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"Just like that?" Jill asked incredulously. "Pretty much so, yeah," the blonde responded. "Depends on the woman of course," the brunette added. "And on how much she's had to drink," the small redhead behind the camera added with a smile. Jill took a swallow of her drink. She was sitting at her usual table at Natalie's Place. She'd been a regular ever since Nat opened the club.

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I have my own landscape design studio. It's quite small since I'm the only employee but the benefits can't be beat. A few years ago, I bid on a renovation design for someone I probably wouldn't have if I hadn't needed the money. Since it was during the winter, I jumped on it because it's good to line up jobs to keep you busy during the summer work months.

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Julie watched with detached curiosity as the little drama played out in the park. It was about four o'clock on a balmy, breezy spring afternoon and the ducks and geese were gliding to and fro on the pond, looking for handouts from the park's occasional visitor. Julie wasn't interested in them just now, as her attention was on the young couple on the other side of the pond who seemed to be having a doozy of an argument.

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"How do you know her?" I asked Sara. "I've known her for a while. We play backgammon. She's fun. You'll like her," she said. Sara was one of my best friends. We'd known each other for years online and had become like sisters. In the years to come, we would meet and her husband would become one of my best friends also.

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It was not the first time that Janet had seen her at the grocery store. In fact Janet had seen her each Tuesday morning about 10:00 for the last four weeks. She had already seen her today by the bacon. Every time the reaction had been about the same, weak knees and a racing heart. Janet lingered with the freezer door open looking at the frozen turkey dinners, the cold air barely affecting the raging heat from between her legs.

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Her name was Allegra. She was a dancer and the most beautiful nineteen year old you could ever imagine. Sleek as a cat, her rich, strawberry blonde hair piled up in a bun revealing her long, graceful neck, she smiled the most radiant of smiles, her big green eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement. And that face! Perfection! Her body, befitting a dancer's, was slender and lithe but firm and agile, petite and feminine, more girlish than womanly.

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An evil grin spread across his lips as his mind concocted a purely devious sexual torture for her. He wanted to make her squirm, squeal and cry out in pleasure. His thoughts were almost pure evil and turning him on. He quickly made strides to the bedroom to set up his torturous plans. He placed the silk scarf on the bed stand. His hands clutched the instrument of her restraints. Crawling under the edge of the bed, making a quick flick of his wrist, the strand of thick cloth traversed to the opposite side of the bed.

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"You've done what, Darling?" asked my best friend Avril in her very English accent. "You heard me, I left Jacques," I replied. "What on earth for?" was her next question. "Because as I told you I have met someone else," I told her again. Avril looked at me and asked, "Who is the lucky man, Darling?"

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I stepped off the bus double checking the address on the slip of paper I held in my hand. The small theatre I'd been told to arrive at appeared to be just around the corner. I was early yet, and decided to take advantage of the time walking into a nearby Starbucks ordering a coffee. While I sat sipping that, I checked myself out in a small mirror I kept in my purse.

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Carol could see the crotch of the girl clearly, sitting at a small table in the ice cream store where she was enjoying a butterscotch sundae. The girl was perhaps five feet away, sitting and talking with another girl. Carol knew the girl slightly because she lived in the same suburban neighbourhood, and Carol had seen her walking by her house occasionally.

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