casanova----part-1-of-1

Casanova

It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. Nope, that’s not it. Call me Ishmael… no, not that one. Um...Twas the night...damn, that’s not it either. Marley was dead lo’ these many years. Yeah, that’s it! That’s the one. Bob Marley had been dead quiet some time when Steve met Lydia.

Lydia was a sweet piece of ass and Steve loved trapping her in the closet. She always had that terrified look on her face when she swallowed his semi stiff cock. Steve smiled when he thought of how flustered she was when they were alone together. And making her wear stockings and a garter belt instead of pantyhose, pure genius on his part. Next he would forbid her to wear panties, even when she had her period. Steve congratulated himself with a third, fourth and fifth beer at the bar. That waitress that brought him the drinks had a nice fat ass, and she had definitely been checking out his package, he was sure. For, you see, Steve was King of the Lechers, and reserved his place in Hell long in advance.

All of that, though, was just for fun. Romance and security were an entirely different matter. Steve’s current girlfriend, Ester Hollingdale, was just what the doctor ordered. She was older and less attractive than he, wealthy, had good breeding and reputation and, best of all, failing health. In no time flat, they would be married and, shortly there after, Steve would be a grieving widower with all the power and wealth he’d ever dreamed of. Life was sweet.

As the forty something middle manager lay in bed, that old nemesis stirred and reared it’s ugly head. Steve both hated, and loved, his greatest embarrassment. It always started with an innocent thought, but always grew into the same scene. This particular one happened on an elevator. He stood in the middle, with younger and more muscular men at either side. A grinding sound brought the car to a screeching halt between floors. The temperature rose quickly, so to cool off both of the other men began to remove their jackets and shirts. Steve had to fight the urge to openly stare at their bulging pecks. He could feel the embarrassing stirrings in his boxers. Soon Steve couldn’t hide it, he was hard as a rock looking at these well-muscled animals. Being small fat and bald, Steve was the only one who was even remotely aroused. That changed quickly.

The young, strong men beat Steve badly. They tore his clothes from his body and bitch slapped him to the floor. As usual, they had found the silk camisole and French cut panties that he always wore under his suit, at least in these fantasies. The white muscle man held Steve’s head tight and turned his face up from his downcast position of submission up, where it could be used. He sank his hard prick in Steve’s ‘bitch hole’ and fucked his face without mercy. The black man slammed his massive tool up Steve’s ass. As usual, they made short work of making a prison cunt out of the middle-aged businessman.

Steve lay in bed with a finger up his ass and a flying fist up and down his stiff cock. He moaned loudly as the wave of sexual release welled up in his balls. He stabbed a finger in his anus hard with each new thrust. Soon, his tight sphincter loosened enough to accept another intruding digit. He twiddled them in opposite directions within himself, gripping his cock with a force that usually brought tears. The more it hurt, the louder he screamed when he finally came. Lately, though, that took longer and longer.

Steve lay panting for breath, his clogged arteries had his heart racing with exertion and his brain paused only for a fraction of a second to register the event. With resigned automation, Steve wiped the watery cum from his fat stomach and rolled over to sleep. And a fitful sleep it was. Steve tossed and turned endlessly. The bed wasn’t the slightest bit comfortable. The pillows were made of concrete. With great, Herculean effort, Steve finally slept.

Not five minutes later, the door to his bedroom burst open.

“Steve, old boy, get out of that bed and get some decent clothes on. There’s sport to be had, you dirty rotten scoundrel,” an older man, with a club jacket and a martini called in an off hand manner.

Steve sprang upright with a horrid look of inconvenience on his face. Then he realized that Chas Martin had been dead for a dozen years now. Chas had been a partner with the first firm Steve had worked for. They had been drawn together by their mutual distaste for all that was sacred. Well, that and the fact that Steve did everything Chas ever wanted, including the time he lined up a twelve year old girl, an illegal from Dominica, for his boss to use for the weekend.

“Chas?” he called out cautiously. “Chas, is that you?”

“No, it’s the fucking IRS, you silly ass. Of course it’s me. Get the fuck out of that bed and let’s grab a quick ‘nine holes’,” the apparition chuckled, referring to an old joke about the secretarial pool.

Steve was scared shitless, but that wouldn’t be the sort of thing that he should show Chas. All sorts of confusing thoughts were racing through his mind, but chief among them was, ‘Boy, I could go for one of those martinis.’ Absently, Steve got out of bed and walked past the spirit and out to the bar to mix himself some courage. The first sip wasn’t quite enough. He drained the glass, mixed another one and lit a cigarette before addressing Chas again.

“So, what the hell kind of nightmare is this?” he asked the martini glass still in his hand.

“Oh really, old sport, don’t you ever read anything but Hustler?” The, less than opaque, Chas chuckled at his own joke. “But seriously, we have a few old memories to take a quick peek at, and then I have to be back at the club for Bridge. Come along, we haven’t much time.”

The suburban bedroom became the back of a dingy factory, long neglected and falling down around the boy and girl in the small room to the left.

“I swear to God I’ll let him bite you,” the ten-year-old boy shouted at the girl. She was crying and looked as though she were ready to die and be rid of this whole scene. The boy held a Garter Snake by the head and was taunting the girl with it. She was in a fretful state. The panic in her eyes alone was a pitiful and pathetic sight.

“What the hell is this?” Steve asked Chas. “What does this have to do with me?”

“Oh Steve, really,” Chas droned in his bored and affected tone between martini sips. The scene continued.

“I swear to God, Suzy, I’ll let this snake bite you, and you’ll swell all up, and you won’t be able to breath, and you’ll just die right here. But if you take off your clothes, I’ll save you from the snake.” Steve’s face paled as he remembered this scene, but he remembered it from a different angle, from his own childhood. The hellatious brat with the snake was, or had been, him. He was silent through the rest of the scene.

The distraught girl was beaten, and she knew it. She cried even harder as she unbuttoned and unzipped and, finally, stood nude before her tormentor. Her humiliation ran deeper than she had thought possible, but that wasn’t enough for the young Steve.

“Now pee on the floor,” he ordered, shaking the snake at her. Her protest was disorganized and died in her throat when Steve moved closer to her. Her tiny spirit broken, she squatted and relieved her bladder for the twisted little boy to see. When Suzy finished, her eyes still on the floor in front of her, she stood. She was so ashamed of herself that she couldn’t even look at him. For a laugh, Steve kicked her pile of clothes in the piss puddle, threw the snake in her general direction and ran away laughing like a hyena.

“Marvelous sport, old chum. Loved the finishing touches.” Chas’s ghost laughed. Steve did not reply. The backdrop again changed.

A slightly older Steve was in his parent’s house. He tried desperately to get his mother’s attention for something, but she was too busy dressing for an evening of social climbing. The frustrated boy went back to his room in retreat. A bit later, once his parents were out of the house and his little sister was sound asleep, Steve sneaked out of bed and down to the living room. The high school girl baby-sitting that night was on the phone with a friend.

He paused a moment, considering what he should do to get her attention. Silently, he slipped out of his pajamas and pulled on his little pee-pee a bit. It didn’t take much to get it to stand, never did. Now properly prepared, he strolled into the living room and stood before the older girl, expecting her to drop the phone.

Drop the phone she did, indeed. Her laughter was bordering on hysterics. At first, Steve thought that the friend had said something funny and was annoyed that she wasn’t paying attention. It was when she spoke to the friend, telling her about the hilarious scene in front of her, that his small heart ripped in half. He sulked away, his pride in intensive care and fading fast. But, of course, his thoughts quickly turned to revenge. After a long, and loud, trip up the front stairs, young Steve tiptoed down the back stairs and went straight to the girl’s boots in the kitchen by the door. He didn’t even need a sexual fantasy to get off, as he jerked his little prick. Thoughts of revenge and power were enough. Soon he shot his cum load down deep in the toe of the left boot and scurried up to bed for the night. He giggled himself to sleep.

The adult Steve had regained some of his balance. “The bitch deserved it,” he shot off at Chas. “She was some sort of lezzy dyke. Oh well, her loss.”

“Quite,” was all Chas had to say. They moved on.

This scene Steve recognized right away. It was the sweatshop where he had found the little girl for Chas. He saw himself haggling, haggling, with her mother and older brother over the price. Eventually he settled on $100. He had hoped to get out for $50, but wasn’t even close to paying the $1000 the old woman was prepared to accept. Threats about calling INS and getting the whole family fired from the sweatshop had worked in his favor. The old women cried like a baby in her son’s arms as Steve led the girl away. The anguish on her face was absolutely horrible to Steve now. He could see every blow in the battle between her need to protect her child and the need to feed the remaining ones for the rest of the month, until they all got paid again. Steve, the apparition inhaled deeply and turned from the gruesome pageant.

“Only $100, old bean?” Chas quipped. “I must congratulate you. I had no idea you arranged that bit of fun so cheaply. My boy, I always knew you’d go far.”

The world went black.

Steve awoke with a terrible scream. The whip cracked again, creasing his thigh.

“Get up, you festering pustule,” a harsh woman’s voice screamed from the dark. The whip cracked just on the tip of his ear this time, deafening him. A beast of some sort, strong as an ape and fast as a cheetah, leapt on him in his bed. Soon he was flat on his face, bound both hand and foot and in tremendous pain. It seems the intruder was stepping on his balls. The conqueror dragged him from his bed and out into the hall. With no effort at all, he was locked into a pillar and stocks before the bay window. A leather covered paddle slapped at his bare ass cheeks, bringing them a soreness that he had never dreamed possible.

“You putrid shit hole,” this new apparition scolded. “Who gave you permission to treat me like this?”

In the window there appeared a portrayal of one of the times he had dominated his secretary Lydia in the supply closet. Steve saw himself smile as he forced the thirty something woman to strip nude and take him in her asshole. Just for good measure he used her hair as reigns, making sure she would have to fix it lest she have to explain why it was mussed. From his new vantage point in the stocks, Steve could see that the pretty woman had cried through the entire event.

A thunder of lashes crashed against his naked flesh. He could feel it rip in places, spilling his blood. He screamed for forgiveness, he begged for mercy. The torture stopped, but only because the scene changed.

This one was set in an apartment that was not his own. He recognized it as belonging to Stella. She sat in her chair in the living room, holding an empty bottle of pills. The phone in her hand rang endlessly. Her face was a mixture of concern and, obvious, pain. With a deeply pathetic sigh, she hung up. A second scene arose. Steve was in his apartment with his cock down the throat of a young, fat woman. He had made her strip, while he remained mostly clothed. The phone rang in the background as he held her head and forced himself deeper into her throat. The poor woman gagged and tried to get away. Steve had just slapped her into submission and had his way with her.

The phone stopped ringing just as he blew his load in her mouth. She tried, desperately, to breath for a long moment, and was finally able to clear her throat. In true Steve fashion, her mild protests were met in kind. He pushed the nude girl into the hallway. Only after the door slammed in her face, did he remember her clothes. He went to the window and tossed the bundle of laundry out the window to the street below. With tremendous mirth, he shouted through the door that she could pick up her clothes out on the street, where she belonged. As a final artistic touch, he telephoned the police. The crowning success was toasted with a German beer or four.

“What did you think you were doing, you dickless mouse?” the ghost screamed in his ear. Pliers and a blowtorch were being used on his balls at the time. The stench of searing flesh, his flesh, made him throw up. The tormentor scooped up the offal and smeared it all back on his face, mostly in his mouth and nose. Steve gasped and gagged for air. It took forever to find any. A fist began trying to punch its way up his ass when the picture in the window changed yet again.

This room wasn’t fit for a human to live in, yet Steve counted eleven. He recognized the old island woman’s face immediately. She was in hysterics. Her sons and daughters were trying to console her, but nothing was working. No one spoke after just a few minutes. The sadness was epic.

“Who said you could use me like that?” the unseen ghost spoke in normal tones. “Who said you could cause me such sadness? I found life impossible to live, after what you let your boss do to me. I killed myself three months later. I cried when my daughter killed herself. I will never get over it.”

The thing that had been causing Steve so much physical pain and had shown him these scenes walked in front of him for the first time. She was obviously female, and very sexy to boot. Her body seemed perfect to him and the long blonde curls were very appealing. His beaten and bloody cock even stirred a bit. She turned to address him again. The apparition had no face.

“I am woman and I want to know who gave you permission to be an asshole to me?” she spoke, with the force and conviction of a billion voices focused into one. In the window, the scene continued and the oldest son finally spoke up.

“I will avenge her, Mama. I will kill every man who touched her.” Again, the world went black.

Sweat poured off Steve’s fat, hairy body. He fumbled for the light. With great effort, he finally got it to turn on. The light felt so much safer. His heart beat almost to the breaking point of his ribs. His breathing was fast, bordering on hyperventilation, but the light made him calm down. He checked the room to make sure he was alone.

Panic was setting in. He checked the clock to see the time. It was 4:00am. Still three hours till the sun. He had to stay awake. He couldn’t risk sleeping anymore. Whatever sort of flashback he was having, it had to stop right this fucking second. Steve contemplated getting a drink, but refused to leave his bed. Children believed their beds to be magical, untouchable by the monsters that scare them. At this point, Steve was clinging to anything and everything that made him feel safe. He settled for a cigarette.

He promptly dropped the lit cigarette when his bedroom door opened. His mind stopped on the illogical thought that he didn’t remember any of the other ghosts using the door. But who knew with ghosts? He decided to try to reason his way out of this one.

“Okay, okay,” he called out to the man he saw come through the door. “I get it. I’ve been an asshole and I’m going to die a lonely, broken old man. I fucking get it. Now get the fuck out of here and leave me alone. I’ll cut the shit from now on and do something nice for all the cunts I hurt. Okay? Is that all fucking right with you? Will you leave me the fuck alone now, huh?”

The man looked puzzled for a second, then raised a gun and shot three fingers off Steve’s left hand.

“What the fuck?” Steve screamed from his bed. “What the fuck is this?” A second shot smashed through his left foot and lodged in his calf. The blankets on the bed were instantly stained with blood and soaking up more each second.

“I finally found you,” the man said, in a heavily accented voice. “You fucking pig. Your boss got away from me, the fucker. He die, but now I get you.” The gun went off again. Steve’s right shoulder exploded in his face. “You kill my sister after you spoil her life. See you in hell.” The gun went off for the last time, leaving a neat hole in Steve’s forehead. The man wiped the fingerprints off the gun and put it in Steve’s hand. After wiping the spattered blood off himself, he left the apartment. Steve’s world faded to black, for the last time.

“Next,” an evil looking, hairy, red demon called from behind a stone desk. The cave was red with firelight.

“I believe there’s been some mistake here,” the terrified Steve began. “You see, I was expecting a third ghost, who would have certainly ensured my salvation. But then this Latino man broke in and.” He was silenced with a fireball the size of a city cab. It left him painfully crispy.

“Shut your bleeding mouth, ass-hole,” the demon taunted. “What the fuck do you think this is, anyway, some sort of Dickens novel?”

The End…

anniversity----part-1-of-1

Our Anniversary

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Well it has been 2-years now since we met and started our relationship. So he calls me and tells me he is taking me out of town for the weekend. Franticly I ran around the house getting all my clothes up. As soon as I was packed I jumped in the car and head for his house. He was waiting for me looking ever so handsome in his hiking shorts and plain old t-shirt.

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He threw his bag in the back seat, hopped in the front and off we go for a long 3-hour car drive into the mountains. When we finally arrived I was so excited to get there that I can't even keep my hands to myself. I run through the condo looking around, taking notes of places that I can bend over, lie down, or simply get on my knees for him.

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I honestly was so tired from the long drive that I all I really wanted to do was just sleep. I quickly hopped into the shower and got all soaped up. I washed my body, paying close attention to my now swollen clit. When I was done, I jumped out of the shower and dried off.

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He was lying on the bed watching, so I walked around the room naked so he could look at my naked body. He loved my body, and the way it curved in all the right places. When I sat down on the bed to rest, he amorously pulled me down beside him.

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He couldn't keep his hands off of me; all of a sudden he was eagerly licking my nipples, gently squeezing my firm breast. Then he was moving his strong hands sensuously down my soft sweet smelling body, feeling every inch of me.

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He rolled me over to kiss my back. He licked my back all the way down to my ass. Nibbling on me a little.

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Sitting up, I started biting on his nipples. After squeezing and biting his nipples, I started kissing my way down his ‘wash-board’ abs stomach. Stopping to work over his belly button, I licked my way on down to his warm patch of hairy love spot. I just love the way he doesn't shave his cock and balls. I slowly licked the head of his cock and then my mouth slipped over the warmth of his of his cock and my lips formed a tight ‘O’ around the shaft of his hard cock. Clamping my lips tight, I got so excited moving my mouth up and down his shaft that I grabbed his balls to feel them in my hands. He just kept shoving it down my throat.

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It made me so wet to feel his cock deep in my throat. Without taking his cock out of my mouth, he grabbed my legs and pulled me over on top of him. We ended up with him flat on his back, with my knees planted on either side of his face, and with my dripping pussy was right above his face. It was an incredible experience of tongues and hands. This allowed him to lick my trembling flesh, causing my whole body to shake with excitement, when he stuck out his tongue and flicked it across my swollen clit. By the time he started fucking me with his tongue, the results was pure dynamite, I was dripping pussy juice all over his face. When I went off it was so mind-blowing that I couldn’t stop myself, he had me cumming over and over again.

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When I couldn't handle the intense feelings anymore, I pulled away from him.

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Once I caught my breath, I reached down and spread his legs. Then I lowered my mouth and started sucking his cock like it was a bomb pop waiting to melt in my mouth.

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Raising his legs even higher, I moved my tongue down the crack below his balls and down to his ass. Eagerly I started licking him all over. When I tongue fucked his ass, it made his cock jumped with happiness.

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He pulled my head closer and I licked his shaft from the head to the base. I sucked on his balls again and then moved back to sucking his cock. I slipped my lips to the tip of his shaft and tasted his pre-cum. Then I took the head of his cock in my mouth and before I knew it, half his cock was in my mouth and I was sucking away.

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I pulled out and when we kissed I could taste myself on his lips. When the kiss broke, I climbed on top of him and went for a ride. As I rode his thick hard cock up and down, I couldn’t help but think that it was perhaps one of the biggest cocks I’ve ever had. As I continued to slide up and down on his large member, I leaned forward and begged him to tweak and suck on my fully erect nipples. He was moaning very loud when he clenched my nipples between his teeth, I started pumping his cock like there was no tomorrow. Before I knew it, I was cumming all over him. He was hanging on to my hips as hard as he could and I was squeezing his cock with my pussy.

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He flipped me over and climbed on me from behind. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, as he entered me with one deep thrust. His lovemaking turned into something sweet as he slowly fucked me deeper and deeper. And he continued to fuck me slowly until I pulled his face to mine and whispered to him to FUCK ME as hard as he could. Then it turned into something primal as I met him thrust for thrust. All at once I was cumming over and over again with every forceful thrust he was driving into me. Soon, he couldn't help himself and he was exploding in me, filling me up with his cum. I could feel his cock jerking in my dripping pussy and we held each other as we cummed together.

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We rolled over and he held me till I fell into dream world. I woke up the next morning refreshed and ready for the day. I can't wait till the next anniversary…

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The end...

the steam room----part-1-of-1

The Laundry Room Incident

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Samantha had been a resident of the city of Dallas for exactly 48 hours when she found out what the ‘big city experience’ was all about. In late October her building was 89 degrees, in the shade. The thermostat, it was explained to her, had malfunctioned and would be replaced as soon as possible, or so the story from the super went. More than a week later, the entire population of the building was wearing summer attire, if they weren’t on the way to work or going out. This proved to create some unattractive moments in the lobby area. As for the heat itself, apparently it was difficult to get parts for a system that predated Noah’s Ark.

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Sammy, like many of her neighbors, had taken to wearing nothing, or next to it, around the house. It was for this very reason that she neglected to put on more than a bikini top and an old, skimpy pair of white shorts when she went down to do the laundry that Saturday morning.

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If only her small town cronies back home in Fairfield could have seen her now. They would have her arrested for indecent exposure in public. In the Dallas, however, she wouldn’t garner a second glance, well maybe one. In reality, though, it wasn’t anything planned, it was just an oversight on her part. Whatever the case, every time Sammy bent over to load her laundry, she found herself falling out of her top.

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Her body was the classic model for the big, beautiful woman title. A bit chubby, but sexy in the curves she was blessed with. Her 42D cups were more than some men could resist. There was never any shortage of takers among them. Women, on the other hand, usually found something to hate about her. Well, maybe that’s an overstatement, but she had very few female friends in her 24-years. Likewise, since she’d only been here two days, she had absolutely no friends, either male or female in the city, yet either.

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About the time Sammy realized that she was no longer in her bikini top, she also became aware of someone coming through the door. Of course it was too late to cover up unseen. Even her quick spin wasn’t quick enough. Her cheeks turned several shades of crimson and it took tons of courage to turn back around.

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“It’s okay sweetheart,” a friendly, female voice soothed. “It happens to me all the time. I won’t tell,” she giggled. “Hi, I’m Danny. I live on the 8th floor. You just moved in, right?”

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“I’m so embarrassed,” was all Sammy could manage. “Um, yes, I did just move in. I’m Sammy. Nice to meet you Danny..." they both started to giggle at an unspoken joke.

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“I see your Daddy wanted a boy too,” Danny cracked. They laughed until the tears came. After catching their breath, they returned to their chores.

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Danny, in response to the heat, had come down in a threadbare little sundress/romper kind of thing. It had to be a thousand years old because the material was worn to just this side of ‘see through.’ Sammy had caught herself unconsciously evaluating Danny’s taunt, athletic body, as so many women are wont do to each other. Other than the waist and thighs of a teenage cheerleader, she hadn’t noticed anything special about Danny, or so she led herself to believe.

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Apparently Danny had badly misjudged the length of her dress. When she turned from her front load washing machine, still crouching so as not to fall out again, she was staring directly up Danny’s hiked up dress. Like Sammy before her, Danny had chosen to bend rather than crouch. The result was Sammy’s wide-eyed stare not only up Danny’s dress but also right over her entirely nude body.

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Sammy was mortified. Not because she’d seen Danny’s nude body, well a little bit of that, but mostly because, on some strange level, she was enjoying the view. That though was a severe eye opener. Of course she’d heard of lesbians. After all, she wasn’t exactly brought up in a cave. She’d even been a passing acquaintance of a girl in college that she’d suspected of as such. But she was in no way a lesbian; of that there was no doubt at all.... or at least until this very second there wasn’t.

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Sammy couldn’t help admiring the way Danny’s firm ass cheeks tapered into her powerful thighs. She was amazed at how sexy machine tooled legs could be up close. It was ironic that Danny’s pussy mound made a perfect period at the bottom of the exclamation point running down the crack of her shapely ass. The visual metaphor seemed to define the moment. Sammy was indeed enjoying the sight of this woman’s body. Heaven help the day; she heard her mother’s voice in her mind.

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Danny had to repeat herself a third time. “Hello? You want to come up for a beer while these wash?”

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Sammy had to shake off the spell. “Well...um,” she stammered, not sure how to answer. “I mean, ugh… my place is such a mess. I really should,” The memory of Danny’s delicious body, flashed before her panicked eyes.

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“Oh come on,” Danny pleaded. “Come up and have a couple of cold beers and then you can clean with a buzz. It’s much more fun that way anyway.” giggled Danny.

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Who could argue with such sound logic? They were chatting like old friends by the time they boarded the elevator. Soon they were in the Peruvian, jungle sauna that was the 8th and top most, floor. Sammy was finding it a bit hard to breath, but Danny seemed to have grown accustomed. Even more sweat than was possible, poured out of her skin. Her clothing, what little there was, stuck to her body like flypaper. She even thought she saw a camel at the end of the hallway, drinking at an oasis. None of this, however, explained why Danny was in, what is considered by most to be, Sammy’s ‘personal space’ while opening the door. The electrically charged moment passed quickly, though.

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Danny left Sammy in her modest living room while she fetched the beer. It was quaint and cozy, in an Ikea sort of way. When she came back with the suds, Sammy’s jaw dropped like it was made out of lead. Danny was stark naked. That was the last straw. Sammy took the offered beer in her right hand, and Danny in the left. She kissed her new friend quickly, so she wouldn’t have time to chicken out. To her utter delight, and total shock, Danny didn’t shy away. Instead she led an oral assault on Sammy’s mouth while she untied her bikini top.

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“Thank God,” she muttered when Sammy finally let her up for air. “I was afraid you would never get the hint.”

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Sammy was flabbergasted. She was so sure that this had been her idea. She hadn’t even considered the notion that she was being baited. “You mean you...?” she trailed off.

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“Well, not at first,” Danielle picked up the thread. “I was kind of hoping. And then when I saw your fabulous breasts...well, ugh… you know.” Both girls fell into a contagious giggle fit. “Take off these wet short, honey,” Danny said gently. It was then that Sammy realized that she felt so good because Danny was teasing her pussy with a roving fingertip. That thought alone almost put her over the edge into Orgasm Chasm.

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“You want them off?” Samantha teased. “You take them off me.” It wasn’t so much a playful tease as a weak attempt to stall or torpedo the moment. Otherwise, there might have to be some soul searching on a grand scale. The ploy failed outright. Before she knew it, Danny was stripping off her shorts and suddenly Sammy was standing nude before her brand new lover. Looking right in her eyes, Danny reached out and touched her, sending a shudder of passion through her large but firm body.

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Danny held a hip in each hand as she planted sweet kisses all over Sammy’s bushy triangle. Her moans had a certain B-movie scream quality to them, and every touch threatened an orgasm. Every kiss promised rapture. Very soon Sammy was parting her thighs to allow Danny more access to her swelling sex. Her slit was soaked, her thighs sticky, and her nipples were as rigid as steel. This was not the time for a moral check up. With tremendous effort, Sammy mentally slammed shut the Big, Big, Big Old Book of Morality and followed Danny to the bedroom.

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Holding a woman in her arms was similar to holding a man, but not quite the same. Sammy still recognized the warmth of another’s body and the thrill of flesh on flesh contact. The differences, though, were myriad. They were about the same height, give or take. Danny’s skin was so soft to the touch, and every sexy curve cried out for attention. Her sweet kisses burned on Sammy’s lips, but the biggest difference was when their nipples touched. As their engorged nipples touched, a wave of static electricity crackled through both women’s body, and thousands of tiny lights danced before Sammy’s eyes. This was turning out to be far more heavenly than she could ever have predicted. There was just one detail that was nagging at her.

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“God I wish you had a cock to stick in me,” Sammy leaked out in a particularly passionate moment. Danny’s head popped up from between her thighs.

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“Your wish, my dear, is but my every command,” and with that she produced a double-headed dildo from under the bed. Sammy showed wide-eyed concern at this strange, new contraption but got on all fours as ordered anyway. Her concerns melted away, though, when the head was pushed between her delicate lips and past her engorged clit. Soon she and Danny were groping for an even pace as they slammed there assess together, fucking each other doggy style. Sammy had screamer after screamer as her body trembled in the throes of an orgasm. It seemed as though she might dehydrate through her loins. The sweet ache of trying to hold the dildo with her pussy muscles, so she could fuck Danny back, and wanting nothing more than to be pounded into submission was more than she could take. Sammy fell flat on the bed, screaming with yet another climax. She lay there panting for some time. After a few minutes, with great effort Danny crawled over and kissed her bare shoulder.

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“Now how about that beer?” She giggled.

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The End...

sex magic----part-1-of-1

Sex Magic

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Heat. The world was slowly drying up. The sun’s rays pulsed with a deadly heartbeat. Plants withered and died. The summer’s lack of rain was slowly consuming the land’s will to live. The air was humid and stifling, but it refused to give up the priceless moisture. The humans were down to their last shreds of sanity as they trudged up the wooded path into the dried meadow clearing. With a grunt, he stopped dead to drink the water he carried. She was so intent on her task of walking, she ran directly into his back. A dirty look was all that passed between them.

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A hike, she had suggested. It all sounded more like a Death March to him, being from the city. Thank God he had brought plenty of water. He held the canteen high and drained the sweet, refreshing water into his parched mouth. When his gullet had filled, he poured some over his dust caked head. He couldn’t tell if it was a dust cloud he had raised off his skull or steam. It didn’t matter. The rejuvenating coolness was all that was important. She followed suit.

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The water cleansed her fried skin, and soaked her tank top. Immediately it was apparent to all that she had chosen to dress without a bra. Her lovely breasts seemed to swell, as if trying desperately to suck the water from her shirt. The tantalizing sight made his blood angry.

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He seized her and kissed her roughly. Like animals that had been forced to live in close quarters too long, they snapped kisses at each other. The heat made them irritated and utterly rabid. She bit his lip, and he clawed at her back. The relentless sun continued to beat down, and watch.

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Their enflamed passions grew. She tore his shirt off, using the cloth to wipe the sweat from her face. He pulled her shorts hard between her legs with both hands, until she was lifted from the Earth. She moaned deeply into his mouth. In reaction, she sucked his tongue into her own aperture, relishing the violence of it all. She broke only long enough to peel the wet shirt from her skin. He began to gnaw on her exposed nipples. Far behind them, over the last ridge, a small puffy cloud meandered in the vast dry sky.

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Balance, height and gravity were presenting a problem. They made use of a nearby rock. She lay back on the million-year-old seat while he nibbled the flesh of her tits and shoulders. Aroused and hungry, she clawed at his back like a cat in the throws of passion. His bites began to sting. She ground her ass into the hot rock and dug her nails into his flesh deeper. The air around them grew hotter and more suffocating. The humidity was growing thick, indeed.

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He fumbled with the snap on her cut off jeans, and then ripped the zipper open with both hands. She sighed into the sweltering air as an order for him to continue. She held fast to two handfuls of his hair as he yanked down her shorts. Finally he extracted himself from her clutches and shucked her like a magician with a tablecloth and $10,000 worth of china. She squealed as her tender skin grated against the course rock, but the pain was minimal and exciting. He knelt over her and leaned all of his weight against her, clutching her wrists. He lowered his head and licked the sweat from her pinioned body. She writhed like a snake under his invading tongue. Far to the rear of the big broad sky, blackness gathered under the oppressive sun, to watch.

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His teeth scraped her sun burnt flesh as he mauled her in near silence. Only the animalistic grunts of passion they made provided the soundtrack to their public display. She wiggled her hands free and unzipped and unbuttoned until his pants came loose. With great effort, she stripped his body naked. In the deadly heat, he barely noticed. In reply, however, he munched at her panty-covered pussy. The fabric was sopping wet with her juices. The scorching sun tried desperately to claim the renegade moisture, but was thwarted by his greedy mouth.

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A drop of water splashed on her tummy. It wasn’t much, hardly noticeable at all. Could have been a bead of sweat from his brow. She was much more interested in his use of teeth to tease her clit through her panties. Her hips rose up to his mouth. She strained to get him to suck on the hard flesh kernel, but he was content to tease. Another drop fell, hitting him squarely in the back. Their carnal game of Twister Tease caused them to slip off the sweat soaked rock into the dust. Neither cared. A fine mist gathered in the air above them. Neither noticed the sun had dimmed.

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She pushed with all her might and turned him on his back. Now she was in control. She rocked her hips, grinding her still clothed hole on his hard cock. The wet panties formed a tight rope against her clit to masturbate herself on. She used his stiff prick as a leveraging tool. Her hands kneaded his chest muscles as she drove him insane with lust. She bit at his nipples but lacked the power he possessed. He sat up and dumped her on her ass. While folded in a V, he ripped the panties from her and buried his face between her saturated thighs. She humped at his face immediately. Her horny hole loved this new attention and wasn’t satisfied with just a little. She clamped her thighs around his head, overly eager for the promised orgasm to come. The skies opened up and the rain began to fall on the scarred planet and the lovers on its face.

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He sucked her swollen clit into his mouth. Angrily, she tried to fuck his mouth, as a man would. Her urgency was shocking, but not unexpected. Frantically, he sucked her clit like a miniature cock. Her nails dug trenches in his scalp as her muscles tensed in anticipation of release. The rain fell gently upon them, relieving some of the heat they had generated. Finally her moment arrived. She howled like a she wolf baying at the moon, as her pussy walls quivered and contracted. Then she forcibly flushed the built up hormones from her body in a mind warping orgasm. The rain began to gather strength.

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He forced her legs open and stabbed her sex with his own. The cold rain stung their blistering skin as it poured down cold on their burnt skin. He pounded his way up into her deepest reaches, punishing her body with his rigid prong. She screamed and beat him with her fists. The passion and the pleasure had grown too much for her fevered head. All she could do was hold on to him and go where he took her. She could do nothing else but scream and cum.

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The once dusty trail quickly turned to mud, coating both of them as they lay rutting like dogs. Her passionate cries were barely discernible over the crash of the lightning and pelt of the wind driven rain. Her pussy was as wet as the ground, wetter now that the rain collected on their bodies. His urgency slowed as his skin cooled. He slowed his pace to lick the sweet water from her skin. The break in stride brought her back to the Earth. With superhuman strength, She spun him over once again. This time she got right to work. Amazingly, she had turned him without ever slipping out of the saddle. She fucked him hard.

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The more unrelenting the storm, the harsher she pounded herself on his pole. Like a pile driver at task, she drove herself with the same rhythm as the rain. Her pussy muscles clenched his straining cock like a fist, trying to pull his orgasm from his body. He, in turn, tried desperately to drive himself deeper into her, but he couldn’t get any leverage in the sloppy mud. Desperation set into both as they searched for a handhold and a steady pace. Lightning crashed very close by. The sheer fright of the sound and fury was the missing link. They both exploded into vicious orgasm. Then lightning struck again.

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The powerless lovers could do nothing to stop the E ticket ride now. Multiple orgasms plagued both as they lay, conjoined at the sex. The tempest raged on for another couple of minutes as each was drained of their willpower and lay spent from the exercise. At long last, the clouds finished their expulsion and dissipated. The old woman brushed back the soaked hair from her eyes, pleased that her spell had worked so well. The Crone walked away in silence, unheard and unnoticed.

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He shook his head and looked up at her. She was plastered to him in sheer exhaustion. With a wilted smile, he wiped the dripping hair from her brow. She gave him a weak smirk and kissed him gently. Leaning forward, she moved her body ever so slightly. They were still conjoined, and the friction was just enough. He inflated in her with alarming speed. Her face froze in a mask of horror as he pumped her yet again. The Old Druid laughed heartily into the blowing wind, and blew her a kiss for luck.

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the end…

assignment----part-1-of-1

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Class Assignment

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The assignment was simple. ‘You had a dream. What was it?’ Ostensibly, it was an introduction to prose for college freshmen. It gave Kathy a chance to see who had talent and who didn’t. It was also one of Kathy’s ribald pleasures.

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In the past she’d heard everything from; aspirations for the future, both boring and lofty, to what could only have been heavily drug induced. Frightening as it was, it was al probably a tale from real life. Once in a while, though, some brave soul would titillate everyone with a sexy story. These were Kathy’s favorites, and each year she hoped for something that she could copy and take to bed with her.

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The ground rules were also simple and fair and totally anonymous. One could make up anything they liked, without fear of embarrassment or reprisal.

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Each had to be at least two pages in length and in any style the author liked. All submissions were to be emailed from a general account in the library. No one need ever know, if they chose to hide, who wrote what.

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In reality, though, this wasn’t entirely true. Kathy could tell, by comparing writing styles of later works and a few other clues, just who owned what. Giving them anonymity, she learned long ago, brought out the true talent in those that had the gift. It was a sly ploy, and fraught with ulterior motives, but sound teaching none the less. The end justifies the means, or so she rationalized to herself.

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This year’s crop was of the usual sort, one was a boxer, another president, and still another was Cleopatra on her barge. The writing generally ranged from poor to acceptable, and Kathy was soon losing hope that anything special, would arise. This all changed, for the sinfully delicious, with three papers to go.

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It was marvelous, and so very dirty. Even the places that didn’t contain anything obscene left open the door to possibilities. She had to read the last two papers in the office the next morning. It had suddenly become a busy night.

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“I’ve read your work,” Kathy announced to her class. “Some were very good. Others.... well, we have a long year ahead of us. “She sighed. “As I usually do, I’d like to read some of those I found interesting. We can discuss some of the themes and literary devices before we jump into serious study.” The class groaned in mild opposition, but she just had to know who wrote this dirty, dirty thing.

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“Here’s one I found particularly interesting.” Her fingers clenched tighter on the paper. She still blushed when saying things, such as were typed out in front of her. Courage, though, one must show courage as a teacher. She had to know.

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She cleared her throat and read:

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“‘I dreamed I was a showgirl in Vegas, in the early sixties. The town was alive with sins of all sorts.’” She read with a flourish. “‘The Mob owned everything, of course, including me. I was beautiful in a land where mere beauty wasn’t special.

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‘Every night I bared most of my body for the sole purpose of making the guests want to gamble more. It was degrading, and I loved it.

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‘I was a toy for anyone who wanted to play with me, and could afford the price my owners set. After shows, my hotel room would be filled with flowers and propositions. Some were from starry eyes guests, but the ones that counted were from the mobsters. They would ply me with gifts and money to use my body for their lewd and self-serving purposes, and I let them. I looked forward to it, in fact, for it made me useful in a town where everyone was expendable.’” She shifted in her chair ever so lightly, and not entirely unnoticed by some in the class.

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“‘On a particular night, I had just finished my show. My naked body was sweaty and what little costume I was allowed was falling off me. I willingly stripped before all the gorgeous women I worked with and showered, pausing just long enough to share a hot kiss with a brunette with a taste for women. What the hell? My life was just one big party. Why not grab all

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I could, right?

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‘I dressed and said my goodbyes for the night. Maybe I’d see one or two of the girls again before tomorrow, but we’d be busy by then and, we all knew it.

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‘Tony, they were all named Tony, caught me at the bar. I giggled at his jokes and batted my eyelashes on cue. Soon he was promising me the moon, and talked of my future in fairy tale terms. It was all part of the game. He invited me to a party in another hotel. He said I could meet some friends of his, producers that might take me to Hollywood with them. I didn’t buy any of this crap, as usual, but it always sounded so good. He bought me a few drinks, by the terms of The Big Mob Rule Book, and we left in his car.’” She stopped there and took a breath, more to see if anyone else knew where this was going too, than anything else. It was always a dead giveaway with freshman.

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‘I spent the ride doubled over in the seat, his half inflated cock in my jaded mouth.’” She shook her head, showing the proper amount of professional disgust. “‘I worked him over like the pro I had become. He did his part and pretended to enjoy it, while driving with the precision of a jet pilot. Ever the gentlemen, he waited while I retouched my smeared lipstick before we entered The Sands. Two extremely large men showed us to a private elevator for the privileged. I winked at each as a form of tip. Tony just gave each of them cash.

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‘In the elevator, Tony insisted I strip down to my panties.’” She shifted again, and didn’t care who was watching for a second. “‘It was like playing dress ups as a kid, with just as much consequence. In this town where the Devil was king, mere nudity was a cheap commodity.’” That line still made her neck twinge, even on the fourteenth reading.

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“‘I was shown into a room full of leering eyes and groping hands. No one spoke directly to me, other than to ply me with more liquor or offer the most ignorant of advances. Men felt my body and dumped drinks in my panties, both front and back, and generally handled me like the prized cow that I was.’”

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Kathy wanted so badly to scream, “Who the hell are you? I must know!”

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”I did indeed see one of the girls from my dance troupe there. She was wearing only the feathered headdress that we had used a few weeks before. She knelt on the floor, a cock in her mouth and one in each hand, like some bawdy recreation of a crucifixion. I only felt envy for the attention she was amassing.’” The teacher in her was impressed with the vocabulary, even on the fourteenth reading.

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“It wasn’t long before some genius wanted to see me next to her. With the customary killer smile, I took my place on the floor, tossing my wet panties to the wolves waiting to be serviced. I took each load of man cum with glee, filling my empty belly with the only calories I would have today. I was in my own private glory.” ‘Speaking of private glory’, Kathy mused in the back of her mind with a smile.

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“Before the circus was over, both my colleague and I were flat on our backs, all for the taking by the men who protected Sodom and Gomorra. ‘I lost count of the number of cocks I had in my holes and soon grew numb to the mixed pain and pleasure both. It was all just a game, and I was just a pawn. I awoke the next morning in my room alone and sticky with that film of the debauchery that I loved so much. I showered for another day at the office’ ” She loved the metaphor.

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The classroom was deadly quiet as Kathy finished. She squirmed slightly in her chair again, and felt the sopping cotton of her panties against her thigh. She reminded the clock that the class should end soon with a warning look.

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“Does the author wish to identify herself?” Kathy asked, biting her lip against hope. No one moved or uttered a sound.

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There was one spark of recognition, however. A cold and intense stare made it’s way across the room, slapping Kathy in the face with its force. It sprang from the eyes of a beautiful young man, or so she thought of him on occasion. He kicked the bag of football gear at his feet, daring her to catch him. Kathy was shocked. It took several minutes for her to sort through the minefield of endless questions she knew she’d never get answers to.

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“I dreamed I was a clown in a circus,” Kathy intoned, dropping her head into the next paper. The class giggled, desperate for a distraction. Kathy bit her lip and prayed she didn’t just start something. She loved this job, and it’s perks.

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The end…