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I wrote this as a love story, not a quick thrill. I have taken certain liberties with names and locations, because, it was told to me, by a very close friend. So read it if you enjoy a short story not necessarily one with sex and orgasms every five lines. Willy was a cop, daughter of a cop, a sister to cops and cousin to many cops. A few months before her thirty-sixth birthday, she was slim, standing five foot nine with the wide shoulders, flattish chest, and slim hips with the incredibly powerful thighs of a swimmer.

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Skylar McGill was an attractive girl. She was just 19 years old, around 5 foot 5 and just the right balance between slim and curvy, with tanned skin, grey-green eyes and dark brown hair to her shoulders, she was nothing special but certainly not ugly. However, that morning, after crying all night, she definitely did not look her best. Looking in the mirror, she sighed, wondering when it would be over. Her friend Magdalena was playing mind games with her again.

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It wasn't easy being a young professor at a southern university in the US. When I say young, I mean young. I was always an overachiever, and got my Ph.D at 22 and began teaching immediately. This meant that I was barely older than my students at best. This had the potential for becoming an outright, unmitigated disaster, and everyone knew it. The Director of my program never came out and said anything to me directly, but it was clear he was keeping a close eye on me.

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It was my senior year playing women's basketball at a State College. My name is Lindy Clarke and I was one of the starting five. We were a good team, but a little short to excel in the conference playoff tournament--just suburban girls having a good time. We all could dribble, and pass and play defense, but we were outmatched in spite of our athleticism and good coaching.

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'Josie ... Come in, come in ... I'm so glad you could help me out like this.' Mistress Megan held open the door to her apartment, and as I walked in, I felt the normal jumble of emotions rise up and threaten to overwhelm me. I had received a text message from her at 4.30, while I was sitting rather bored in a meeting at the bank where I work. I was helping on a presentation to a group of fund managers who all thought they were rather clever and wonderful, but unfortunately, I didn't.

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Becky was sitting on the edge of the dresser with her arms folded in front and a scowl on her face. "I don't understand why you won't go. You love Buckingham's Ale House. She said in a pleading tone. "I'm just not up for it, that's all, I'm...ah, little under the weather." I said very weakly. Buckingham's represented an old way of life that no longer existed for me.

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It was Friday evening and I was home. Not something a red blooded nineteen year old girl like me wants to admit but I was. Well I was trying to save and nights out with the girls had stopped that dead in its tracks, so I was home; Mom was in her bedroom, my eighteen year old sister in hers (three months after having me)- I know you're dying for details 'breastfeeding made me horny' she told me when I was trying to explain why we were so close- unlike all my friends who had respectable gaps between next in line siblings- and I was in the lounge. Dad had left a few years ago so it was a girls only zone.

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Dana was a little embarrassed and nervous about returning to her apartment on Sunday. After all, Mike knew that she had gone out with Gina on Friday and knew that she hadn't returned home until Sunday. Dana had called Saturday morning and let him know that she was going to be crashing at Gina's place so he wouldn't worry and made up some excuse about why she stayed there. On her way home she worried that Mike would see through her cover story and know what Dana and Gina had been doing.

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It was nineteen eighty seven. I was nineteen and my eighteen year old sister and I had visited my father in Dubai where he was stationed with the airforce. We had a wonderful three weeks there and were travelling back to the U.K via Heathrow Airport at 2 a.m. when we were arrested. When we reached the Customs area we were called aside and our luggage was searched thoroughly. Whether we were stopped by design or simply chance I don't know.

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A quick introduction. I was roommates with Grace for over three years. Her being a lesbian was a well known fact which made my family and my girlfriends very comfortable with the arrangement. Michelle, her girlfriend had recently come out which gave Grace a new found confidence and extreme fondness towards Michelle. They were both 29.

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