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8 o'clock on the dot I arrived at Diane's studio. I was greeted at the door by the hairstylist who whizzed me straight into his room where he immediately put me at ease with his lively chatter. He took me right though a typical shoot, what would happen and when. What I should and should not say or do. I was sure he was gay;

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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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Kara entered her house a little unsteadily. She had just gone to the third Halloween costume party of the week and was drunk as well as fed up. The party had been her friend Christine's. "It's all the same, every year," she thought to herself. "I'm always the single woman at these damn things. I walk in, and everyone asks, 'Who did YOU bring, Kara?'

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The bookstore was crowded with last minute holiday shoppers. I stood in a long checkout line and finally worked my way up to the front and was able to pay for my items. I was purchasing a few last minute presents, as well as, a book for myself. The checkout girl scanned the bar code on my book, then looked up at me with a knowing smile after noting the title of the thick volume.

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The rhythmic fidgeting roused Adam from his sleep. Curious what was going on, he opened his eyes to see a strange woman straddling him with her back to him. She had long dark brown hair covering most of her otherwise naked body. She seemed uninterested in him as she fidgeted away, very quickly jostling up and down on him. Now fully awake, he could see her left arm making some kind of quick movements back and forth.

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Beth had been a good friend of ours ever since we had moved out to sunny Santa Monica two years earlier. My wife had met her at work when they were both receptionists at a mail order company. She and her husband Steve had often came over for dinner or met us for a movie. I had never cared for Steve as he was self-absorbed and bitter.

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Elizabeth and I have been friends for more years than we care to remember. She is the one person I feel totally comfortable with, and who knows ALL my secrets. I have always known she is bi-sexual and admired the fact that she took the world by storm, while I was afraid to act on my desires.

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Several weeks had passed since Steve Bryant had finished his physical therapy and checked out of the rehab center where Sarah had been working since shortly after New Years. The weeks had passed uneventfully, which was a relief after the nights she had spent being fucked by her older patient. She hadn't really come to terms with everything that had happened to her over the past couple of months, but after her second night with Mr.

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Now I don't pretend to know everything about relationships but, I do know that lust and love sometimes do go hand in hand. If you will, just follow me through this little insight that led me to my conclusion. Maybe you'll see where I'm coming from and take my side in all of this...

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"It's broken, I'm afraid." Devastation. No, this couldn't be happening. "You'll need a cast for 6-8 weeks, and plenty of rest with no strenuous activity. Then some therapy to get the muscles in your arm back in shape. But swimming should take care of that for you." No, no, no, no, no. No. Damn trampoline. I looked up at Dave.

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