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I've always been a hairier-than-average guy, and I've always been grateful that, in the body-type lottery, I was given a hairy one. Mind you, I'm not the hairiest guy you'll ever meet -- not like those guys who get nicknames like 'Bear' or 'Ape' -- but my chest and shoulders have a nice, ample covering of hair, and my arms and legs, too. I was 'That Kid' in junior high -- the first guy in my class to hit puberty, the guy the other boys gawked at in the showers after gym class.

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Susan Bloom thought she knew her husband Ron as well as anyone could ever know another human being. She and Ron had met when they were still just teenagers and had got married at 20 just over ten years ago. As with most marriages they had had their ups and downs but overall she felt that their marriage had been and still was successful.

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Several pictures of her were tucked into the sides of the mirror over his dresser. Most were school pictures, and one was of the two of them together, their arms wrapped around each other, both of them smiling at the camera. My hand, holding the brush that I had picked up from amidst the clutter on his dresser, stopped in mid-air as I peered at those pictures.

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I am Deep Basu, a fairly successful corporate executive and now CMD of a Swiss owned company in India. I am a happily married man with two grown up children both well settled abroad. My wife is a well educated woman, who in recent days keeps herself busy in social activities, to cope with the empty nest syndrome. We did have a very active sex life during the first four or five years of our married life. Later, it gradually went down hill, but did exist till about ten years ago. But now it is almost non-existent.

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My name is Trish, and my life changed by pure coincidence. A single friend of mine was showing me this website she was using to help find people for her to "hook up" with. I wasn't really interested because I'm happily married and have been for twenty years, but it was great hearing her get excited about it. She just gave me a quick overview of the site, punched in some search criteria and let me look at the results.

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Around two o'clock on the afternoon of her nineteenth birthday, Katie was bored. She perched on the arm of her Dad's favourite chair and gazed out of the window at the quiet street where she had grown up. The house was on a T junction so Katie could look straight down a stretch of road for about a hundred yards, past the neat front gardens, to where the street curved out of sight. Nothing moved in the sunshine. The whole street seemed to be taking a summer afternoon nap.

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