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Midnight. The Rutting Season. Winter came early to the pine forest of Tannochbrae. Snow fluttered down in heavy flakes, white poppy petals on an alien Remembrance Day. Cascading in swirls borne on the chill wind before settling on a blank canvas that stretched between her window and an electrified perimeter fence. Blanketing the flat rooftop of the institution in a shroud of secrecy. Every so often, Toy would hear a loud crack as a bough bowed, bent, then snapped under the weight of it. Clumps of snow tumbling down, forming mounds, filled with the souls of those who lay so deep. There were eight mounds inside the fence, mounted with inconspicuous little red crosses like Christmas decorations. Testimonials to their earlier efforts. Failed experiments. She thought of her parent’s grey-stone cottage on the outskirts of …

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As a poor Filipina working in Japan, I didn’t have many allies I could count on. The Japanese are polite people but are suspicious and cautious around those from the outside world. Japan, was an isolated island nation for thousands of years, and not that long ago opened up to civilizations beyond its beautiful shores. I understood this going into the situation I was putting myself in. That I’d be an island drifting among a nation whose welcome was more calculated than hospitable. So when I met this lovely and eccentric Japanese girl named Miwa, I felt very fortunate for that opportunity. Miwa was an extremely wealthy girl. Her family came from the top one percent of the Japanese population. Saying she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth didn’t express how truly …

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Neither of us had slept with a man before. Until last night, when I finally gave in to Rick’s ongoing flirtations, and we both experienced the glories of another man’s body for the first time. Waking up Saturday morning, a little drowsy from a long night of mutual sexperimentation, not to mention a bit sticky from a middle-of-the-night play session, we found the sun a couple of hours above the horizon. We had a deck to build this weekend! Better get moving. We hurriedly slipped on clothes, grabbed some energy bars for a quick breakfast, and headed to the backyard to start cutting and fastening the joists to the posts we’d sunk the previous weekend. We stayed focused on our work through the morning. I think we both would like to have talked more about …

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Chantal strutted onto the patio, glided down the stone steps, threw her lady-bundle onto the sun lounger, and faced the camera. The sun lit up her burnt sienna hair, accentuating her crème caramel extensions. She raised her arms and clawed at her shocking mane. A stray kiss-curl brushed her lips. Raising her brows, fluttering her lashes, she let an arm hang around the full curve of her bum, her slim fingers scratching the backs of her greatest assets, her faintly tanned thighs. Chantal was modelling sexy lingerie: a soft white lacy bra, and a crotch-hugging pair of soft panties fringed with delicate lacy bits, classic rhubarb stilettoes. She purred like a contented cat as she stripped naked. ‘What do you think, Dani, good?’ ‘Very good, Chantal. Can you just turn to face me? That’s it. …

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Helluva dream. I was working on a project to rehab old houses for the needy. Over the past few weeks, we gutted the inside, fixed some plumbing and electrical problems, and replaced fixtures. Now, this weekend, I’d been asked to take charge of tearing down and rebuilding the small rotting deck in the back. By late morning, my team – myself, another guy, and two women – had demolished the old deck and hauled the debris to the curb. We had just sunk the new posts and started to cut joists when a window opened on the house next door. “Would you mind holding down the racket out there?” Hold it down? Did she think we had a volume control on our table saw? Always best to use the diplomatic approach first. “Sorry, ma’am, we …

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I break into a full sweat and stream with aguish fever. I climb out of bed, draw my curtain and stare across the street. The war girl with the breast-length flowing black hair and huge breasts is propped hard against a pebbledash wall, dressed to kill in her fake fur bolero, wide-mesh fishnet tights, six-inch stilettoes, little else, smoking a fag. Since the steepest rise in fuel, heating, food, drink, and lifestyle costs, flocks of single mother émigrés from occupied war zones, gather on the council estate, street corners, ravishing ravens in soiled plumages pestering passing men and women for meaty morsels to feed their starving broods. An elderly tenant complained to the council who promised to get ’round to cleaning up the streets, ridding the paths of vagrant sluts as soon as they deal …

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In February 2009, I lost my job in the home lending industry. Due to the recent passing of my dear Aunt Deb, however, my financial situation was not immediately dire. With banks and home prices both collapsing, I saw no point sitting around burning cash in search of a job that wouldn’t materialize, resolving instead to slash my expenses and stretch Deb’s $23,000 lifetime savings into a lifetime experience honoring her memory. My newish car sold, my stuff in storage and my landlord given notice, my bike joined me on a flight to Albuquerque. I would tour the Great Divide Route, a course of gravel roads stretching 2700 miles from Antelope Wells on the Mexican border up to Banff in Canada. For six months, my only worries would be the immediate bodily needs of living …

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