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My sister and I were identical twins; I always say that we are unusual twins because our mother refused to dress us alike, ever! From a very early age our mother encouraged us to have different hair styles; my sister was encouraged towards music and dance while I was guided to gymnastics and anything remotely sporting.

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I am diabolical. Brilliant, but diabolical. I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but I don't have anyone else to tell now. I mean, why go through all the effort if you're the only one who gets to enjoy it. You see, my plan was perfect and if it wasn't for old Saint Nick, I would have gotten away with it. Well, I guess I should tell you the story first, its long and I don't have much time left now.

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Mr. & Mrs. Edwards were the first couple I met after the agency sent me out on interviews and I had no problem accepting their generous job offer. Being from America I called myself a babysitter, but in my new Kensington neighborhood it was fashionable to have an 'au pair' so this became my new title. The deal was pretty good since I got the use of a cute car and a cottage to myself instead of my little flat.

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I fought back tears when I saw the spots of blood that heralded the onset of my period. Despite the increased use of fertility drugs, I was not going to be a mother this month. I crawled back into bed with my husband Todd, waking him to cuddle with him. Sunlight shone through the blinds.

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A stream of consciousness approach... A moment where all reason is usurped by desire...continues its formation and growth in the hyperreal of my mind... All I can think about right now is how much I need to release your breasts from their black and pink laced prison.

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You know the saying—and I'm sure I date myself by saying this—"I want to marry a girl like the one that married Dad?" Well, that holds true for me. I come from a big, traditional Italian family—Dad worked and was head of the house, Mom was at home in the kitchen (and pregnant for the most part). We didn't have much money, but we were never hungry, and because there were seven kids, we had a lot of fun. I always assumed that when I got married, I would have the same kind of family. I loved kids, and secretly, I looked forward to having an ever pregnant wife.

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I wanted to be raped. Not really raped. Just pretend, fun raped. So like everything you want these days, I looked online. Nothing. I placed an ad asking for what I wanted. Just like that. I can't remember what I wrote now, but I imagine it was some approximation of my fantasy. Or...not really my fantasy because only someone special could have made that happen.

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The hours were passing by as fast as molasses. James sat there listening to some underling drone on and on about the approaching conference. "So, if all goes well I'll be checking out that vista from that vacant 14th floor office, huh, Mr. Jeffers?" Edward stared into James' expressionless ocean-like eyes.

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I moved slowly back and forth on the patio swing with my book in my lap enjoying the warm spring afternoon. I had spent the whole weekend completing a contract in a prestigious high rise and had the day off from my job as a interior decorator. It was a good time to do absolutely nothing and would be taking it easy for the next while. Jodie would soon be home from work.

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