Betty's story

Chapter 1 Drat that phone! I hate it when someone just rings, & rings, & rings when I am absorbed with details for my firm’s newest sex club. Oh well, “Hello, this is Aries Talent[…]

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Ebony sucker

The phone rang at the security desk. Bill put down his newspaper and looked at the clock. It was 8:10; everyone should have been gone by now. He picked up a pencil to log the[…]

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Internet meeting

I waited nervously in the parking lot at the deli where Christina wanted to meet. I found the deli no problem and I watched very impatiently for her 1996 blue Saturn. I have never met[…]

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