The desk

“I won’t go any lower than twelve.” I was sweating, but Mr. Johnson looked calm. He’d been calm for the whole fucking negotiation, all forty-five minutes of it. He was slouched in his black leather[…]

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Day one

Day One The women stood in a frightened line, hands duct taped behind their backs. They were hooded, gagged and naked. It was a mixture of types and ages. From a well preserved matron to[…]

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The phantom's new toy

The grey stone building stood before Cassandra rather interestingly, the mock Tudor fronting grayed to some extent by years of pollution. The black paint on the door was pealing slightly. Irony had taken its turn,[…]

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Summer storm part 1

Jamie hurry up were gonna be late!'-Sarah and Elizabeth were short with their patience. 'Do you always have to dress up so was annoyed finally while Elizabeth was fixing up her bra in the mirror.[…]

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Control

sighed Hanna Cord out loud, "the last appointment of the day!" And it had been a long day, up at six, first appointment at 7:30, drive thirty miles through heavy traffic for her ten o'clock,[…]

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