2001 was a pretty shitty year for me. It started off with my husband of 5 years leaving me. I can't say it was a complete surprise, I mean I did catch him cheating with my best friend at Christmas. I swear to god I loved him when I married him but...neither one of us had been happy for a long time. He blamed me for getting pregnant. We were just a couple of kids, I was 20 when told my new husband that we had another mouth to feed.
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Dec 23rd
"Hey honey, how's it going at your folks' place?" Diana asked while the slim, blonde, twenty two year old stretched out her long frame on her queen-sized bed. Her childhood room hadn't changed much since she had moved out, and as she chatted on the phone with her girlfriend her eyes wandered over the décor. 'Wow I can't believe I still have that poster of the New Kids! What was I thinking? Hmm well that was during the time period when I was faking being straight.' at that thought she chuckled.
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Lizzy and I had been an item for two years when we decided that we were going to take our first foreign holiday together and having shopped around we had settled on a two-week break in Cyprus. Friends and family had recommended various places to stay and as a result we had picked a four star hotel in one of the quieter resorts on the island.
We both led hectic lives so the prospect of two weeks relaxing in the sun together meant that we were very excited by the time the departure day rolled around.
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He was laid to rest in the crowded little graveyard adjacent to the small Anglican church on the fringes of the Kyrenia Harbor in Cyprus. My mother had shown no interest in interring him in the States—or even in attending the burial ceremonial in Cyprus. But I thought that, in any event, this was a fitting place for him to be buried. This was where he belonged. He had taken his stand here and lived the last decade of his life here. I just wished I had been part of that last decade. Of course, that was as much my fault as it was his.
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It all started about a month ago when my husband’s best friend Kohl came home from school. Actually it started last Thanksgiving when he was home...he, my friend Catherine and nothing but myself were smoking pot and laughing and making ourselves pretty horny... came of it. He came back from school and the three of us hung out at our first house...lots of flirting and innuendos were flying high.
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I've been at this gig for about three years now in a Northeast city. It isn't what I expected to be doing, career-wise, at my age, but I can't gripe about the pay. This is for a private apartment complex (not a hotel, mind you), so it's rightly what Europeans define as being a Concierge (attending to high-end residents' needs).
I'm in my mid-twenties, tall and reasonably fit, outfitted in a blazer, gray slacks and dress shoes, and I sport a genuine-enough smile that's kept fresh every day.
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It was our first vacation for just the 2 of us in more than 7 years. Marc and I had been married for 13 years and had 3 children. We were very happy, but we had lost some of our "couple-ness" in these years of parenting and really needed to find that spark again. I wanted to be sure that we would still have each other when our parenting job was done. I found someone to stay with the kids and booked our room and off we went.
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CHAPTER 1
Judith Kennedy smiled at she looked out the small kitchen windows of the holiday home at the lake. The dads and boys of the two families were playing soccer on the rough, just-mown lawn against the girls and the boyfriends of the older girls. The females were shrieking 'foul', 'that's not fair' and 'give us a chance to play the ball'.
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I am not sure what motivated me. Was I just sick of guys my age? After all, they were immature. And especially, so I have been told, sexually immature. As a sophomore in college, I had only slept with four guys. Well, that is been fucked by four guys, I have fooled around with many others. In that time though I had never had a guy bring me to orgasm. Take a typical night with the last guy I fucked, Johnnie.
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Brandy marched across campus with a determination she had never known.
She was so focused in fact, that for once she didn't notice all the usual glances, stares and double takes she caused when she walked by. Brandy had an angelic face, with large, bright, brown eyes, her face was framed in shoulder-length, shiny, brown hair, which bobbed and swayed when she moved. This heavenly visage was contrasted, by her body, which looked as if it had been made for sin.
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