Trafficked love ch. 1

Chapter One: Get Or Die Trying She leaned up against the brick wall of the local thrift store, close to Harrisburg Pike and Mound Street. It wasn’t the best of areas, but Angel had certainly[…]

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Home alone

It’s Friday night and I’m home alone. I’ve called the three girls that I’ve been kicking it with lately. Two of the girls were going out and the other never returned my call. All my[…]

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Jenny by the river

She was just gorgeous; a mop of short curly blond hair, a very cute face with some freckles and pretty blue eyes, long tanned legs, tiny shorts that hugged her bum, and a plain T-shirt[…]

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Wine tasting

Jane and I had been lovers for two years then we broke up. It has been five years since our breakup I have seen Jane around Dallas over that time. Jane called Friday afternoon asking[…]

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Relapse

Relapse I fell off the band wagon. Ummmmm again. You could say that this was a pretty regular thing. After therapy it was worse than any other time. Maybe it was the discussion on how[…]

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Haunted house:pt ii

While waiting for word on our house offer, our lives sank quickly back into the norm. No interest in sex on Kelly’s part, but a higher sense of frustration on mine. But the events surrounding[…]

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