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On Caitlin's thirtieth birthday, she woke to find a letter on her husband's pillow. "Open at 10 AM," it said. She looked at the clock. It was 8:15. She looked back at the envelope, and considered it. If she opened it now, there was absolutely no way Richard could know. Right? As logical as that seemed, Caitlin didn't trust that. Richard had a way of knowing these things.

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Alex settled back comfortably in his seat. It was late and he was hungry and happy to finally be heading home. The night was pleasant and the train reasonably empty, so with a bit of luck he wouldn't have the yammering of idiots on their smart-phones and the mosquito buzzing of their music. He was relieved to note that apart from a young couple sitting opposite him, the carriage was empty, and they were just chatting between themselves.

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Being away on business for a week had been relaxing. Ever since that night in the hotel where Ken had been watched by over 400 people on his IM, his free time had been very active, to say the least. His sister-in-law, Connie, who had watched had arranged a gathering with some of her friends. She had invited a girlfriend and her husband to join them. That next weekend he had shown up at her house to meet them. When she opened the door he found her in just garters, panties and a sexy bra.

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I worked in an office for a manufacturing company. We made paper products. The building was offsite from the plant and there were only a few people in my office. The boss, or Queen Bee, as I thought of her, was a sharp blonde with a caustic demeanor. She was constantly trying to intimidate me and berated me when she felt moved to. I let her push me around. It turned me on to think of myself as submissive to a female boss lady.

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Look at you now, was it only four weeks ago I said those same words. Sitting on my big double bed I remember looking in the ornate dressing table mirror, look at you now Mrs Susan Watts; it was so strange to be called Watts, 21 years as Harbert, and for the last month Mrs Rupert Watts. A month of bliss. My mind went back to that lovely honeymoon in the Seychelles and the things a new wife experienced.

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She met me at the airport. 'My boss, Mr Li,' (she pronounced it "Lee,") 'is very sorry he is not here to meet you personally. Something came up. He apologises, and hopes my coming in his place does not cause offence.' Large eyes dropped to the floor of the Arrivals Hall, as many of the other eyes, nearby, were on her, the cutie who was giving me the message. I couldn't imagine what she meant. If I had to choose between Li, a rather sneaky-looking rodent of a man I never really knew if I could trust, and this lovely little innocent, Miss Cheng ... I knew which one I'd take! (I didn't let her know this, of course.)

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‘It’s Marcus, to see Lady Windsor,’ he yelled at the intercom. ‘Please drive up to the main entrance Sir, and the butler will greet you there,’ was the tinny reply. A buzzer sounded and the large metal gates slowly opened. The estate was enormous, and it took him a while to drive up to the mansion entrance.

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I didn’t turn on a single light that night after Kirsten left. I barely made it up to bed before passing out. I couldn’t remember the last time I had slept so soundly. It must have been almost noon when I woke up. “Bringg.” It was my doorbell. “Who the heck could that be,” I wondered as I slipped out of bed instantly aware of that the thong Kirsten had enjoyed so much still hugged my cocky tightly.

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The next day I had no classes. Thank god. I tried staying in bed, hoping that everything had transpired over the last week would simply cease to exist. My reverie was cut short by a burst from the telephone which was sitting way to close to my pillow for comfort. Unwittingly, I answered, still weary from the prior evening, "Hello?"

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Part One: Professor Gregory Stimson noticed that every year there were a more Asians on campus, not only the foreign students, but the sons and daughters of recent immigrants. At one time there had been much fewer. They were good students, but drudges, automatons; all they did was study. They only lived to study and study more.

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