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The funny thing about this whole situation was that I had joked about it with my roommates and my girlfriend before it happened. We had all had a good laugh about it, the situation being so absurd and all. I suppose I should give you some background on us before I get into the story. I live in a small three bedroom in law apartment in San Francisco with two of my closest friends, Patrick and Jay.

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I'm Anna, a small-town-librarian, who loves to fly, but I wasn't always so brave about it. In fact, not too long ago, I began all of my flights with a death-grip on the armrests, praying my head off. This irrational fear led to a bit of fun with George, and several months later...a LOT of fun with Sean. It all started, one quiet afternoon at the library, which is when I usually do a little personal research on the Internet.

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It wasn't every day that Andee had the chance to travel for work, but this time was exciting. She had been selected to attend a training session in Denver for a week and she was determined to make the most of the experience. After checking into the hotel, she headed down to the lounge to get something to eat. It was a pretty quiet place, with only a handful of guests sitting at the various tables. Andee found an empty stool near the end of the bar and made small talk with the bartender.

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"Let's take this party outside, shall we?" Who was I to argue with Carrie? Stuck in a Marriott for 5 days in the middle of a smallish Virginia town with nothing going on but business meetings was enough to make anyone crave some excitement. Our company always seemed to send us where no one else wanted to go. We never got to go to L.A. or Boston or anywhere there might actually be something to do. We grinned and bore it, making do with what we had until we soared up the corporate ladder to bigger and better assignments.

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The guest of honour was turning forty and his wife was throwing a big surprise party for him. She organised a couple of mates to take Graeme out for the afternoon, whilst she moved the party in...food, drink, photographer, guests...all ready and waiting when he arrived home.

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When I hung up the phone, I admit I might have slammed down the receiver in frustration. It was Monday and I had been looking forward to an evening spent in my recliner with a couple beers and some Monday Night Football. Instead, I had just been informed that I had been enlisted by my wife to help entertain another in a seemingly endless stream of consultants brought in to figure out how to make my wife's place of employment hum.

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On the surface the two couples seemed to be too different to have much in common; but, as they say, looks can be deceiving. Darren and Jane on one hand were the quintessential urban family couple. Expressive, vocal, involved, engaged -- the best way to describe them both was "Larger than Life". They coached, managed and volunteered countless hours over the years with the kids' sports. They were tireless fundraisers for charities and good-causes all over the place. Always busy, always doing, always larger than life.

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Gary parked their car in the handicap parking space and, after hanging the decal on the cars rearview mirror, got out and walked to the passengers side of the car. Opening it, he helped his wife, Brenda, out and they slowly made their way into the restaurant. Even at seventy-six years or age, Brenda was still the attractive wife he had married so many years before.

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Mary Jane had been pleasantly plump when he married her. She had been a joyful, bubbly soul with a generous smile and a non-stop urge to fuck and suck. Ten years on, frustrated by her inability to have children, she suddenly turned on herself. He watched, helpless, as she drove herself on diet regimens that reduced both her bubbly body and personality to a skinny, almost anorexic shadow of her former self. He despaired and mourned for her, now lost in an obsession he couldn’t understand.

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I had sold a run-down house to Cory Tomas a few years ago. He is about forty-five, is a local truck driver, has a big beer belly, is a good poker player and seems to be a good father to his pre-teen kids when they stay with him every other weekend. Of course I also know his financial situation, but other than those things, I only know that he always seems to have a reasonably pretty, shy woman with him. Each one would stay a few months and then there would be a new one. One day he told me about the free Texas Hold'em tournaments at one of our local bars.

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