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My head was spinning. Absolutely spinning, and it wasn't just the glass of champagne. The last month, the last year even, had been a complete blur. From high school swim meets, to a generous college scholarship, to the Olympic trials, to the eight days I spent in the Athletes' Village, to the medal stand (three times), to the media circus back home, to this bathroom in the swankiest hotel in the capitol city of the state I was born in. How could so much happen to one person in so little time?

Also, how long had I been leaning on this sink, staring into the mirror? Minutes? Hours?

You can prepare your whole life to be an Olympic athlete. You can train and work for years. But nothing can prepare you for the feeling you get when they hand you the bouquet of flowers and slip that heavy gold medal around your neck and you stand there with the world watching as the anthem plays.

A stupid farm girl, barely eighteen years old, stringy red hair, more strength than sense, more freckles than actual skin, suddenly an Olympic hero.

Hero? Heroes are people who save people from burning buildings or stop wars from happening. Not people who swim back and forth in a pool. Any schmoe can do that with enough training. A real hero cures diseases or...

The bathroom door opened, and broke me out of my reverie. I wiped my eyes (after suddenly realizing I'd been about to cry), and stood up straight. The clicking of high heels on the tile floor announced the arrival of a short, middle aged woman in an impeccable business suit. It took me a while to realize that it was the Governor of our fine state. Katherine Maddox, only woman to be elected to the state's highest office.

When I did realize who it was, I stood up straight, adjusted my brand new suit jacket and made sure the fly on my brand new slacks was zipped up.

She was a petite woman, shorter than me by maybe a foot. She was skinny, her dark brown hair shone with red highlights. She saw me in the mirror as she walked toward me. As she approached the sink next to me, she winked at me and said, "How you doing, kid?"

"Fine, Madam Governor," I said, suddenly unsure if that was the right way to address a Governor. If anyone had told me, I forgot about it.

Governor Maddox turned on the faucet in the sink next to mine and ran her hands under the water, waiting for it to get warm. Her reflection smiled at me and said, "Call me Kate."

Call the Governor Kate, I thought. Sure, why not. It's not hardly the weirdest thing that's happened to me in the last month.

My impression of her was that she was nice, even though I'd only met her once, during the banquet earlier tonight. She, much better in front of the throng of cameras than I was, told the crowd how much effort and strength it takes to do what I'd done, and how proud everyone was of me, and how I was an American Hero, and so much effusive praise that I stopped listening after a while.

"Overwhelmed?" she asked. Her voice was deep, betraying the use of tobacco, although no one had ever seen her smoke a cigarette.

"You have no idea," I laughed.

She gathered some pink, fragrant hand soap in her hand and started washing her hands under the warm water.

"No," she said. "I guess I don't."

She finished washing her hands, and gathered up three or four hand towels from a pile by the sink. She leaned against the counter, looking at me, while she dried her hands off. She looked me up and down, smiling the whole time.

I didn't know what to say. The only sound in the room was the rustling of the wad of paper towels in her hands.

After a long moment, she disposed of the towels in a little hole cut in the countertop. She paused for just a moment, and then said, "I'm going to grab your pussy now. Don't scream or anything, okay?"

I only had time to squeak out of the back of my throat before she reached out and did just that. Her warm hand moved toward my crotch, and settled on it, cupping me. She held me for a long moment, and now the only sound in the bathroom was the sound of my clipped and irregular breathing.

It wasn't the first time I'd been touched down there. I had a couple of boyfriends when I was in high school, both of which I let go all the way. I tried to recall if I'd ever had feelings for a woman before, ever had fantasies about myself being with one, and couldn't remember if I had. But when the Governor of your state grabs your pussy, it's hard to know how to react.

"Is this okay?" she asked.

I think I nodded, even though I still wasn't sure if it was.

"I've wanted to do this ever since I saw you at the Olympics," she said. Then she laughed and continued, "I have a little thing for redheads."

Her free hand crept up my body, and then around my neck. She pulled my head down, and then our lips met. Little pecks, at first, then she opened her mouth, and I opened mine and our tongues met while she continued to massage my pussy which was already getting wet.

I don't know how long that kiss went on for, but it ended when I realized that we were in a public bathroom and anyone could walk in at any moment. I broke the kiss and looked toward the door, but the Governor's (Kate's) hand grabbed my chin and pulled it back toward her.

"Security guards at the door. No one is going to come in here. It's just you and me."

Then, we were kissing again. I moaned as her fingers worked at me. I could feel her trying to find my clit, which couldn't have been easy through the nice slacks I was wearing.

"What about your husband?" I asked. He was a dashing man with a killer smile and perfect Just For Men hair. A lawyer or something.

"You want him to join us?" she asked. "I guess that's okay, but I was kind of hoping it would just be you and me."

"No, I mean..." the sentence went unfinished as she found my breast and started pinching my nipple.

"I have a room upstairs," the Governor said. "I would love to eat your pussy."

I could only breathe ragged, short breaths.

"How does that feel?" she continued. "To know that the Governor of your state wants to eat your pussy out?"

Again, I didn't have an answer. In my mind, I couldn't help thinking that this was some kind of hallucination, some kind of dream. I was still in high school, and I'd never seen a pool before in my life, and this was some kind of weird dream I was having. The whole last year had been a very vivid, very powerful dream.

"I have a strapon too," she said. "I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

My brain decided suddenly that if it was a dream, it didn't want the dream to end.

"Okay," I said.

And suddenly, it was over. Her hand left my breast, her other hand left my pussy, and she was walking away from me. She paused before she reached the door to the bathroom.

"Room 1206," she said. "Wait ten minutes, then take the elevator up." Punctuating her sentence, she brought her hand up to her face, and breathed in deeply. "I can't wait," she added, and stepped out of the room.

And just like that, I was alone again. I robotically washed my hands, and robotically walked out of the bathroom. I robotically walked through the ballroom. Someone from the press asked me a question and I robotically answered. I found my parents somehow. My dad was talking to a reporter, and my mom was clinging on to his arm, smiling like she'd just won the lottery. They found me and pulled me in, and it was the photo op of the century for some of these people.

Incidentally, in the photo on the front page of the newspaper the next morning, it's my father on one side of me, my mom on the other, and in the middle, it's me, and that look on my face is me thinking about having lesbian sex with the Governor of our state. You can't see it, but my pussy is still wet from when she touched me.

After the photo op died down, I told my Mom that I wasn't feeling very well and wanted to go up to my room. My dad had splurged for two rooms for this event, rather than make the two hour drive back home afterward. She asked if I was okay, and I said something about being overwhelmed with all this and just wanting to be alone for a while and then I'd come back down. She looked worried, but she understood. I asked her to make my apologies to the press, and stumbled away from the scene.

It had to have been ten minutes, I thought to myself, as I walked toward the elevator.

In the elevator, I tried to make sense of the whole situation, but I couldn't. My brain just wasn't working.

The Governor wants to eat my pussy. Add that to the list of weirdness in my life lately. The female Governor of our great state wants to eat my pussy and fuck me like I've never been fucked before. With a strap on dildo. There was no way this was real life.

The elevator dinged when it got to the twelfth floor, and the doors slid open, revealing a huge black man in a dour black suit. He looked at me once, and then pointed to his left, moving out of my way.

I floated down the hallway, reading the numbers on the doors. This high up, there weren't as many doors as on the floor my parents and I were on. I found 1206 and knocked quietly.

The door opened, and there was the Governor. The nice business suit was gone, replaced by a satiny purple chemise decorated with black lace around the hem and on the cups. I could see her nipples through the lacy fabric, and noted for the first time how large her breasts were. I also noted that the front of her chemise was bulged out a little. I was just about to wonder why, when I saw the tip of the black dildo hanging down between her legs.

"Come in," she said. I did, and she closed the door behind me.

Once the door was shut, we fell into each others arms again, and into a deep kiss. It didn't last long though, because she broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, "I have something for you in the bathroom."

I smiled at her, and then walked toward the bathroom. I entered and closed the door behind me.

Hanging from the shower curtain rod was a blue Speedo swimsuit, exactly the kind I'd worn at the Olympics. It had the vertical blue stripes, it had the USA in red white and blue on the front, it was official. The same outfit all the girls on my team had worn that year.

I unbuttoned my blouse and stepped out of my slacks, the whole time thinking, the Governor wants to fuck me in my Olympic swimming suit. I could only laugh at the situation.

I slipped the thing on, bringing the straps up and over my shoulders, adjusting my breasts inside. I looked at myself in the mirror, and took a mental picture of myself, wanting to remember this moment for the rest of my life.

Emerging from the bathroom, I found the Governor standing in the middle of the room, holding two glasses of champagne.

"There she is," she said. "Let me look at you."

I posed for her, putting my arms above my head like a fashion model. I turned around and gave her a good look at my backside. I could feel her eyes on me, following my curves, lingering at my legs and my butt.

"Now come here," she said. I slunk towards her, and she handed me a glass of champagne. We drank together, in the quiet room.

"You're so fucking beautiful," she said, putting her free hand on my hip. "Do you know that?"

"Thanks," I said.

"I bet the whole world wants to fuck you."

I blushed and looked away.

"I'm serious," she said, moving her hand up and down the smooth fabric of my suit. "You're going to get calls from Hefner wanting to put you in his magazine. Weird-os on the internet are going to photoshop your face onto porn stars' bodies. You're going to see some sick shit with your face on it in the coming months. It's part of the price of fame."

She walked around me while she talked, and her fingers never left my body.

And then, she was pushing me towards the bed. I sat down and the Governor knelt in front of me. She pushed my legs apart, and stared kissing my thighs. I watched her, propping myself up on my elbows. Her face moved slowly up my legs to my crotch. I could feel her warm lips on my pussy. I could feel the oscillations of her breath on me.

"So this is what an Olympic hero's pussy smells like," she said. "I always wondered."

Her tongue flashed out and licked me, through the material. Up and down, forward and back. As far up as my navel, as far down as my butt hole.

Then, she pulled the fabric aside, and started tonguing me for real. She spent a lot of time on my clit, coaxing it out of its hiding place. She put a finger inside of me while she sucked, and then another.

By now, I was on my back, my legs spread as wide as they could go. I was breathing heavily and barely able to contain myself. The sensations were so heavy. None of the boys I'd been with in high school had ever even attempted to go down on me. It was incredible being under the ministrations of someone who knew what she was doing. I had my first orgasm there, on that bed, with the Governor's face moving in my crotch.

When the orgasm passed, I pulled the Governor up to me, kissing her deeply. I could taste myself on her face, in her mouth, on her tongue. It was so erotic, I could barely contain my ecstasy.

I pulled her purple chemise off, freeing her large breasts. I kneaded and massaged them for a while, pinching her nipples and squeezing the soft flesh.

It was then I noticed that she was aiming her black dildo at my crotch.

"Fuck me, Kate," I said. "Fuck me hard."

She found my opening, and the dildo slipped in easily. I gasped as it entered me. I felt her hands on my shoulders, slipping my suit down. I felt her mouth on my naked breasts while the dildo moved in and out of me.

"Fuck me," I kept saying. "Fuck me, Kate."

She complied. Her body writhed against mine, thrusting now hard and forceful, now soft and gentle.

Again, I felt the orgasms rising. They washed over me like waves on a beach during a hurricane. I screamed as I came. The feeling was indescribable.

We lay there, on our backs, trying to catch our breaths. I saw the black dildo pointing toward the ceiling, and I got an idea. "Take that thing out," I said, pointing at the dildo.

She did, maneuvering herself around so she could take the dildo out, while keeping her harness on. When it was free, I put it in my mouth to moisten it up, and so I could taste myself again.

The Governor rolled onto her side and brought her legs up. I found her opening with the tip of the dildo, and slowly pushed it inside of her. She moaned as I fucked her, as I pushed her legs apart and sucked on her clit, as I bit her nipples and licked her neck. She reached behind herself and slipped a finger into her butt hole while I worked on her

She came hard, and her fingernails broke the skin on my back as she clenched at me.

We lay there, gasping for breath. Every now and then, reaching over for a kiss.

"Thanks," I said. "I needed that."

"You looked like you did," she said. She fingered a strand of my red hair and said, "You should get back downstairs. Your public is waiting."

"Fuck them," I said. "I want to stay here with you."

"Now, now," she scolded. "There will be plenty of time for that. Right now, you need to go back downstairs and give them what the hero they want."

"I'm not a hero," I said, "I just swim faster than most people."

"Don't contradict your Governor," she said. "It's not polite. Besides, you are a hero. You're a symbol to all those millions of people out there that anyone from anywhere can do anything. Even if that's not anywhere close to the actual truth, people need to hear it."

"I don't know if I can do it," I said, suddenly realizing that I'd admitted to someone how heavy a toll this was taking on me.

"Yes, you can," she said. "You just won three Olympic gold medals against the best athletes in the world. If you can handle that pressure, you can handle the press. They're all just a bunch of trained monkeys anyway. You say some stupid shit about how you never gave up hope and just wanted to do the best you could for your country, and you smile for the cameras, and you look beautiful and young and fresh. Then you move on with your life, and think what you're going to do in four more years."

I nodded.

I lay there for a few more minutes, and then, I was in the bathroom, putting my clothes back on. And then, I was kissing her goodbye, and then, I was walking down the hallway back toward the elevator.

And then, I was Miss American Olympic Hero again for another couple of hours.

And then, like Kate said, in a few weeks, the interest subsided, and I was back in the pool, swimming laps again.

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This is due to the fact that the entire neighborhood is terrified by my husband. He is a city cop, and an intimidating one at that. We fell in love in college, when he was the star linebacker of our small, local college. At 6’4’’ 225 pounds, he still looks like he could hold his own against professional football players. He could have gone pro if he really had the desire to, but all his life he wanted to be a cop, just like my father-in-law. And the same aggression he used to use to bring...

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My sons hero

Introduction: A wife does something she never imagined she would, and it only gets worse from there. I was just taking the brownies out of the oven that I had made for my son, Kyle, when I heard a knock at the door. This caught me by surprise, since we get so few visitors to the house. This is due to the fact that the entire neighborhood is terrified by my husband. He is a city cop, and an intimidating one at that. We fell in love in college, when he was the star linebacker of our small, local...

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Gary My Hero

Gary My HeroA work of fictionIt was getting late, it had started to rain. Rose Tyler normally walked the long way round to her home, but tonight of all nights, she chose to take the shortcut across the common. A sixty one year old widow, she rarely stayed out late, but tonight she had been visiting a sick friend and had lost track of the time. So it was well after ten thirty when she started the short walk through the dark area known locally as the Common.The two men, stood behind one of the...

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Helping A Hero

He was exhausted, sweaty, gritty, and dirty. It had been a long tough fight and even though he had done his very best, he felt guilty and helpless.The call came in as a simple house fire. The kind he had been to a thousand times before. And like every other time, he had jumped out of bed, scrambled to get dressed, and get on the truck as fast as possible. But he wasn't as young as he used to be and he could feel the toll the years had taken on him. He was still in decent shape, he thought. He...

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SRU The Football Hero

SRU -- The Football Hero By Ellie Dauber (c) 2001 "Mall Security, Sam Crawford speaking." "Sam, this is Al Dehner at Rite Aide. I've got a crazy man screaming in my story." Al's voice was quivering, a sure sign the man was nervous. In the background, Sam could ear what sounded like someone shouting, though he couldn't make out any words. "On my way," Sam said. The Rite Aide was only about six stores away from the corner where the Security Office was located. Sam...

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Working Class Hero

"A working class hero is something to be... ... If you want to be a hero, well just follow me." John Lennon Johnny McMullen stared at the piece of paper in his hands, and felt a cold sweat break out all over his body, despite the unseasonably warm late-winter day. It had come out of a sealed envelope with his name on it that had been placed under the windshield wiper of his pickup truck, which had been parked in the lot at the foundry where he worked as a master machinist. As he read...

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Hero

Kevin had never had much luck with girls. To begin with, he was terribly shy. He seemed to freeze up when talking to attractive girls. He was okay in his dealings with his mom and his female teachers, but that was different. There was no physical attraction. His paralyzing shyness only seemed to affect him when he tried to speak with members of the opposite sex to which he was attracted. Being a young man of 18, he was attracted to a lot of girls. Since he didn't know what steps to take to be...

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Bikini Beach Heroes

Bikini Beach - Heroes ElrodW A veteran, who's considered a hero, is tired and feels broken, because his injuries left him crippled and less than a man. When Anya offers him a pass to Bikini Beach, the hero has to decide if he's better as a broken hero, or a whole woman. ********** This story is copyright by the author. It is protected by licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial- ...

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Hayden Panettieres Hero

16th January, 2007 I’d just completed a tour in Iraq serving in the Marine Corp. I arrived at the airport and made my way home. The cooler weather blasted me, used to the warm heat of the Middle East. Grabbing a cab, I instructed him to my home. Having little personal belongings I hauled them into the trunk and sat quietly as the driver babbled incessantly. Getting home, I found an envelope on the kitchen desk with a small box beneath it. Opening up the envelope I noticed the handwriting...

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Hayden Panettieres Hero

16th January, 2007 I’d just completed a tour in Iraq serving in the Marine Corp. I arrived at the airport and made my way home. The cooler weather blasted me, used to the warm heat of the Middle East. Grabbing a cab, I instructed him to my home. Having little personal belongings I hauled them into the trunk and sat quietly as the driver babbled incessantly. Getting home, I found an envelope on the kitchen desk with a small box beneath it. Opening up the envelope I noticed the handwriting...

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Hayden Panettieres Hero

16th January, 2007I’d just completed a tour in Iraq serving in the Marine Corp. I arrived at the airport and made my way home. The cooler weather blasted me, used to the warm heat of the Middle East. Grabbing a cab, I instructed him to my home. Having little personal belongings I hauled them into the trunk and sat quietly as the driver babbled incessantly. Getting home, I found an envelope on the kitchen desk with a small box beneath it. Opening up the envelope I noticed the handwriting...

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Ordinary Heroes

For those who suffered through the bad editing of the first submission I apologize. I owe a great deal of thanks to xtchr for agreeing to edit the story. All the characters and scenario’s are fictitious. The dangers and emotional harm are very real for those in the professions of the story. Seeing the harm done to critical care providers, and one in particular, prompted me to write the story so I am pleased that with xtchr’s help the tale reads as it should. Copyright 2014 * Ian Cameron...

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Music of Change 3 We Could Be Heroes

Music of Change: We Could Be Heroes By Valerie Hope I, I will be king And you, you will be queen Though nothing, nothing will drive them away We can beat them - just for one day We can be us - just for one day I, I can remember Standing by the wall And the guns, shot above our heads And we kissed, as though nothing could fall And the shame was on the other side Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever Then we can be heroes, just for one day We can be heroes We can...

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Generic Brand Hero

Generic Brand Hero By Sarah Barndt Chapter 1 I was, admittedly, a loser. I was a 24-year-old college dropout who worked at a video store and lived in my parent's basement. Add to that I was 5'5, scrawny and kind of weaselly looking. Well, as you could imagine, I was beating the babes off with a stick. Actually you could describe my love life by removing the words "the babes" and "with a stick" from the last sentence. The only thing that kept my Dad from thinking I was a...

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Earths CoreChapter 4 Shelter Of Heroes

After wishing good luck to the participants, Archbishop Silternja sat in his middle seat, at the left end seat sat Cardinal Northstar, His Young Eminence sat in the other middle seat and Sister Iaura at the right end seat. Priest announcer Armin exited the arena, leaving only the one thousand and three participants inside. “Thank you, Archbishop Silternja”, he said with no hint of intention to address the two youngsters sitting together with the holy Archbishop and Cardinal, as if he was...

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The Hero

Midfield Wisconsin, a medium-sized city by Midwestern standards, lies perched high above the shores of Lake Michigan. A long Coast Guard pier juts one mile out into the lake, slants sharply to the south then out for another quarter mile. This structure helps form a channel creating one of the best harbors on the lake, from which a fleet of commercial fishing boats goes forth each morning, accompanied by hundreds of swirling, squawking gulls. Huge merchant ships come and go, supplying coal and...

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Someones Hero

In an age of time when the destruction of modern civilization slowly descends upon us we must look to a future when someone, anyone will rise up and take the reigns so long ago dropped and lift us back to our rightful path. This at least was the thoughts and the most constant staple of Professor Damien’s lectures. He knew that the inner cities were going to hell and also that his student ratio had jumped by 60% over the last few years. At the ripe age of 45 he was still younger than the larger...

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Harold Plays The Hero

Copyright Oggbashan June 2001/July 2002 Minor revisions July 2015. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary, the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. None of this story has any relevance to a historical India. It is a fiction based in a mythical country which is one character’s imagination of what India might seem to...

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Christmas Hero

I wrote this story shortly after Christmas of 2102. It is a work of fiction. Names, places and events are a product of my imagination. I hope you enjoy it for what it is. * When the IED exploded eight Marines of Lieutenant Karl Richart Schmidt’s platoon lay wounded and exposed to sniper fire from a group of insurgents hiding in the village. Schmidt’s instincts told him to remain hidden behind the low stone wall which the remainder of his men had taken cover. Then his training kicked in....

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Comic Hero

Growing up as a kid, I was mesmerized by Popeye, The Sailor Man. It was a collection of my grandfather’s comic books that I had inherited. It was a ridiculous cartoon strip started in the nineteen-twenties. In it, Popeye a spinach glugging nerd constantly saves Olive Oyl, an even more absurd looking creature from the advances of a gorgeous looking, butch hunk named Bluto. Even as a child, I was unable to understand why Olive would be distressed by the machinations of the uber-masculine Bluto,...

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The Holy Virgin Hero

Your name, is Fuckin' Savior Of The Land, Bitch. If this name is strange to you, then either get used to it or change it via the options over there in the right side. ---> The world you live in, is called Aria, named after the humble, noble, generous, incorruptible Queen Aria, founder and first ruler of this beautiful land before leaving behind a line of descendants to take her place. In this world, magic is real. Wizards, wands, witchcraft, mythological monsters, they're all real. Currently,...

Fantasy
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Adventurs as a Super Hero

your name is John Doe you were in An accident in a laboratory resulted in you gaining amazing skills and strengths - but also means that a secret government organisation is out to kill you! You must keep your identity hidden to the public, whilst also be using your powers for good! your superpowers are Super-Strength - Your powers mean you're now the strongest person alive, able to hurl cars at fleeing bad guys, knock over buildings with your bare hands, and accidentally wrench doors off their...

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Hero

You glanced around - it was an eerie night, with the full moon glowing brightly in the sky and shadows being lengthened to pull off a more frightening look than they usually would have. You gritted your teeth, and kept moving, though your body was tensed - this wasn't a good part of town, and you knew that because you were a guy, you would probably be beat up at the first opportunity. If you let them, of course - you were strong, standing at a good 6 feet, and though you weren't exactly...

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Harold Plays The Hero

Copyright Oggbashan June 2001/July 2002 Minor revisions July 2015. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.None of this story has any relevance to a historical India. It is a fiction based in a mythical country which is one character's imagination of what India might seem to be...

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Indian widow Mothers Hero

Madhav had been away at college for nine months, as it was his final year of engineering education at IIT Delhi. During this time, his mother used to call him almost daily on his Reliance mobile phone. Madhav has become very close to his mother Sarita after the death of his father. Her phone calls were full of love and longing to meet him and glowing expectations about his final results.Now as he was returning home with good marks and a placement with a leading technology firm in their R&D...

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My Hero

My Hero By Anon Allsop I slowly strolled by the dress shops, momentarily gazing into the windows and looking at the new styles from New York. I caught sight of my reflection in the window, auburn hair askew and lightly floating in the gentle breeze. I straightened my light jacket and continued to walk down the sidewalk. "How'd you like to wrap those long legs around me honey?" I glanced up, a man in a white tank had settled in beside me. He was grinning like a hungry wolf....

Humor
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Hero

Hero (Sorry for the spelling and grammar mistakes. I am not perfect. Most readers have patience; others think the story sucks if there are mistakes. I do try though Hello everyone. I am so happy that my story will be on this site. It's not a story about me finding out there was a girl living in my boy's body, and it's not a story about some girl or woman making me their slave. It's not a story about me finding a boyfriend and being his girlfriend. This is my story where I tell the...

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Sarah Carerra 236 My Hero

Please email me at AngelJediGirl (at) gmail (dot) com before posting this story to any other site. Posting to a pay site is prohibited. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address. --- Sarah Carerra By Megan Campbell (Released: May 16, 2011) Chapter 36 - My Hero I woke up on Sunday with a smile on my face. Yesterday had been one of the best days of my life. I'd spent a lot of time with Mom over the years, but never had it been as fun as yesterday...

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Hail the Conquering Hero

Hail the Conquering Hero By Carol Collins John Thompson's plane arrived at his hometown airport in the middle of the night. He had planned on being home the previous afternoon, but a missed connection had caused him to be delayed by several hours. He placed his duffel bag on the sidewalk beside him and decided how he was going to handle the situation. John was returning from another one of those small wars that the...

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South of Bikini 2 Out of the fire a new hero

Continuing her mission to 1945 Poland, Alex must find a way to safely secret the Meridian Spacecraft and her team out of the heavily defended Wonderwerks facility and preserve the precious timeline. Will she be able to rescue the hundreds of lost souls locked away in the Wenceslas Mine? Can Alex rescue one very lost, very confused soul in particular? South of Bikini: Onward Episode 6 ...

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