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"Connor! Connor!" My mom called out to my twin brother who was still asleep. It was seven thirty in the morning and once again, my brother would be getting up, and rushing to get dressed, eat breakfast and go brush his teeth, hence making me late for school since I got a ride with him every morning.

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All the characters in this story can vote in Federal elections I'd not been home in over four years. * As my folks had divorced while I was in my senior year of college, I'd gone straight to work at a hedge fund in Connecticut. I guess I chose the job to put as much distance between all the family pain and myself as I could. I of course sent the obligatory greeting cards on holidays and birthdays, both to my parents and my sister, but other than a few phone calls from my mother, I'd stayed as far away from home and my emotions as I could manage.

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It all started a few weeks into my second year of college. I happened to mention to my parents that my flat-mate had bailed and that I had a two bedroom apartment to myself on campus. My mom sent my older sister Lara to come stay with me and experience the college life before she considered applying for it the next year.

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I guess I should start with a little history. I was born in the late 60's. My dad was a United States Marine. I had a fairly average childhood, went to college, and joined the corps as soon as I graduated. Shortly after I joined the corps dad and mom came to visit. They had some news. Mom was pregnant. Soon after she had my twin sisters Rose and Lily. Being so much older and being on active duty I didn't get to spend much time with my sisters as they grew. Time past and I was doing well in my career.

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Man spilling blood in honourable, woman spilling blood is unclean, what logic is that? I am Rohan. I am nineteen. I am in the second year of my bachelor degree course in engineering in a college near the extreme southern tip of India. My family consists of my father, a retired accountant from the revenue department, my mother, a housewife, and my elder sister. Her name is Sarala, but as I am younger I cannot call her by name. I call her Akka, which in the Tamil language means elder sister. She is 23 years old. After graduation she is at home waiting for marriage.

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Chapter 1 Roxanne had had enough with boys. The eighteen-year old blue-eyed redhead slammed down the phone. Frankie was just like all the others. She had caught him flirting with Jennifer again, and this time it was more than playful. Last night at the party when she saw him touching Jennifer's arm, and then saw her brush her hand by his crotch, that was it. The phone call only confirmed her suspicions. He didn't even try to deny it, just said that he still wanted to see Roxanne and to please forgive him. Fuck that.

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For the first time in his two-year career with the department, Officer Chris Milling could not wait for his shift to end. He had pulled over the love of his life earlier for speeding and the traffic stop ended with him fucking her over the hood of her truck with her ripped off thong deep in her mouth. Afterwards she invited him to sneak into her place after his shift and wake her for an encore.

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Soft feet padded down the hallway toward where I was lying in the rec room. I heard them pause at the door. I knew that she saw me. I knew she wanted to sit by me. "Chuck?" her soft voice drifted across the room. "Yeah?" "Can I talk to you?" "You can come in, but you have to be quiet."

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- - - 6 Months Ago - - - "Mr. Adams... Mr. Adams?" "Yeah, sorry." "Mr. Adams, we just need your signature right here." Done. Signed. Sealed. Divorced. Well, there went 22 years. My wife and I waited until the kids finished college, at least. Very amicable. We just split right down the middle. Of course she also got the guy from Newport Beach with Ferraris and a massive house. I got a little apartment in San Jose. Whatever.

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I guess you never know what is going to happen to you, whether it be good or bad, until it happens. This is my story, and I do hope you enjoy it. In the fall of 1995, still pretty young and going out a lot and having a great time, I happened to attend a fairly boring party at a friend's house. She was a very good friend so I couldn't let her down by declining her invitation.

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