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Emmy had suggested we spent the evening watching a film, and I was happy to go along with her plan. I'm fairly open-minded in what I watch, and cope readily enough with most things she chooses. I might object if they were sappy romances time and again, but—to be fair to her—they're no more common than any other genre, so it works out ok.

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Katie's POV: I was numb, completely and utterly numb. I could no longer feel my body, my mind or my heart. The man I'd been seeing for almost three years broke up with me two days before Christmas. I thought he was 'the one.'

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I happened into an unbelievable experience about a year after my wife passed away suddenly at the age of fifty-three. Since we were empty nesters, after it happened, I had pretty much spent many hours a week at my office where I was away from our memories and the loneliness of our now empty house. As was my custom, I left home around 5:00 a.m. and drove the hour to work stopping about half way to get coffee and a New York Times.

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I desperately needed to use the bathroom. I always drink a big glass of water before going to bed, and in the mornings, I always wake up with a full bladder. Normally, that's not a problem, since the house in which I live with my mother and older sister has two bathrooms between the three of us. But the master bath was having plumbing problems. So that left the hall bathroom.

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WARNING-DO NOT attempt this at a furniture store near you. * "We need new lounge furniture," Leonard said. "Our old arm chairs are looking really sad and saggy. I don't like Veronica buying furniture as she always gets something flashy and cheap and never wants to try it out properly first.

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Somehow, over the period of a couple years, I developed this (Cyber-crush) on a man on the Internet whom I only knew through his words and text. He has a website where he posts erotica of all sorts, some of which he writes Himself. It was hard not to automatically take notice of Him. His words were like mind candy. The appeal of every word, every curse, every movement and every taboo called out to me.

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I guess I did it on purpose though I'm not really sure I knew it at the time. If I think about it long and hard, I'm almost certain it wasn't my idea at all, but I'm not so certain you'd agree with me on that one. There again, I doubt you're complaining one way or the other since either way you still got your way. Okay, we both got our way, but that's not the point either.

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For many years I led a life of quiet desperation. At the age of 23 I still lived with my divorced mother, and I was still a virgin. But do not think for a moment that I had no sex life, no appreciation for pleasures of the flesh. I did. I worshiped, adored, dreamed about, and was utterly obsessed with the legs of young women.

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On January 24, 1965, I reached the mature age of nineteen years and left Michigan State University in a snowstorm. It had snowed more than a foot and the drive south to Baroda took over six hours. I have reflected on that day upon more than one occasion in my life, and still marvel at how seemingly innocuous events can have such far-reaching repercussions.

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When I was 25, I lived alone in a one bedroom apartment in a rather large apartment complex with 1, 2, and 3 bedroom units. I had moved there after breaking up with a long-time girlfriend, and was enjoying being a single, independent adult for the first time in my life. One Saturday night, I had decided to stay at home, mainly because I had just paid the rent, and my cash flow situation was not very good at the time.

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