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      <title>Health Inspection</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Emma swore softly under her breath as the blare of the other car&amp;rsquo;s horn jerked her back to reality. She waved apologetically to the driver she&amp;rsquo;d cut off, and tried to concentrate harder on the road around her, blushing at her mistake. Not for the first time that morning she cursed the name of her boss at the Health and Safety Executive. When she&amp;rsquo;d been the most junior member of the inspection team, she&amp;rsquo;d accepted being sent on all the rotten inspection assignments as a price she had to pay to climb the ladder. But there were two other men on the team more junior than her now, and yet she was always the last to be consulted, always the one who got the inspections no-one else wanted.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Jessica Visits the 13th Floor</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&amp;rsquo;s Notes:&lt;/strong&gt; Hi folks, glad people enjoyed my previous story, this story stands on its own, but as it&amp;rsquo;s set in the same place, but you might want to &lt;a href=&#34;20220.html&#34;&gt;read the original&lt;/a&gt; for some context!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Braving the Elevator&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As she stood in the elevator, Jessica wondered if she wasn&amp;rsquo;t still a little bit drunk from last night. She was pretty sure she wouldn&amp;rsquo;t even be considering this normally. Yes, she must still be be drunk. She did have an awful lot of wine. Thankfully the painkillers were making short work of the hangover, and the unpleasant memory of the throbbing head the booze had left her with. At least she didn&amp;rsquo;t have to feel guilty about the drinking; after all everyone&amp;rsquo;s allowed a night of self-pity when they&amp;rsquo;ve just broken off a three year engagement, right?&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Payback on the Thirteenth Floor</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; Hi folks, as with the two previous stories, this story stands on its own, but as it&amp;rsquo;s set in the same place, but you might want to read the others for some context! Click on my the author name above to find them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s been way too long my old friend,&amp;rdquo; thought Alan, as he caressed the padded steel frame. It had been more than a month since he had been able to find time for a session. A combination of awkwardly timed shifts behind the hotel bar, and the hectic work leaving him over-tired meant that indulging his own passions was the last thing on his mind. After a while though, the itch to tie himself up became impossible to ignore.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>The 13th Floor</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Return to the Room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Alex flopped down onto the bed, enjoying the feel of the hotel robe against his shower-damp skin. He always felt better when he&amp;rsquo;d had a chance to wash away the feelings of a long hard day with the clients. Thankfully the law firm he worked for treated their staff well - the hotel they were putting him up in made his own apartment feel like a squat in comparison. It was one of the oldest in the city, and the whole place radiated luxury. Every staff member there treated him like visiting royalty, which made it a pleasure to return there after an over-long day in a stuffy meeting room with his corporate clients.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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