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A long long time ago in a land not so far away there lived a middle aged married man 52 years old at the time to be exact. He was a very lonely man not lonely because he was without people around him but alone because of a long time lack of affection of the female persuasion. He had been married for over 30 years to an attractive woman who at one time had been loving and affectionate in her own way and they had lived a relatively normal life, until one day she had to have an operation.

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When you meet the right person, you can allow yourself to fall knowing that they will catch you... Emerging from the Taiwanese drink shop holding a purple taro shake in one hand while grabbing her sunglasses from her shirt collar with the other, CJ quickly shields her green eyes from the bright sun as her cell phone buzzes to life inside her pocket.

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I struggled to hear the connected tone as I held the phone away from my dripping hair, water running down the nape of my neck and those few drops running over my forehead that had been missed by the wrapped towel, you picked up. "Hello you," I said as I heard your standard phone greeting, smiling at myself as I heard the tone in your voice change and that smile break before you replied.

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Chapter 1 Erin wanted this weekend to be special. It was finally her time. Just about a week ago, she had been on the phone with her friend Liz, chit-chatting about their boring lives, what this guy did to that girl, why Arnold cheated on Maria, etc. Erin had let out an audible sigh during the twenty minute conversation as she was flipping through the channels. Then, that same commercial came on again, "What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas."

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Nicole hated the treadmill, but it was a necessary evil - she was proud of how her body had changed over the last few months - thighs and butt now toned and firm, stomach flat; it was worth the effort. As she ran, she tried to zone out, letting the music from her iPod fill her brain, displacing the messages from her aching knees and bursting lungs. She would have closed her eyes were it not for the fact that she'd seen someone fall off this thing only the other day, and also that there was something interesting to watch in the mirror as she worked.....

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A collective groan rose from the auditorium as Dr. Smith finished her lecture. Dana always enjoyed this class, well, watching the tall professor anyway. Helen Smith was the kind of woman everyone gave a second look too. Dana suspected many people took that second look and wondered why they did so, and then moved on without more than a brief curiosity. Most would probably content themselves with noting she was abnormally tall; that had been Dana's first impression.

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Chapter 1: My name is Ed Aronhalt. I'm fifty-eight years old and lost my wife three years ago to cancer. Mary was a very overweight woman and always called herself fat; I always preferred the term chubby even though she weighed well over two hundred pounds. We had a great life together with two wonderful caring daughters who are now married with families of their own.

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The sound of the bell ringing after third period was a reminder for the four girls to hang back and get their favorite teacher to sign their academic reports so the volleyball coach knew they were okay to play. Letting the other three go before her, she waved as they headed off to fourth period as she held the page out to the teacher. He was, hands down, the hottest teacher on campus, all the students thought so.

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"Welcome to Pierre's. My name is Jan. How may I help you?" These were the first words spoken to me by the extraordinary redheaded clerk at the high end lingerie shop that I had just walked into. She had light accent, but I could not quite place where it was from. It sounded British to me, but could have easily been Irish, Scottish or even Australian.

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I was really not looking forward to Julia's daughter coming to stay with us. Mike's sister Julia has always been what I consider a slut and every time we have been to visit them, I have gotten the same impression from her daughter. It turns out that what I consider a slut may be a little harsh.

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