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      <title>Heather</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;_&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; _This is the first part of a multi part story. It might be a slow at first since this is the background.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;**If you have comments or suggestions please email &lt;a href=&#34;mailto:michelle.wong330@yahoo.com&#34;&gt;michelle.wong330@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;.*&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1 – The Background&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What&amp;rsquo;s my schedule this afternoon?&amp;rdquo; Exiting the elevator walking to her office, Heather asked her assistant Jennifer. Trying to balance two cups of coffee while retrieving her PDA, Jennifer managed to give a reply before they arrived at Heather&amp;rsquo;s office. &amp;ldquo;There&amp;rsquo;s no appointment in the afternoon Miss Heather.&amp;rdquo; Opening her office door Heather entered and set her laptop on her desk, she sat in her comfortable chair and looked at Jennifer. Quietly she said, &amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t schedule anything. We&amp;rsquo;re leaving at 3 pm.&amp;rdquo; Jennifer nodded and set Heather&amp;rsquo;s coffee on the desk and exited, returning to her desk.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Michelle - The Daring Walk</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; If you have comments or suggestions please email &lt;a href=&#34;mailto:michelle.wong330@yahoo.com&#34;&gt;michelle.wong330@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As I read the email from one of my female online subs I got really excited. She is one of the local girls but we never met, due to her real life limitations. So I give her tasks through email and instant messages and she does it, then reports back to me with the details. This email is about a task I asked her to do. She gives so much details about the feelings that I am proud I gave her such a good task. But there is something else. She made it sound so good that I, even as a Domme, is considering trying it out.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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