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"Seriously, Val, you need to get a hobby or something. It can't be good for you spending so much time alone." Valerie looked sideways at her friend and smiled. "I don't mind spending time by myself, you know that." "I know you say you don't mind, but I still think it can't be good for you." Like a spy resisting interrogation, Lucinda would stubbornly repeat her point over and over until the opposing party cracked and subjected themselves to her will. Valerie had known her long enough to realise this and accepted that it was just part of Lucinda's individual charm.

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His wife bounced into the living room and announced, "They sold the Johnson's house." "'Bout time," Gary said, not even looking up from the stack of bills. "I saw the new owner," Theresa went on and hugged her husband from behind. "She's about my age, long blonde hair; she's cute too!" "Oh boy," Gary said, still not looking up. He was looking at the latest bill from her Visa credit card.

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When you’ve been around the block enough times, you know that anything is possible when it comes to people’s sex lives. I knew there were men who liked to watch as their wives had sex with another man. And I’m no prude. Anything is OK with me as long as no one gets forced or hurt --- more than they want to be, that is.

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The events of this story happened at least thirty years ago. I lived in Virginia at the time in an apartment complex made up of about a dozen buildings of eight apartments each with each two apartments sharing a common stoop. The residents of the building in which I lived were all very nice people and besides myself and another guy were all married couples. Most evenings would find several, if not all of the residents sitting in the front of the building talking, drinking beer or wine and generally having a good time.

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