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The other night, I was at the department store in the mall, buying some clothes. As I was leaving, I walked by the shoe department and I decided to see what this year's women's shoe styles were like. As I perused the designer's spring collections, the saleswoman approached me.

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I hate doctor's visits so much so that it had been six years since my last exam. They always liked to poke and prod in places I'd rather have not explored, at least by another man. So when they scheduled me with a female nurse practitioner I figured I'd give it a shot. But when she walked in I started having second thoughts. She was not at all what I expected.

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Damien I was already in love with Elijah by the time I saved him from a rapist thug, but I hadn't really admitted it to myself. I first noticed him when I was manning a merchandise stall at No Way Out -- the big venue hired for hardcore punk gigs where both straight-edgers and skins can come, kids from either side of the bridge and the two different scenes.

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Dating when you're in your late thirties is a lot different from dating in your twenties. The expectations are different and there is a freedom to it that wasn't present twenty years ago. No, we haven't gone through menopause so pregnancy is still a worry as are sexually transmitted diseases. That's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about the expectations surrounding sex. At twenty a girl has to worry about appearing too easy. If she sleeps with a guy on the first date, will there be a second? Probably not.

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Part 1 After a long but uneventful flight, I arrived at the downtown Marriott in Austin, Texas, to find a spacious and comfortable room with a good view of the city. The first night I ordered dinner from the room service menu, which I was pleasantly surprised to find included southwestern cuisine, flavors that I love and don’t often have a chance to enjoy.

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I always knew of the man who lived in the house at the end of the dead end street as the Creeper. His real name was Mr. Manson, and I thought that his first name was Barry or Barney or something like that. The word around the school was that he liked boys, and from the time I was in elementary school, to the time I was a senior in high school, I was warned by other kids to stay away from his house.

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She sat sullenly outside his office, kicking at the leg of the chair with the heel of her black loafer. She knew this was it. She was going to get expelled for sure, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. She silently cursed her rotten luck. Just then the door opened. "He'll see you now," the voice said She looked up and saw the short, middle aged woman with soft gray hair smiling sympathetically at her and stood up to face her fate.

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The day of The Dance finally came. Actually, come to think of it, it was not a dance at all! It was just a huge party that was held annually at one of the mansions in the neighborhood and everyone was invited to it. Nobody knows when the exact date of The Dance was. Hell, none of us knew who the organizers were because the mansion where The Dance was held had no records of any owners, dead or alive.

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A soft warm breeze teases her body. The fragrance of flowers embraced by the wind teases her senses. A gentle summer sun holds her firmly, warming her. Her mind slowly wakens as the generous mother cradles her body. She is still drifting in and out, not quite knowing if this is a dream or reality. Flashes of memory whisper through her body and haut her soul, tempting her body to embrace them. The fingers of the wind dance over her skin causing the tingling waves of goose bumps to flow up her leg. Slowly across her stomach and around her firm breasts.

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Laura didn't know what to think of what she was seeing. She had thought she was going to find that her teen-aged son had been visiting porn sites again, but she wasn't ready for this. And she didn't believe it was her son this time. She looked at the blinking cursor in the "login" box and methodically began typing in various names she could think of, and passwords. Before long, she'd figured it out.

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