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I suppose you could say it all started just before I reached my 40th birthday. I knew that I still felt the same inside as I did in my early 20's, but now needed to prove it to myself, and the world! I had recently called time on my marriage to a man who had constantly belittled me, refused to let me wear make-up, lose my baby weight, or wear fashionable clothes and worst of all had tried to cut me off from all my friends and family.

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My Birthday treat...... It was my 35th birthday, and my wife Mary had promised me a night out on the town. While I was on the golf course with her blessing, she spent the day at work. I came home looking forward to a hot shower and a glass of wine with Mary before we went out.

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Now, right from the start, let’s get the details over and done with. My name is Jan, well, Janet actually, but let’s stick with Jan as everybody else does. I’m fifty-two at the time of writing, but was fifty when the events I shall relate took place. I am five feet six inches tall. Buxom, in fact very buxom, but its all firm. Nothing flops about, including my bosom – 40 C if you want to know, but then, I don’t often wear a bra because I like to show off my nipples.

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For the past 18 years, I've been harboring a guilty little secret, which I've never spoken to anyone about. Not to my lovers, not to my ex-husband, not to my best friends, not to anyone. It's one of those secrets that's too embarrassing to tell, but too erotic to keep bottled up inside.

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"Asshole," Jeri said out loud as she drank a tall glass of water near the kitchen sink. Jeri stared lazily at the backyard where the young neighbor was mowing and trimming the backyard. It had been a task he had completed every summer for them for several years. Jeri and her husband had paid him well for his work, which wasn't so good when he first started, but became better and better. Being a scorching day, he was out there with his shirt off. Jeri would watch if she was home when he worked, but never fathomed the idea of anything more.

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This story is dedicated to that very special someone in my life and grew out of a playful conversation. Hope it was worth the wait hon' "Life" such as it is, on the other side, isn't so very different for us than it was when we were mortal. For one thing, it's fairly boring most of the time. For another, our "jobs" take up much of our time.

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"I don't believe it," Randi said, tying her bathrobe around herself as she walked out of her bedroom into the apartment's living room. "What's the matter?" Anna asked. "Steven... fucking... fell asleep." "Right after sex?" Calista asked.

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It was her all right, definitely Kimberley Williams, the same cheeky confidence that she managed to exude even when standing perkily at a bus stop. I'd had the dubious pleasure of being responsible for Kimberley's education regarding twentieth century history. A subject that the pretty, but insolent sixteen year old couldn't have cared less about. She didn't really care for Archduke Ferdinand being assassinated in Sarajevo, or for the whys, wherefores or reasons for the rise of Adolf Hitler.

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Katie lugged the heavy canoe along with the rest of her group, her arms aching. She never understood why canoes had to be carried over your head. Ahead of her, her best friend Veronica stumbled over a root, and all six of their group nearly went down. Katie snickered while the four guys making up the rest of the group grumbled about getting stuck with two girls.

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I lay next to you, cradling your head against my breast, lightly stroking your sleeping face. Your arm pulls me closer to you as you snuggle next to me. Looking down, I softly kiss your forehead, my lips making your stir slightly in your sleep. Many nights I watch you sleep and think to myself, all this started out with a kiss....

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