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I'm really quite a shy man, not one for chatting up the girls in the office. The flirting is sort of fun, but I never know what to do after the first few times. And then I see the light die in their eyes, and the conversation goes safe and boring. I do talk to them, but I hear about their boyfriends, families, domestic problems and holidays abroad. Never anything personal, never any hint about what they think about me.

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I always get very tired along about mid-afternoon of the second day at these conventions. It has something to do with strolling the endless aisles of the exposition in between attending seminars and lectures. The Las Vegas Convention Center goes on for miles and, as is usually the case, I was hitting a wall that Wednesday as I cruised up Aisle 2100, bobbing in and out of booths and making small talk with the salespeople. You can only take so much computer gibberish after awhile.

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"-can't get the job done properly and on time don't bother!" Kate screamed before knocking everything from Mike's desk to the floor and storming out. Mike stared for a moment at the door as his shapely boss stomped off to wherever she went when she was too disgusted to stick around. He had never once questioned where she went and really didn't want to know. There wasn't much point in chasing after her when she was that upset.

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My name is Shaun Jacobs and this is the story of my first sexual experience and my first time falling in love. I am twenty one years old, 6' 2", slim build, short dark brown hair and green eyes. I have light skin and bit of a stubbly beard.

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As I told you in my first story, " The Boys from next door ", I currently own a home for retiree's. It, of course, caters for both men and women. I currently have eleven males and nine females. I employ twelve staff for nursing needs, eight females and four men. On top of that I also employ five catering staff. I, of course, jump in and help where-ever I'm needed. I've been doing this since my divorce four years ago. I enjoy it immensely. I have great satisfaction in making sure our elderly are well taken care of. For this reason, I'm very particular about who I employ.

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Ok, so here's the deal. My name is Marissa Adams, I'm 18 years old and I am a maid at a hotel/casino in Las Vegas. I'm not complaining, pay's good, my co-workers are great and I meet very interesting people and a few stars. Just last week Shaq was staying in the NBA Suite. But that's no where near the best part of my perfect job.

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Sheri was the center of attention and it pissed Brittney off. "Congratulations!" everyone told her at her promotion party. Brittney hung back and watched everyone kiss ass. The sad thing was that everyone knew why she was really getting promoted and it wasn't due to her work ethic. Sheri was a picture perfect blonde haired, blue eyed, perfect body woman in her mid thirties who all the guys adored and all the women wanted to be like. All except for Brittney that is.

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There was this blond woman who worked in my office, Jennifer. She was small—-five-two-—but with proportionately curvy C-cup tits, a solid little ass, and shapely legs that could run a seven-minute-mile. She was five years younger than me—-just 25—-and while she didn't work directly for me, she was under me—-apparently in more ways than one.

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I'm a finish carpenter. No, I'm no guy who wants to "Express his creativity in Wood" or anything like that. Just a guy who didn't quite fit in anywhere else. Not college material and, honestly, fell into my trade by accident. But it's a good living and if I had no talent for it I would have stumbled out of the business a long time ago like a few guys I've met along the way. I like meeting people and doing a nice job in their home and...and getting paid!

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Sebastian could tell that she was upset, but was not quite sure if he should attempt to console her, or for that matter, exactly how he would go about approaching her with an offer of comfort. He had seen the despondent expression she had been wearing on her face all night and thought that she looked like she might be about to cry when she excused herself from the table and left the banquet hall to go upstairs to her hotel room. He had quickly said goodnight to his dining companions at the next table and followed her to the lobby, not totally sure of what he was intending to do if, and when, he caught up with her.

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