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		<title>THE GRADUATE ASSISTANT</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Jason was in deep trouble and he knew it, he was on the verge of flunking Economics 1! Jesus Christ, why did he even take this stupid course, it had absolutely nothing to do with his major, and if he didn&#8217;t get at least a passing grade, he wouldn&#8217;t graduate this spring with his class, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>THE FIRST LADY</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I&#8217;ll kill that fucking bastard,&#8221; screamed Jennifer Boyle, the wife of the President of the United States, &#8220;every fucking time I go out of town on his fucking business I have to hear stories about his incessant fucking around!!!&#8221; This wasn&#8217;t the first time that Jim Knox had heard this little tirade, and as the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>MILE HIGH CLUB</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Trent Boyd hefted his small attache&#8217; case into the over head compartment and sat down in the aisle seat and waited for the 737 to take off. Leaving the bone chilling cold of Detroit to spend a long weekend in New Orleans was enough to bring a smile to the face of any seasoned traveler! [...]]]></description>
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		<title>ST. TROPEZ</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Amber strolled down the beach, marveling at the sheer beauty of the strip of sand know around the world as St. Tropez. Made famous in the sixties by Brigitte Bardot, it now was the play ground for the idle rich of Europe. This was Amber&#8217;s second visit to the continent, but her first to the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>THE CRUISE</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Maureen O&#8217;Connell strolled leisurely down the pier, taking in all the sights and sounds that surrounded the departure of a luxury cruise ship. A native New Yorker, Mo had spent the last several days cruising South Beach and enjoying the Miami sun, and boy, this was living, the middle of February and the temperature had [...]]]></description>
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		<title>THE DEACON</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[In 1815 Virgina, the rules were hard and fast, to be obeyed without question, however, as we are about to see, not all rules are applied with equality. What is good for the goose, is not always good for the gander! John and Catherine Smith, a very religious couple, had a small farm about three [...]]]></description>
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		<title>THE LIBRARIAN</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ryan pushed the heavy cart containing at least on hundred books down the narrow library aisles, stopping occasionally to return the volumes to their proper place. To most people rummaging around a bunch of dusty books and periodicals would be a chore to be avoided at all costs, but Ryan was different, he loved feel [...]]]></description>
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		<title>THE GUIDANCE COUNCELOR</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[While Emma Jelkon sat in her office waiting for her next appointment to show up, she looked at her appointment calendar and underlined Timmy Floyd&#8217;s name in red pencil! He was scheduled for a one period meeting because his teachers had recently contacted her about his lack of interest in his classes, and being a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>THE APPOINTMENT</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Chet nervously looked at his watch for the third time in the last five minutes. What in the hell had gotten into him, was he out of his mind?!? Meeting a woman in person he has been having an on line relationship with&#8211;totally nuts! Here he was, 33 years old, a good job, married to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>BLACK &amp; WHITE #2</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 May 2006 09:25:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Jonelle sat in the dark, staring at the images flashing on her computer screen. Her finger was busy attacking her erect clit while her eyes focused on the large black cock impaling the tiny thin white girl deep inside her hairless pussy. A push of the mouse and another image jumped to the screen, this [...]]]></description>
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