This story is not exact to any actual characters or place in any time in history nor is it based on any persons living or dead. It is modeled after ancient Japan.
"What do you think you are doing you impudent whore? How dare you talk back to me, Yuriko! I ought to kill you now and send you to the depths of hell!" He smacked her again, drawing a line of blood from her lip to match her bloodied nose and bruised cheeks and eyes, which were downcast and deeply afraid.
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CHAPTER ONE
I had no idea when I woke up this morning that I would wind up in the hospital. Of course, I had been fighting this cold for a bit. It did seem to be a little worse than normal, but I went about my morning as usual despite the chills and nagging chest congestion and cough. The last thing I remember was walking in my front yard to cut some blooms from the perennial garden.
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Rachel Diaz was your typical upper-class snob. Her husband was a high-powered investment banker and as a result, Rachel lived a glamorous life-style. She had it all: huge house, fancy Lexus, big pool and expensive clothes. Despite Rachel's perfect life, she was a rude, obnoxious bitch who did not like anyone or anything. Another reason for the Latina's attitude was her stunning beauty and good looks; Rachel was 45 years old but she did not look a day over 30.
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Sometimes on warm summer days I like to get out and hike in the sunshine and fresh air. One of my lady friends, Doreen, is an avid hiker and often joins me. We both love hiking in the hills outside of town where we can get our exercise but still enjoy privacy. A few days ago I picked her up at her apartment and drove to a remote hiking trail. We followed the trail for a while then left it and headed for a spot where nobody else ever goes.
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Pete was old. He didn’t feel old, he didn’t think old, but when he looked in the mirror each morning, he saw a face older than he felt himself to be. It was perplexing.
But two facts reminded him daily, he wasn’t young any more. Each morning he woke up aching, and rolled out of bed. He had to stretch for several minutes to get the kinks out before he could start moving. There was that, and the matter of sex; a fond memory from the distant past.
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My hands were trembling as I sipped on my chocolate martini. I was fidgeting with the rim of the glass, running my finger around the lip of the martini glass. I kept glancing down at my watch, anxiously waiting for him to arrive. The surprise I had for him was becoming more than I could handle, as I was itching to have my fun.
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Helen went out to feed the animals, as much to get out of the stifling cottage that backed up into the hillside as to perform any chore. The ground around was mostly bare dirt, and there was the smell of livestock and staleness.
She reached out to pet a goat that had come up to her. They had those strange eyes that unnerved her, but still, she hungered for some kind of contact with a warm living thing that would not rebuke her.
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She's got long, straight blond hair that always smells like coconut, a pair of legs that make up two-thirds of her height, and a round, narrow little ass. She also has an insolent, self-satisfied swagger, a pert, better-than-thou smirk, and a fifty-dollar manicure. I've taught a few like her before, and I know the way it goes. She's seen how I look at her. She's slacked off this whole term. I can tell she thinks she can scam an A out of me by shaking her ass.
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He stopped in the doorway, forearms resting against the edges of the frame as his cool gaze surveyed the crowded, dimly lit room. His faint smirk widened into broad smile as his eyes stopped on her. Across the room, seated on a plush sofa, she had looked up the moment he'd opened the door. She met his eyes with a stubborn frown that only made his smile turn feral. He blinked and she was gone, his view obscured by the crowd.
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I've owned this lingerie shop for years; no one ever shops past eight at night. It is now eight-thirty and, I really need to change the hours of the shop. Tomorrow I will make a new sign showing the altered hours from closing at 10 PM to the new closing time at 8 PM. As I start the motions for closing the shop early I walk around the store picking up things people left behind.
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