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Jack was desperate! He was down to his last c-note, and with no real job prospects, he was starting to get the feeling that he wasn’t long for his apartment and would soon be out on the street. Every day he walked to the library and poured over the classified ads looking for a job. It was becoming increasingly apparent that he probably would have to take a menial service job at a fast food restaurant. “Christ,” he thought to himself, “here he was a recent college graduate, and unable to find a job in his chosen field!” As he continued to scan the want ads, his eye suddenly caught and intriguing looking ad in the “entertainment wanted”, listings. It read, “Need Well Built Young Men To Perform For Female Stag Parties! High pay, steady work! Call Jill at 555-1313 from 8 to 4.” The key phrase was “high pay”, and Jack could certainly use a little bit of that!
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Mitchell Crawford looked over the room and decided immediately that this would do just fine! For eighty dollars a week he got a nice place to stay plus breakfast and supper, not bad at all! His new land lady, Mrs. Anna Williamson, seemed like a very nice person, who he guessed was in her mid fifties. In their short conversation, he had learned that the big house was left to her by her late husband who had died several years earlier. With its rambling upstairs and plethora of bedrooms, Mrs. Williamson rented several of them out to help make ends meet. Mitch was the first male she had ever rented to, but she said that she was usually pretty good at first impressions, and she an instant liking to the young insurance salesman.
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It was late, way after midnight, and Dr. Holden Knight was attempting to be quiet so as not to wake up his wife as he undressed getting ready for bed. The moonlight streamed through the open window and cast a yellow glow upon the face of Miranda, his wife of ten years. Looking at her sleeping quietly, Holden couldn’t help but think that he was the luckiest man on earth!!! Ten years ago, when he was forty one, a bright, beautiful coed took an unaccustomed interest in an older man, and as they say the rest is history! A whirlwind romance of six months, and Professor Holden Knight and Miranda Walker were wed on a sunny Saturday afternoon in the University Chapel.
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Afton groaned and rolled over trying to ignore the insistent buzzing of her snooze alarm. She glanced at the clock one more time, just to make sure that it really was seven o’clock, but the red glowing digits on the night stand indicated that now it was seven-o-two and counting! She stretched out, trying to get the circulation moving through her body, and felt her white cotton bikini panties pressing hard against her bulging vulva. The mere pressure from the thin material was enough to flood her vagina with pussy juice, causing her to automatically slip her hand inside her undies and begin massaging her now throbbing clitoris. She sighed contentedly while her left middle finger flicked back and forth across the now erect little sex organ, while her right hand cupped one of her full breasts, occasionally twisting a distended nipple between her thumb and index finger.
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Connie Eubanks was feeling a little low that morning, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get into her job, and constantly had to remind herself to get back to work! Even while taking phone calls, her mind would wander and she had to ask several clients to repeat what they had just said because she wasn’t paying any attention! At about 11:15 her phone rang and it was her best friend Millie calling to see if they could have lunch together. “Sure Mil,” Connie replied, “why not, I’ll meet you by the elevators in five minutes.” When they hit the lobby Millie asked where Connie wanted to go for lunch. Connie thought about it for a second and replied, “Ya know Mil, I’m feeling a little blue this morning, so what I’d really like to do is go for a quick shave if that’s all right with you!?!” Millie laughed and answered quickly, “Fine by me, let’s go!”
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Vienna, Austria, 1944. Ilsa Hoffmeyer knew instinctively that she was in deep trouble. The two men in leather black trench coats had been following her for the better part of two hours now, “They must be Gestapo,” she thought to herself!!! She ducked into a small cafe, hoping to find her way out the back into the alley, but her path was blocked by a bunch of old crates up against the rear door, and as she turned around she was standing face to face with her pursuers, two Gestapo agents of Hitler’s Third Reich! “Fraulein Hoffmeyer, finally we meet in person,” one of the agents offered, “unfortunately for you, it will be a rather unpleasant experience, shall we go now, please!?!”
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It was the first time the twins had made to their aunt’s house in over four years, and not since they were ten years old had they been back to Omaha to visit Aunt Meg, their mother’s older sister. The train ride had been a real adventure for the two eighteen year olds, since it was the first time they had ever traveled anywhere without their parents! Both Zack and Zoey had been a little nervous at the thought of traveling a thousand miles by themselves, but their fears quickly dissipated as they settled down in their seats and watched the scenery flash by the large window. Before they pulled out of the station their mother had admonished them to stay in their seats, but it didn’t take long after the train was barreling down the tracks that they were exploring every square inch of their new “playground”!
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Barbara Walker hurried up the steps of Central High, flung open the front door, and proceeded directly to the principal’s office. She was greeted with a hearty good morning from Mrs. Bruner, the front desk supervisor and receptionist for Principal Bradley. “What have I got today,” asked Barbara, hoping that it wouldn’t be another math class?!? “Ah, let me see,” replied Mrs. Bruner, as she scanned a list of absent teachers, “yes, here it is, you sub for Matt Kearny in English Literature, room 231!” “Thanks,” Barbara answered gratefully, “at least it’s not math!” Barbara climbed the single flight of stairs to the second floor and found room 231 down the hall and to the right. When she entered the classroom, most of the students were already there, mostly milling around and exchanging small talk with each other.
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