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Bobbie maneuvered carefully down the dirt road that was rapidly disappearing under the heavy snow fall. Old Ned Hoover had said he saw someone prowling around the bluffs at the back of her property. Sneaking back here at the beginning of what was forecast to be the worst snow storm of the year was not necessarily smart, but she was well prepared for weather and trouble.

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Coming home after four long months in hospital was indescribable. My wife, Robyn, fussed over me, ensuring my comfort. There was still a long road ahead with physiotherapy twice a week for at least the next six months would. The doctors assured me a return of 80% of what the drunk driver took from me when he hit me head-on. A good part of the 20% that would never be returned was my ability to achieve an erection due to damage done to that area.

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It was around Christmas that I had broken up with my boyfriend and wasn't really looking to date anyone. My best friend Toni gave me a gift certificate to a fancy new day spa as a way to lift my spirits. She talked me taking a day off to do something for myself as the New Year's Party was later that week.

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The first time I saw Ellen Rothko was when I walked into Boyle's Antiques on Clark Street, looking for old records. She was showing a woman some antique earrings, their heads bent over the display case, and when she heard me come in she looked up and caught my eye, shocked me with her beauty, and then lowered her face again, leaving me standing there gaping like an idiot.

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Most everybody gets Christmas gifts. Every now and then we even get one we like or can use. But most of the time we couldn't remember what we got last year if our lives depended on it. John and Cheryl had this same problem. They met in college and were now boyfriend and girlfriend living together in sin. Lots of sin. But at 25 and 24, respectively, they were already seeing their relationship begin to show signs of the "old married couple" routine.

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Victoria checked the bathroom to make sure that she had not left anything behind; she closed her carry-all and put the box her Mistress had sent her the day before in her hand luggage. She was more than ready to go home. The raven-haired Assistant District Attorney had been asked to present a panel at the annual Conference of Women in Law Enforcement in Chicago.

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Shirley was a call girl. I was head of security in the high rise luxury apartment complex where she lived. I originally got my job after I was assigned by the security company I worked for to rid the place of hookers that they had failed to screen out. The primary means of getting them out was to force an incident with either the hookers or their pimps that would then justify eviction. I cleaned the place out in six months and the management offered me a permanent job with them as their head of security. Not only was it more money but it included a free 2 bedroom apartment.

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Never really contemplating being with another woman in the past, for some reason the last few months Samantha, who much preferred to be called Sam, found herself looking at more girl on girl porn, reading lesbian erotica, and carefully scrutinizing, and in a way secretly admiring, the women that displayed themselves in the pages of her husband's Playboy. Being a tall long legged strawberry blonde, Sam was successful at keeping herself in shape, and sometime imagined herself in one of those "Sexy Moms' types of photo shoot the magazine sometimes displays.

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Kayla gunned the engine of her car to pass the slower truck as she raced up route 94 on her way to the family cabin in Door County. Her thoughts were on her boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend as it were, and she seemed to be taking it out on her poor car. Kayla had broken up with Chad a month ago after she caught him screwing his lab partner from his Advanced Chemistry class.

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He didn't want to be here. Had it not been for his wife's insistence, he would be at the gaming tables in the casino. But a promise is a promise. Jeff stood by the side of the bar and let his eyes roam over the crowd of people. He hated these charity functions. They were the pet project of his wife, Eleanor. And since she had been called out of town on business, she had insisted that he attend in her place.

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