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      <title>A Stable Mess</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Her name was Ruth, and she had a fetish.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ruth loved to be tied up, and every time she got a chance to be alone for a few hours she would figure out neat ways of binding herself up so she could get in some good struggling. She was very good at it too, and often the only way out for her was to use her escape knife, which she would hide someplace difficult to get to just to make things more challenging.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Miles</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The last light of the day was fading from the sky when Susan pulled into the small factory parking lot forty miles from her home. She had timed things rather well, considering all the stops she had made on the drive up, and for the first time that day fully realized just what she was doing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was madness, totally insane and dangerous, and if she didn’t end up arrested…or even worse, assaulted, she would be pretty surprised.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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