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There was this blond woman who worked in my office, Jennifer. She was small—-five-two-—but with proportionately curvy C-cup tits, a solid little ass, and shapely legs that could run a seven-minute-mile. She was five years younger than me—-just 25—-and while she didn't work directly for me, she was under me—-apparently in more ways than one.

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I know you and you know me, but you do not know it is me writing you now. You are married with kids and I am married with kids. You love them and they love you, just as I love mine and they love me. There is good sex in both marriages, but I know that you are overwhelmed by your feelings of sexual desire, just as I am.

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It was a pretty typical Tuesday afternoon. I sat in my office with the door closed and surfed on the internet. It had gotten all my work done that morning, and now I had several hours of boredom to look forward to. The biggest problem with this was that when I had nothing to do, nothing in particular to occupy my mind, I began to think about my assistant.

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I started or ended many of the next few days looking at the photos or examining some aspect of the video I found particularly arousing. I will confess, I made several trips to the ladies' room to tease my clit into climax recalling our activities that night. The pink shirt situation was little different. The warmer weather was starting to see some more colorful golf shirts come out of people's closets.

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The summer I turned eighteen I had an internship at the Public Library. The one downtown, you know the one? It's tall, the tall white building, near the court house, probably built in the 1970s, with lots of windows and really boring looking. And if you think it is lame looking on the outside, don't even bother going in. My internship was for this stupid honors program that my mom insisted I participate in every year.

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I opened the car door for her and she caught me glancing as her dress rode up a long expanse of tan thigh. She smirked at me and I smiled. Getting caught looking at her lovely legs wasn't going to make her mad at me, in fact I think she likes that I can appreciate her physical charms without getting all stupid over them.

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After 30 years on a large mid-western Police Department, I was the chief of the Homicide Bureau that had one of the best clear rates in the country. Thus, when the Commissioner called me in and asked me to step down, I was shocked. It seemed that the new Mayor wanted to get some "new blood" in the top offices. In other words; he wanted his boys in. I would be moved back to uniform patrol, working under one of the Mayors other cronies. I told the Commissioner that the Mayor could take the job and shove it. I immediately put in my retirement papers.

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Eli was hosting movie-night Thursday, just like every other Thursday the four friends, Eli, Chris, Eric, and Molly, had spent for the last two years. Tonight it was Chris's pick, another bloody horror fest, his favorite. When Chris picked a movie, everyone knew they were going to go home sick. He picked these cult classics, gross-out exploitative flicks that might as well have been snuff films.

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"Hey Major Christen." I looked up as I heard my name, and tried not to grin as I saw the two girls waving at me. I was sitting in the BX food court eating an ice cream cone on my lunch break, just relaxing, and I waved back to them. They walked over and I took the time to look at the two of them.

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