Knocking on carol's door

C'est incroyable… Walking toward the rear entrance, I bid my adieus; I open, then shut the rear exit door, and descend the basement stairs, seeing Chad’ wife sleeping on the chesterfield I quietly enter the[…]

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Maria colima

I first met Tony Benedetto the summer before my senior year. He was very handsome in a classic angular swarthy Italian way. He was the school’s worst bad boy. Tony had a little gang everybody[…]

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The lesson

Marge said to herself as she hopped out of bed and padded off to the bathroom, "this is three nights in a row for this," while plopping her plush bottom on the toilet seat and[…]

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Patient 92 part 2

The next time she woke, it was to the mans voice, somewhere far off. She heard the door open and close and his footsteps approach her table. Like every morning in her normal life, she[…]

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