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On June 22, 1975, Jaws, the first summer blockbuster movie, opened nationwide in 409 theaters. Earlier that day, under a dazzling blue sky filled with great puffy white clouds looking like immense sheep dogs at play, I packed my 1971 Ford Pinto with a sea bag stacked full of uniforms, a duffel bag filled with neatly folded civvies and several cardboard boxes of books.

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Please forgive me if there are any spelling or grammar errors in here – I don't have anyone to correct my work so I have done my bets. Hope you enjoy it as you did my last stories (thanks again for the response to those). I am 30 years old and I am good-looking guy – so I have been told. I am just under 6 foot tall, medium build 70kg – with a nice physique.

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The opportunity to fuck the guy next door had probably been there numerous times over the 7 years we had shared a fence, but it was not until a few days before I moved out that I realised it was now or never. He's a couple of years younger than me and has recently lost quite a bit of weight. He's obviously happy with how he looks and I can't blame him.

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Miranda stepped carefully onto the next lily pad and held her breath with the hope that the green leaf would hold her weight. The water beneath her was black as night and her pale reflection rippled slightly as she moved from one lily pad to the next. Crossing the pond was always a terrifying and exhilarating experience, and Miranda felt her heart race in time to the song of the crickets and the swish of the cattails along the shore.

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He talked about it all the time, in the context of a fantasy. Most of our fantasy talk usually became a reality eventually. That's what I find so exiting about him. We read, shop and fantasize together and then when the opportunity presents itself we instinctively act it out without hesitation. This particular fantasy however required the consent of another individual, my very good friend Becky.

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My name is Lisa; I will be 19 years old at the end of the year and I can boast a 36-24-35 body, if I was into boasting. I am often mistaken for being at least three or four years older than I am; if I was taller it would probably be more. I suppose that when I get older the age factor might be classified as a problem, but for the moment it doesn’t bother me in the slightest. I like being young and I like being mistaken as older.

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I'm close to the end of my life now, and as you reach your twilight years mostly all you have left is memories. Especially since I lost my wife of more than 50 years, Katie, I spend most of my time looking back.: my youth in Nebraska; my brief spell as a college football star; the first time I ever saw Katie, and fell in love with her; and, of course, the War.

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The dream comes often. It is never quite the same, but it is the dream, nevertheless. One thing always happens in the dream. Always. In the dream she is: Confident She believes in herself and her abilities. The decisions she makes are good, and the consequences of those decisions are positive. Aggressive people don't disturb her – she deals with them directly and forcefully, if necessary.

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The new owner of the Faro Ranch was unlike anyone that Emily Wilder had ever met in her twenty-two years of life. Her world did not extend far beyond the slat fences of the Faro. Her father had managed the ranch for Mr. Donavon for twenty-six years. When the old man had died, his son had auctioned off the cattle and sold the property.

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this is the story of how lost my virginity and began my journey to be the goddess I am today! I have always known, even as a small child, that I was unlike other boys. I started stealing my sister's clothing at the age of the eight. My parents caught me numerous times dressed as a girl, always telling me it was wrong and trying to discipline me. I enjoyed wearing her dresses, underwear and especially her shoes. My sister Kara was 18 at the time and rather promiscuous.

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