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The Beach 
The whole island was ours. I had been on vacation many times, and, having come from a pretty well to do family, I was familiar with going nice places on vacation, but my friends and I had the entire island, a nice little six square mile island out in the middle of the pacific. The weather could not have been nicer, either. The cruise ship we were on had dropped us off on its way elsewhere, and would be back for us a week and a half later....
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The Dark 
She was gorgeous. I had been to two other clubs like this one, which hosted the same kind of party, but this one definitely had managed to find the best looking girl for the show. I was about two rows back from the stage, a little platform lit by a bright light, not any bigger than about five feet by five feet. The rest of the room was dark. I could barely even see my own feet, it was so dark. I think this was done more for the comfort of the girl, but I was not certain. The rest of the guys in the room, watching her as she got up on the stage were wearing the same thing I was wearing. Which, in this case, was nothing!...
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The Diaries, Part 1 
Alison grew up west of the Range, among sheep, wheat and summer dust storms. She learned to drive tractors and to repair dam pumps on the farm and everything else in the small school....
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The Journalist, Part 1 
At the beginning of my career I worked on beauty pages and I learned about make-up. When I was shifted to fashion I learned to dress. Then it was the sports pages and I learned to surf, bungee jumped and joined a woman's soccer team. Rick, the editor, joked the Police Department would be unable to cope with the increased workload if he put me on the crime pages. When he moved me to homemaking I suspected the joke might also be an excuse and began looking for a new employer....
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The Journalist, Part 2 
A girl has to do what a girl has to do and when that girl is a hard-nosed journalist she has to go places and do things a more normal mortal might avoid. At least that's what I told myself....
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The Journalist, Part 4 
Suzie looked unsettled. The first fellow's come had balled like mercury as it landed across her breasts. I thought she was trying to impress her sister or, perhaps, me. She sat, her haunches upon heels, with back erect. Her hands were beside her feet, palms flat on the mat beneath her. Her eyes were closed. Her lips were pressed together, their fullness disguised. As the seed landed, she flinched. I imagined the pearled balls burning her skin....
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The Reading Group, Part 2 
I needed to change position. Being on my knees wasn't working. Across the room, 'Tash and Rita were on their knees. Craig was in front of 'Tash. I wasn't sure I liked that which was silly. Still, I didn't want to see them....
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The Reading Group, Part 3 
Even after eight years together, Cyn surprises me. We had only six months to run our contracts. We would return to the city with enough saved for a house in the 'burbs, seed money for our dream business and, maybe, some secondhand furniture. Cyn was a dedicated coffee girl, though, and I had no doubt that if it came between the furniture and funds to open her estaminet, we'd be sitting and *****ing on the floor....
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These Are Different Times 
When I started in the profession you could, if you worked even just consistently, do well enough to put a decent roof over your kid's heads and solid food in their bellies. These are different times. For that I blame the censors....
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Thinking Of Sex 
Men think of sex every six minutes; women think of sex every ovulation. Every joke has an essence of truth but, when it came to Sybil, it not quite the whole truth. When Syb thought of sex it was with an urgency neither of us could resist. She thought of it each ovulation and again two weeks later....
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