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      <title>Fun At The Beach</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; This story is told from the perspective of both parties involved. While it is fiction, it is a fantasy I have had for many years. This is my first attempt at a story like this, so I appreciate any feedback. Hope you enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As I took my early morning bike ride this week, I kept seeing this sexy brunette that was sunning herself on the deck of her house. As I passed by, she would wave at me, so of course I waved back. Today as I approached the house, she got up, came to the railing and called to me. I stopped the bike and rode up the driveway. She said she was having some kind of problem with her shower and wondered if I knew anything about plumbing. I said a little, and she asked if I minded taking a look. She answered the door in the skimpiest bikini I had ever seen, and invited me in. She showed me to the bathroom and said that she couldn&amp;rsquo;t get the water to turn off. It was running full force. I found the water shut-off inside a closet and turned it off there because the handle was broken on the shower faucet. She thanked me because she was afraid that her well would run dry. I said it was no problem and was glad to help. She offered me a cold drink for my trouble, and I drank it down because&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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