Moving blues

I have always hated moving, especially given that I had spent most of my life doing it every couple of years. I had lost count of how many times in my 32 years that I[…]

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A nooner

I get a text message. Time, place and room number are all the information I have been provided. I follow the directions, apprehensively, yet trusting at the same time – mindful of the time restraints,[…]

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Two boys in a storm

Daniel sighed as he began his short walk home. On the outside, he was just average 18 year old, brown eyes, naturally black hair, average height, and some slight muscle definition that showed he had[…]

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Psycho-bitch!

Copyright 2001 by FK Publications “ What the fuck’s this?” “It’s your cut…the seventy five percent you always take!” “ You mean to tell me that’s all you can that ass of yours is worth[…]

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