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      <title>Amazon County</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; This is not a story about sex or orgasms. If that is what you are looking for in a story then you don&amp;rsquo;t want to waste your time here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a rainy night in May when Larry Brewster pulled into the parking lot of J.G.&amp;rsquo;s Bar and Grill on the outskirts of Tannerville. Rural America didn&amp;rsquo;t hold any favor with Larry, but with this weather he would be willing to stop for a meal - spend the night even if the rain picked up. It was a gravel lot with mud and puddles everywhere, but he managed to get inside without getting his Nikes soaked. New York to L.A. had seemed like such a good idea this morning, but getting stranded in Indiana was not what he had in mind.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Iced</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Discovery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Carrie had only been living with me for a few months when she got bumped to night shift. I could afford to support us both, but we weren&amp;rsquo;t married yet and she was more cautious about becoming dependent on me, besides the extra paycheck meant we could buy more toys. In the mean while, I found myself studying self-bondage when she wasn&amp;rsquo;t around to tie me up. There were times when I would come home to find her waiting for me to unlock her, but I was more hesitant about taking the risk of having to wait for her to get home to release me.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Stocks Without Locks</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Do you have a girlfriend?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The question caught me by surprise, but I managed to choke out a, &amp;ldquo;No,&amp;rdquo; before the woman pushed her way into my apartment.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Great, we can do each other a favor.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had moved to Richmond a little over four months previous to this and had spent more time getting used to my new job than I had getting to know the neighbors. There had been a barbecue out by the pool on the Fourth of July where I never actually spoke to her but had been told her name and I knew she lived down in 1H, but that was about it. She was shorter than average and had a little extra weight, but wore it well. She had shoulder length brown hair with red highlights and wide brown eyes. Overall, I had categorized her as cute when I first saw her. She also had a few regular visitors who looked as if they could squash me with no effort and didn&amp;rsquo;t look like her brothers, so this mutual favor agreement she had declared we were in had me a little nervous.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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