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"So that's it?" Erin asked as she leaned into the passenger side window of my old car. "What do you mean?" I asked back. "You tell me weeks ago that you still have feelings for me. We flirt back and forth since then and made plans for tonight. And after all that, you were a perfect gentleman. You didn't make a pass at me. You didn't kiss me. You didn't force me into the bathroom for a quick

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Laura enjoyed accompanying her husband, Arthur, to the remote Rocky Island cabin for his bird field studies. The cabin sat on the edge of a spruce forest above a beach on a small island far off the coast of Alaska. Arthur spent the day with his spotting scope off in the blind, counting birds. As a kindergarten teacher, Laura had the whole summer off. For weeks at the cabin she had every day

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The evening was warm and sultry as we drove along the country road in search of the perfect spot to watch the sun set. We came across a field covered in wild flowers just at the base of some low laying hills. It was perfect. We stopped the car and you went to the back seat and took out the blanket and a small picnic basket that were there. You walked over to me and took my hand as we walked the

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It was a hot Saturday afternoon when our friend Steve stopped by to say hello and have a beer or two. Steve is a cable guy and on this afternoon he was in desperate need of an ice-cold beer. My wife Jolene was wearing a short pink, loose fitting, Frederick's sundress with no panties covering her sweet trimmed pussy. The dress buttoned up the front and the first couple of buttons were undone

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After a long hard day at work I fall into bed. It is so soft and comfortable. I am exhausted. I enjoy your scent on the pillow as I sink into oblivion. Darkness engulfs me and my body relaxes, deep in slumber. I ease into a dream, feeling my body mentally flounder in gray mist. Peace and not peace war in my subconscious mind. Yesterdays and tomorrow incite me to keep viewing, tweaking my

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"We" started with a drunken phone call on December 27th, 2003. Christmas of 2003 had been a rough time for me for many reasons (which I won't go into here). I was going through a time when I just wanted to stay in bed and wallow in self-pity, and believe me, I did it well. After awhile the phone stopped ringing and the "festive" invitations stopped coming. No one wanted the "dark cloud" to rain

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