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Kaley knew she had to come up with a good initiation for sorority hell weeks. She had thought about this a lot recently and thought she had found a great idea for her new pledges. She set it up perfectly. The new girls should be here by 9 p.m. and "he" should arrive around 10 p.m.. She called the tow truck company last week and made sure the guy that would be working (John) would fit the scenario perfectly.

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Valentine's Day. Janet sighed. This had to be the worst holiday of the entire year, not just for singles, but for couples that couldn't be together. She and Mark had been together for 2 years now, last year on Valentine's Day they'd both had to work (the drag of working in a restaurant, even if they'd both made tons of money.

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Every man should have a hobby. Some guys like to collect stamps. Others climb mountains, scuba dive or garden. Me? My hobby is fucking old women. And like any worthwhile hobby, you've got to put the time in to make it worthwhile. I mean, if mountain climbing is your hobby, you know it's about more than standing on the peak of the mountain. It's preparation and the rigor of the challenge. Hell, you could have a helicopter take you to the mountaintop if that was all it was about.

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"You know, the scene where Clark Gable carries Vivian Leigh up the stairs." They were at dinner, discussing everything from work to politics. Now it was movies. The conversation had just taken an interesting turn. "I'm not sure which one you mean." "You know," she said. "If you've seen the movie, you know. Rhett carries Scarlett up the stairs after they've quarreled. Rhett had gotten drunk earlier. He threatens her, then he carries her up the stairs. The next time you see Scarlett she's waking up, stretching, with a smile on her face."

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The week had been pure hell. Work was driving me up a wall, and I was beginning to fear that I would soon lose it. I had enough stress to supply the eastern seaboard for life. Anyway, it was Friday night, and I wanted to put the week behind me. I picked up dinner on the way home, and fought my way through the evening traffic.

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I always thought that Jessica had a beautiful body, although I tried my best to pretend not to notice. I was 24 then, and she was 21. We'd met at church 5 years earlier, and had been best friends from the beginning. Jess was one of those "comfortable with her body" people, which made it difficult for me to pretend I wasn't attracted to her on some level.

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Ellen Brophy was grateful for the ringing of the telephone, because it jarred her out of her melancholy reverie. She’d been thinking about Jack again, and how much she missed him, and that was never good. She picked up the phone and answered dully, “Hello.” “Mom?” It was Ellen’s daughter, Robin. “Mom, are you OK? You don’t sound so good.” “I’m awright,” Ellen said, although she knew she wasn’t. “Mom, you’ve been thinking about Daddy again, haven’t you,” Robin said in a tone that was half accusatory and half sympathetic.

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Sitting there at the computer Cassie waits. She knows her time alone is dwindling. Smiling to herself she types out her story. Letting the words take her over. Letting her mind drift off and meet her imagination. She laughs softly and shifts restlessly in her chair. Her fingers flying as the story pours out of her. Her body picks up the urgency of her fingers and words.

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I had been married for 10 years but was newly divorced and on the dating scene again. I was raring to get out there, flaunt my stuff and have fun for once in my adult life. Since I was a bit older than most of my competition at the bars and clubs I hung out at, I had to work a little harder than the 20-somethings to make myself look "hot." I worked out five times a week, watched what I ate and I didn't smoke or drink more than a few glasses of wine with dinner.

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The music in the club pounded in his ears. The lights were low, and the lasers lit up the fog atmosphere. Cage dancers gyrated in their steel boxes high above his head as he walked through the crowd. Even though this was typically his scene, Paul was anxious- he wasn’t accustomed to being alone in a group of people…waiting. This wasn’t his city, wasn’t his language.

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