Tutor abused and broken

The class sat around the table, starting into space as Kate, the tutor, droned on mechanically about international relations. Smith used this time to let his mind wonder. Wonder over to the tutor, that is.[…]

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Late in the evening

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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Mixed metaphors ix

Mixed Metaphors IX Becky awoke at 3:00am. She was having a difficult time remembering how they got to bed. The last thing she recalled was the smile on Tony’s face when he lay prostrate on[…]

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Psyche

I was barely surviving when I turned thirteen. I was nothing and no one, a street rat with no home or family. With puberty came power, only not like others. I could move things with[…]

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Surprise

I met Jasmine for the first time at the symphony reception in Hong Kong. I invited her to tour the United States making guest appearances with symphonys. As we chatted there is an obvious sexual[…]

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