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I guess it started back during my six years in the forces. Walking past a barbers shop in Turkey, Tom bet me that I would never be able to shave myself using the cut throat razor that the proprietor of the establishment in question wielded so effortlessly. I told him that I would have it nailed in two weeks and that I would even be able to do it without cutting my face in that time.

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I had been in bed for over an hour, tossing and turning. My body was hot, and even though the windows were open, I couldn't seem to cool down. There was an insistent ache between my legs that I couldn't ignore. Earlier this evening, my roommate Daphne, came barging into our dorm room, smiling widely. She had a date with a water polo player and wanted my help getting ready. Batting her lashes at me, she tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder and pouted prettily.

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