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"I'm not sure why I went through with it, Gyen. Five years later and she still hasn't grown up!" Dave complained to his closest colleague at the Advertising Agency. "Look at her, out cold on the couch again. She won't even admit that it happens every time she drinks, or even that she almost always gets drunk when she does drink!"

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The first time I was with another couple was in California. I worked at night as a musician, spent days running, biking, practicing. Occasionally I'd pick up a movie at the local adult store. Adult store patrons are the same the world over: middle-aged married men, rendezvous-ing gay men, horny twenty-year-old gotta-get-off-NOW men (that was me). Drunks and druggies of all shapes and sizes. A prostitute or two. And the occasional nervous couple.

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When you're in your twenties and in college, the field of eligible women seems endless. If you want short flings, no sweat. If you want long term, easy to find. Once you graduate and go out in the world, well, all that changes. Hopefully by that time you found your true love and married her. Which is what I did, marrying my high school and college sweetheart before leaving college. If only that meant long term happiness.

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"I'll take a double," said Dan as he settled onto the couch. "On it," Megan called back as she took the bottle of rum from Kara and pulled it to her lips. She took a wet swig and then topped off three full glasses. The girls' ground floor apartment was just down the path from the pool. After a good swim, the invitation for a drink sounded just right.

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Jean and Walt have been best friends to my wife Sharon and me forever. Jean and Sharon first met when they were in fourth grade together; they were best friends all through junior high and high school, and when they graduated, they went to the same college, just so they wouldn't have to be apart. Walt and I met in the dorm at college; we just kind of hit it off with each other, and went from there.

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The guys are both dressed in button-up shirts, Ken's is a deep purple color, you get to pick Mike's, and jeans. The girls each have jeans and a rather low-cut shirt, mine is black, you get to pick yours, Steph. I'll also be wearing a tight, black pushup bra and thong, but you don't know that. We pick you guys up and head out for the night. So we figure we'll go have a nice steak dinner at Outback or Longhorn or some other steak place in Charleston, we'll chat and catch up, have a few drinks, just have a great time all around.

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Jenna woke to the aroma of coffee calling to her. She stumbled into the bathroom, resting her head on the vanity while she peed. She only stumbled once between the bathroom and the kitchen where Joel was shaved, dressed, and pouring her a cup of coffee. "I am so hung over," she groaned, leaning her naked butt against the counter as she cradled her coffee cup with two hands.

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"I can't believe that you two are leaving me next week. You guys are just the most horrible people in the world." "We know, its what adds to our charm." Jason flashed his award winning smile. "I'm serious, you two don't know how much my life is going to suck after you guys move off to college." Together, that's the worst part Chelsea thought to herself.

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I had been singing in a neighborhood Blues Band since I was fifteen. No big deal. Four of us and we would play some bar mitzvahs and do open mike night and stuff. One of the guys, Glen Schwartz was a year older than the other three of us. So now he's nineteen and off at Rutgers. But he came home for Spring vacation and that is when it happened.

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Five years ago my wife Sue and I left behind the dark, dank climate and the economic and political doom and gloom of England in search of a new life in the beautiful, peaceful and sunny Languedoc region of the South of France. Both of us are keenly interested in good food, cooking, and enjoying the odd glass or three of wine.

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