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      <title>Best Seat In The House</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Great job everyone, that was most of the blocking, and good progress on your lines,&amp;rdquo; Samantha clapped her hands in a way more fun than authoritative as she dismissed her cast. They had been hard at work since the morning and had really begun to gel, &amp;ldquo;Let&amp;rsquo;s not forget that we have the press release next weekend. Tuesday through Friday we&amp;rsquo;ve got normal rehearsal times, so please take tomorrow and Monday and get some rest.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Choking On Her Aspirations</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; I&amp;rsquo;m not an engineer, so if anyone can figure out an actual device that does what I describe, I&amp;rsquo;d definitely be interested.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jane was shy, single, and kinky. It was a perfect recipe to result in her curiosity and experimentation with self bondage.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In her adolescence she would breathlessly wait for her parents to leave on a grocery trip, or she would fake illness to avoid joining a visit to a relative&amp;rsquo;s. While alone in the house, Jane delighted in her top secret and favorite activity of binding herself with whatever materials she could get her hands on.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>When The Tables Turn: A Revenge Story</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The car&amp;rsquo;s engine went quiet and its lights shut off, plunging the small town street into silence and darkness. Detective Jessica Falwell took a deep sigh and composed herself, this was a night for which she&amp;rsquo;d prepared a long time. Opening the glove compartment, she retrieved her pistol and checked the magazine, knowing full well it didn&amp;rsquo;t magically empty on the drive over here. The car door opened and let in the cool night air, and she placed the pistol in her shoulder holster and grabbed the duffel bag from the passenger seat.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>When The Tables Turn: A Revenge Story</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; The day after submitting Part 1 I was compelled to complete the story.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The car&amp;rsquo;s engine went quiet and its lights shut off, plunging the small town street into silence and darkness. Detective Jessica Falwell took a deep sigh and composed herself, this was a night for which she&amp;rsquo;d prepared a long time. Opening the glove compartment, she retrieved her pistol and checked the magazine, knowing full well it didn&amp;rsquo;t magically empty on the drive over here. The car door opened and let in the cool night air, and she placed the pistol in her shoulder holster and grabbed the duffel bag from the passenger seat.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>When The Tables Turn: A Revenge Story</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Part 1 was submitted in November, the rest has been completed and previous parts have been edited for fuller effect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The car&amp;rsquo;s engine went quiet and its lights shut off, plunging the small town street into silence and darkness. Detective Jessica Falwell took a deep sigh and composed herself, this was a night for which she&amp;rsquo;d prepared a long time. Opening the glove compartment, she retrieved her pistol and checked the magazine, knowing full well it didn&amp;rsquo;t magically empty on the drive over here. The car door opened and let in the cool night air, and she placed the pistol in her shoulder holster and grabbed the duffel bag from the passenger seat.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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