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Stacey walked down the dull corridors of Green Ridge Retirement Home with her head in the clouds. Stacey was a 21 year old nursing student, and let's just say that maintaining her long blond hair and amazing figure wasn't all she had to worry about. Currently in her 2nd year of college, Stacey was in serious debt, and had no time to get a job because she spent most of her time here at the retirement home volunteering.

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“This sort of sucks,” he thought as he worked on his beer. A double major in philosophy and history he didn’t count on how hard it would be to find meaningful work outside of graduate school. He had a stop-gap job that barely paid his meager bills. He moved home with his dad after college due to a total lack of options.

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I am a freshman in college and my dorm roommate is also. I am named April and she is named May. There, I got that over with. We didn't plan to room together, didn't even know each other, it fact the roster from which we were selected by our dorm leader was made up of last names – mine was Stengle and hers was Swanson – so it was actually last names starting with ‘S' that threw us together.

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She was a pale and kinky bisexual BBW, close to two hundred and fifty pounds, probably five foot ten, with long red hair that she wore in a braid when she shot pool. Her name was Opal and she drove around in a pale blue Mercedes. She shot in two leagues and even managed her own team, an all-Lady crew in which she was the best player and in which two of the other seven members were also BBWS.

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When Pete exited the plane he was hit with a near solid wall of hot, humid air. Suddenly the clothes he was wearing were uncomfortable. He had no baggage to collect. Only one twelve pound carry-on bag for a two week vacation. He was about to turn fifty and had never packed so light for a week long trip. He had everything in the bag that Marla had told him to bring.

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Just when I thought that nothing would happen, on the thirteenth day after my trip to Birmingham, a text arrived at around 8.30 pm saying "Hope to see you at 6.30 pm tomorrow at the same place or will contact as previously notified." This was a veiled threat that to anyone else would have appeared innocuous. A further message arrived shortly after saying "Just in case you are having second thoughts, here is a sample photograph.

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My wife Susan and I have been married for eight glorious years. We are both thirty years old now. I met Susan in College at Boston University during my Junior year. We were both studying to be attorneys and took a few of the same classes together. The first time I saw Sue I was floored with her beauty and sex appeal. She was the smartest woman in class and quite frankly the most intelligent person I've ever me.

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It was late Friday afternoon, and Anna's day at work was almost done. As it had been doing all day, her mind started wandering to a conversation she'd had with a female she'd met the night before at the local coffee shop.

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I realize I am a single mom. I am not too bad to look at, but everyone who I have dated that's found out I have a three year old has fled. I was married. Jamie's father, Jake, was your basic good-for-nothing-but-sex, and even then he was only good to himself. I really don't think he ever gave me an orgasm, but he never failed to get his rocks off. When I found out I was pregnant, I thought it would make him happy. He refused to wear condoms, saying he couldn't feel anything through them, and he never let me start the pill because he couldn't stand the thought of me gaining weight. Maybe I should have been less assuming about the baby.

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One of my father's crudest friends had a saying that he reserved for men he thought were losers with the women. He would say, "That guy couldn't get laid in a whore house with a pocket full of hundred dollar bills." I never thought about that much; I figured I was doing alright with the ladies until I turned forty. Then it dawned on me, I had never had one that truly cared about me. Through my blue collar hard-working, long-hour days, I had a long string who abused my trust, used me and made me pay too much for the attention I got from them.

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