My masseur

I wanted to finish the second part of the Katlin and Missy tale, since I've already outlined it and people seem to like the first part. But I couldn't get this one out of my[…]

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Two fleas

Two fleas are talking about winter migration and one's freezing its ass of. FLEA1: "I spent the whole trip in a biker's beard." FLEA2: "That's not the way you do it, what you do is[…]

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The gypsy's spell

The azure blue Mercedes that pulled into the parking space in front of the old building belonged to Mark Stanley, who made his millions in real estate. The building he was entering was one that[…]

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Colin's fault

Dean held my hand. “Come on Lex!” he whispered. “They don’t bite!” Dean’s friends had always scared me. They were all three years older, and no matter how hard I tried, they never seemed to[…]

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Bitch

Blake stepped into the empty elevator, pushed the button for the seventeenth floor, and waited for the car to begin its ascent. Just as the doors were beginning to close a hand shot between the[…]

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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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