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"So, what's with the hair?" Traci asked, a concerned look on her face. She had just noticed my bright pink locks. "I'm taking that job in Alaska. It's to celebrate my decision." "What?!" "I'm just too young to be stuck in this office, Traci," I whined. "Janie, this is a good job." I hated it when she got that motherly tone with me. True she was twelve years older than me, but she didn't need to be so condescending.

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Oh god, I was so horny. I was watching dirty movies whenever I wasn't at school, I was masturbating for hours every night. I'd sit in the lecture hall, twirling a shiny, jet-black curl of hair, eyes not registering my pathology professor droning away. While my classmates scribbled notes furiously on either side of me, I would be concocting daydreams filled with big cocks, silk sheets, and the wild animal humping. I had been fantasizing about sex so much I was hardly paying any attention to my ten classes.

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To some guys, my wife Cynthia is every man’s dream girl. She may not be a centerfold, but she is all woman. Standing just under 5-5 in her stockings, her firm 34B breasts make her Victoria's Secret bras proud. Her long legs are finely displayed when she wears flowing skirts which end a few inches above her knees, and most are shocked when told that Cyndi is 35-years-old.

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A summer of fun and relaxation onboard a luxurious cruise ship in the Caribbean sea. It sounds like a dream come true, yet even though I got to experience just that, the memories from that time doesn't include much sun or relaxation. Perhaps the simple truth is because staff doesn't enjoy the cruises the same way as guests. I got the opportunity simply because someone thought I was good looking and it didn't help that I had a friend who was a friend with another. You know, it really had nothing to do with friendship, just being at the right party at the right time, wearing the right outfit and doing all the right things.

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Margaret Rose Austin -- Meg to her friends -- grinned as she stood in her kitchen and listened to the hullabaloo from across the lounge. It was her son Todd's 18th birthday, and he and his buds were noisily discussing their plans for the evening, in terms that suggested they'd forgotten there was a respectable middle-aged lady just across the hallway. Not that she minded so much; she'd known most of the boys almost since the day they were born. Heck, she reflected as she washed up the greasy plates from the chili dogs and brownies she'd made for them, she'd grown up with most of their parents.

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1. When Trixie Ann got home (late, after her MBA class), she first checked on Judy, her daughter and Eddie, her son. They were asleep and did not wake when she straightened their covers and kissed them softly on the cheek. Then she made her way quietly to the master bedroom. Her husband Alan was already in bed. He greeted her sleepily and rolled over.

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It was Valentines Day and my husband, James, had told me to arrange a babysitter for the evening as he had booked ticket to a show as a surprise. I was very excited at the thought of a romantic night out, just the two of us. We didn't get to spend as much time alone as we would both like as he worked long hours and I stayed at home to care for our three young children, so I decided I was going to make an extra special effort this evening.

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My name is Jack. I drive a pickup truck. I am not a redneck; I don't have a gun rack or naked woman silhouette mud flaps or a winch on the front. I am just a regular guy who, at 6'4", 230 lbs, happens to be too tall to fit in a Honda. Of course this also means that I am everybody's best friend when it comes time to move. Being the nice guy that I am, and perhaps a sucker for a pretty face, which has meant that I have helped dozens of people move, some good friends and some, people I barely knew.

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I'm sure you've all met someone like Michelle. It wasn't that she was dumb or uneducated, it was just that she seemed to have trouble applying her worldly knowledge to herself. Then when something happened that did impact on her it always came as a surprise. "But why did this happen to me?" seemed to be her bemused motto.

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