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      <title>Glory Hole</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;It was only my third night in this sleepy little town and I had already run bored with little new to do. I had only been to our Kansas office twice in the last five years for cursory check-ins but now this branch was falling apart and they sent me in for an extended stay to clean up the mess.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The only place to stay within in a reasonable distance to the office was a second rate motel just outside of town. I had stayed here on my previous trips and it was certainly nothing extraordinary to write home about. Just a place to lay my head down each night with the sound of traffic buzzing on a busy street.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Halloween Party</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;It was October 31st and I was laying on my bed in my dorm room deciding if I wanted to do anything tonight or stay in and surf the internet. I knew there were a bunch of parties going on at the frat houses and other usual party places but I had never really gotten into Halloween and hadn&amp;rsquo;t put together a costume anyway. I could throw on a pair of jeans and a white T shirt and slick my hair back and go as a 50&amp;rsquo;s greaser but that would be lame. That is all I had. Just then my phone lit up and it was a text from Tisha. A girl I had hooked up with a handful of times this year and was always good for a little fun.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Vault of Assumed Consent</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Good morning babe! Watcha doin?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hiya Sexy! just laying in bed thinking about you.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Watcha wearing?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yes, I still have them on..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I can&amp;rsquo;t believe it! It&amp;rsquo;s been four days!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You told me not to take them off until I saw you again!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Good boy. Do you like the way they feel as much as you thought you might?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What I said was I didn&amp;rsquo;t think it was fair that girls underwear was made of sexier fabrics than boys.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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