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My friend Marie has always been the kind of girl who caused trouble. You know the type. The one who flirts with sleazy guys she has no intention of bringing home, sometimes for the attention, and sometimes because she's just bored. The girl who wheedles you into doing just one more shot even though you know you've had your limit. The one who tells you that you totally don't look slutty in that dress, and tells you that you should probably shimmy the neckline down a little to show a little bit more cleavage.

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Rob entered the bar apprehensively. It was warm and lively. He had never done anything like this before. What was he thinking? He had a very strong urge to return to his room for a quiet evening of reading. But he promised and a promise is a promise. Although he could just tell ... NO! That would not be right.

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I don't know how it happened. Nothing seemed out of place. The last thing I remember is getting out of the shower and drying my hair. That's when I saw him in my vanity mirror. A figure, clothed in black with a mask over his face, wrapping him arms around my shoulders and face. Then everything went black. I know I should call the police but...I don't know if I want to.

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My husband and I live in a high-rise apartment in our mid-western city. Our neighbors in the next apartment are also a married couple, a little younger than we are. We have a lot in common, and we have become close friends. I don't want to use names, not even first names, because you never know who might read this. The woman next door has a job that requires a lot of travel, and she is out of town every other week. My husband also travels for business, and sometimes they are out of town at the same time.

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I feel ridiculous; underdressed and overly aware of how much glitter is on my face. "Come out," Maddy had said. "It'll be fun," Tiff had said. "It'll be good for you," Amber had added. "You have to get out of that dark dungeon of despair you've condemned yourself too," I had said to myself.

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Walking from the elevator I reread the address that I was given last week. I found myself on a row of professional looking offices, and while I could not imagine where I had thought that this practitioner might work, the deep pile carpet of the corridor had a soothing effect on my nerves and spirits. It was a long corridor and at last I came to an oak door with no identification other than a copper plate bearing the legend "Maxwell Diagnostic Center."

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She sat on the front porch swing, one long leg curled under her, the other pressed against the worn wooden boards of the porch, idly swinging herself back and forth as the sun's rays spread across the old house, bathing her and it in a fiery glow. The peach in her hand seemed to shimmer, as did the juice that ran down her chin when she took a hearty bite. She swiped at it with a finger and laughed, happy because he was on his way home.

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She was stretched out on his bed like all the others; arms above her head, long lean legs akimbo, naked as the day she was born. Sometimes he wondered idly what brought him to this point, as he stripped off the leather skirting that protected his thighs. But not tonight. His eyes fell indolently on the blindfolded girl as he leaned against the table, his hands in the basin rinsing off blood that splattered his forearms and smooth chest.

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"They have got to be kidding." she muttered as she flipped the channel. Another pointless commercial. Another pointless day. She had spent the majority of her day lounging in her hotel room, watching dull TV and reading even duller books. Her body felt restless, her brain felt numb. "Why did I make this trip?" she wondered to herself again. She had come to see her family, and a special someone, but they were all too busy with work, and kids, and their own stuff.

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Coming in from a long day of classes, I can hear the water in the bathroom running. I follow the sound and find you standing in the shower. The room filled with steam. The air thick with moisture. Your dirty clothes piled up in the corner, the mirror fogged over, a thin layer of fabric separating your naked body from mine.

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