at the door and a girl, short, tan skin, short dark hair and begging brown eyes is dragged in by her collar.
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Susan glanced at her watch and hurried out to her white Ford Explorer, her heels clicking on the asphalt of the parking lot. She had arranged an early day from work and wanted to get home to her husband. David had the day off and she hoped to use the time to coax him into some long overdue love making.
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Andy wanted to taste the forbidden fruit. He longed to try anal sex. Not from the receiving point of view and absolutely only with a woman, but he was totally obsessed with the idea of doing what he liked to call "using the back door!" Indeed he had determined that this year, in fact soon, he would feel his cock press against a woman's sphincter muscle until it permitted him entry and he finally slid his length deep into her rectum.
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It was my first big party of the year. I had come with my friend Amanda. Being from a small college in a small town, we often made the drive to the nearest state school, where there was always a party or two on the weekend, especially at the frat houses. Soon after arriving, however, Amanda ran into a group of friends from back home.
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I'm scared, I've been scared in the past so I know scared. Forty something years ago I was a part-time rally driver, back before World Rally Championships in pocket rockets with their roll cages and radio contact to their teams and the myriad safety features designed to protect the drivers, I drove what was little more than a standard road car with knobbly tyres at high speeds through twisty fire trails that wound their way through dense bushland with an equally scared navigator yelling the course notes to me. Believe me that was scary.
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