Part 1: Great Dane,
I think I'm going mad. But that's not the worst thing.
I don't know how it got to this point. One moment everything was normal and then... I don't know. I feel like someone's reached into my life, twisted around everything I thought was normal and said, "There you go, deal with that." Nothing makes sense any more and I don't know how to get back to what I thought was normal.
But that's not the worst thing.
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Brooke II: Finding
Allison entered the bedroom, reached for the buttons of her blouse and whispered, "Cool."
The young woman strutted as if she owned the room. She peeled off her top and short denim skirt, and circled the bed in nothing but a dampened thong. Her blue eyes flashed and her straight brunette hair steamed behind. The lean body dripped sexuality. At that moment Allison did own the room.
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"My name is Nario. You are Mr. Armstead?"
"Yes. I was expecting my uncle."
"He could not come. I am his boy."
Yes, I'll just bet you are, I thought. But then he clarified, if not enough to make a difference to me.
"I am his houseboy. Welcome to Naples, Mr. Armstead."
"Call me Harry, Please. Is it far from here to Positano?"
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Ann opened the drape and looked outside and everything was white. It took her back to her childhood when she eagerly anticipated the first snowfall. Oh, how she loved sledding, building snowmen, and snowball fights. Now the 37 year old housewife saw the snow as a nuisance; snow was something that made it difficult to drive and gave you a backache when you had to shovel it.
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It had been a real rough year for my big sister Debra. In the March she had lost her job, then in June our father sadly passed away in his sleep. Then in September she split up from her husband of five years Colin. It had been a pretty rocky marriage at the best of times, I never took to him and always wondered what she saw in the waster. Still my feelings towards him paled in comparison to his family's towards Debra – they hated her with a passion from the first!
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My wife's daughter came to visit for the holidays. It's a second marriage for both of us; she has two kids by a previous marriage, and I have three. Susan, her daughter, is in her late twenties and has never married. She's had a few close calls, but for one reason or another, things just never seemed to work out.
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"Do you remember me?"
Peter Dovzhenko turned from his seat in the sand, where he'd spent the last hour watching the waves rolling onto the beach, when he heard the smoky, Slavic-accented voice of a young woman behind him. He found her standing 5'3", with dirty blonde, shoulder-length hair, her body lithe and fit like a gymnast's, her tiny, turquoise bikini covering pert little A-cup breasts just big enough to hold.
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Hi, I'm Alicia, I'm eighteen years old and a Senior at Central High School, I'm also a varsity cheerleader there, along with my best friend and lover, Shelly. Yes, Shelly is my lover, has been since December when we got stranded at the Log Cabin Motel because of a blizzard.
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Widder Jones was 31 years old. I was the only one to know for sure because I'm her doctor. I also knew a lot of other things about her after her office visit today.
My name is Kendall and I am a rural circuit doctor in the Ozarks. My medical school education was mostly funded by a program that requires me to serve rural areas for a period of time after I graduate.
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My grandfather emigrated from Austria in 1919. He had four sisters, but he was the only boy.
He married my grandmother in 1940. Unable for whatever reason to have children of their own, they eventually adopted a girl (Mary) and a boy (Peter), and each of them in turn had a boy (John Mark for Mary; Matthew (me) for Peter) and a girl (Elizabeth for Mary; Joan (my sister) for Peter).
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