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Marty and Julie had been married for 5 years, and Marty was struggling to come up with a great gift for his wife. He had looked at jewelry, sexy lingerie, and dozens of other ideas. Nothing seemed to be exactly what he was looking for, until one day the perfect suggestion crossed his path. "You think she'll like that?" asked Marty.

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Guy was a twenty-five year old washing machine service engineer who was mentally and physically marred by the scarring of adolescent acne. He was also thin, shy, and sexually frustrated, and was altogether the exact opposite of all that service engineers are supposed to be. His was not the life of continual housewife conquests and extended house calls no matter how much he wanted it to be, and on the only two occasions that he had made half-hearted advances to the ladies he had called on he had been rebuffed instantly, and threatened with being reported to head office.

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I called Jennifer back a couple of days after our last tryst and she practically squealed at the sound of my voice. "I'm so glad you called," she said. Grinning, I replied, "me too. How are you doing?" "Great, now. How about you?" "Great too. Hey, can I come by and see you tomorrow afternoon?"

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Donna Smithers stood in her largest client's office, her stomach queasy at the thought of losing the two million dollar contract. She knew that the client had been shopping around for a better deal. She knew that without it her business might very well go under. She also didn't trust the client very much at all. She was willing to drop the cost to the client by two hundred thousand dollars which would just barely cover her costs with a bare minimum of profit. She knew that she might not have a choice in the matter and that made her sick to her stomach.

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Eric sipped his drink, watching her. Amber smiled coyly at him over the rim of her glass, laughing at something one of them had said. He had been enjoying their conversation, but his thoughts kept straying to how much she'd had to drink. Eric watched with interest as she dipped her fingers into the glass of her third cocktail, trapping a cube of ice against the edge of the glass. She wasn't necessarily the most beautiful woman in the world - but there was a light in her eyes that it was impossible to ignore.

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Tina arrived home to a quiet house. She knew her girlfriend Shay was home not only because her car was in the driveway, but Shay had called her at work and told her to hurry home for a surprise.

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"Would you help me over in Reference, please?" Richard looked up from his filing. He swiveled his head, looking for the source of the clear, but tiny voice. "I'm rearranging and I need someone to help move the shelves and lift the boxes of books." He spied Sylvia, standing a little to the side and behind him. Richard nodded "ok" and filed the last two cards. He closed the card file drawer and followed her to the reference room, for which she had already started.

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Chopper pointed towards the back of the club. My knees almost gave out. With his firm grip on my shoulder we started walking. My head was spinning. I had no idea what he was going to do. He opened the door to the back office and pushed me inside. The office was richly appointed. There was a desk to one side with a bar and couch on the other. He turned and locked the door behind him. My heart was beating ninety to nothing.

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Her name is Kendra and she's my best friend Matt's girlfriend. Kendra is the girl next door and one of the most amazing girls I've ever known. She's also one of the most beautiful. She's a petite little 21 year-old standing at 5' 2" with milky white skin and long auburn hair that she usually keeps tinted various shades of orange and red. Kendra is a hard girl to ignore in a crowd and has an infectious smile that makes you fall in love with her every time you see it.

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I was walking back to my office after lunch when, passing two young girls, I heard one of them say, "Could you spare five dollars, mister?" I stopped and looked at them. They looked about eighteen, were dark-haired and well dressed. In fact they were the best dressed beggars I'd ever seen. "You have got to be kidding," I said, and starting to walk on. But then I stopped, turned around and walked back to them.

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