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“Then go fuck yourself!” I yelled as I stormed out of the apartment and slammed the door.
I was fuming. How dare Matt accuse me of “dragging him away on holiday”? I’d done no such thing. Our holiday in France was supposed to be fun for both of us. Huh! Not likely. Matt had done nothing but complain: he didn’t like the food, the beer was too expensive, he couldn’t get a Wi-Fi connection. Whinge, whinge, whinge.
I’d had enough. The holiday had cost me an arm and a leg and I was buggered if I was going to sit around with that moaning arsehole anymore. I wanted to enjoy myself. As far as I was concerned, my relationship with Matt was over, finished. The holiday, however, wasn’t. There was still plenty of time for me to find some excitement.
I stalked off towards the bar, half expecting to hear shouting and see my suitcase and belongings come flying along the hallway behind me. But nothing so dramatic happened. All was silent. I hesitated, wondering if Matt would follow me. He didn’t, of course. Matt was as sick of our relationship as I was, so why would he stop me leaving?
My partner, Matt, and I had been together for five years but the spark had died after two. We should have ended it then but neither of us had the guts. The holiday in France was our last chance to salvage our relationship. Make or break time. Sadly it was the latter.
I swiped at the tears blurring my vision and marched resolutely down the hallway. I didn’t know where I was going but, with money in my pocket, I could stay out all night if I wanted. I could go from bar to bar drowning my sorrows. Hell, I probably would. Getting a drink was certainly a priority after the day I’d had.
Our apartment block had a restaurant on the first floor. There was a small bar attached which stayed open most of the night and offered discounted drinks to apartment residents. The discount wasn’t much but the bar had a friendly atmosphere and the bartenders were lovely. I’d got to know them quite well during the eight days I’d been there.
My favourite was Jacques. Twenty-two years old and originating from Quebec, he was working in France for the summer before embarking on a 'gap year' in Australia.
Jacques was short and stocky, not my usual type at all, but his personality shone through. Always friendly and cheerful, he had the most endearing smile. Jacques had a cheeky, cocky confidence too. He had a habit of gazing at my ass and openly complimenting me on my curvaceous figure. His highly personal comments had annoyed me at first, but I’d grown to like them. My ass was great and Jacques' open admiration for my pert derriere, however inappropriate, was most welcome. I never received such compliments from Matt.
As luck would have it, Jacques was on duty that night. He smiled warmly as I marched towards the bar but his expression changed as I got nearer.
“Oh dear Lisa, another bust-up?” he inquired cautiously.
I tried my best to smile. “Is it that obvious?”
“I can see you’ve been crying, so yes.” His big brown eyes searched mine. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I sighed. “It’s over with Matt. For real this time.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Anything I can do?”
“No. I just need to get my head straight and work out what to do next.”
“Well, the first thing you should do is have a beer,” he instructed.
“Beer?”
“Yes, you know, one of these?” He poured me a large glass of beer and pushed it towards me. “Drink this, calm down and see if things look different. It’s on me,” he added when I reached into my pocket for money.
“Thanks,” I smiled. “I knew you’d cheer me up. Can I get a chaser with it?”
Jacques grinned. “Planning to get drunk are you?”
I nodded.
“Look, Lisa, I’m off shift at ten. We can talk if you like?”
I shook my head. “I’m not good company tonight.”
“You’re always good company,” he smiled. “If it’s any consolation, he’s wasn’t right for you.”
“Oh? What makes you say that?” I asked stiffly.
Jacques' eyes twinkled. “The fights, the tears, the arguments…”
“Yeah, yeah, okay.”
“No, seriously. Five years together and you’re not married, not even engaged? One of you doesn’t want to commit.”
I knew that was true. I sighed. “He’s a nice bloke really.”
“Nice? Ugh! I wouldn’t want to be described as nice.”
I snorted and leered at Jacques. “Don’t worry, you’re not nice, you’re gorgeous.”
“Am I?”
“Shit! I said that out loud didn’t I?” I stammered, slapping my hand over my mouth. “What I meant to say was you’re gorgeous to most women…”
“Uh-uh, don’t you dare...no taking it back,” Jacques teased. “You told me I was gorgeous.”
My face turned a deep, tomato red.
“Anyway, I am gorgeous,” he boasted, “and so are you. Especially your ass. Goddamn, I love your beautiful round ass cheeks. And may I say, that skirt looks stunning on you.”
“What is it with you and my ass?” I giggled.
“Oh, your ass is peachy. I could just eat it.”
I shifted uncomfortably on my bar stool.
“Sorry,” he smiled, noting my uneasiness. “What can I say? I’m turned on by a nice round ass and yours is exactly right. Just enough flesh to grab whilst I stick my-”
I coughed, eyes widening.
“Oops, sorry, I talk too much.”
“Actually, you go ahead." I smiled. "I don't mind. I liked being complimented. I don’t hear it often.”
“Ow, poor Lisa,” Jacques teased. “Look, I have to get back to work but if you find a table I’ll join you soon, okay?”
I nodded and retreated to a table by the window, conscious that Jacques eyes would target my backside the second I turned around. I gave him a wiggle and waited for his reaction.
“Flirt!” he called across the bar.
I laughed.
I found a table next to the window. There, I sipped my beer whilst watching the bustling chaos on the street outside. The resort was heaving with pedestrians, locals shutting up their shops for the night and restaurant owners enticing late night customers inside their establishments. No-one would get any sleep with that din going on but not many would try. Everyone was a night owl in this resort. I loved that.
Jacques served his customers but kept looking in my direction. He liked me or at least fancied me. That was good. I fancied him. He was the total opposite of Matt and I found that refreshing. Matt was tall, slender and took great pride in his appearance. He was fond of routine and rarely let himself go. Jacques was short, on the pudgy side and always looked a bit ruffled. He struck me as a happy-go-lucky sort of person who would go with the flow. That appealed to me. I’d been like that, once.
I suddenly thought of Matt. He hadn’t come to find me. He’d know I was in the bar - where else would I go -and it wasn't a long walk. A lump formed in my throat. The end may have been coming for a long time but it still hurt.
Jacques waved to me from across the bar and held up two beers. Waving back, I quickly composed myself and beckoned him over.
“Hey Lisa, I’m done for the night. Fabien just took over. Do you want to talk?”
I shook my head, nodded then shook my head again.
“Okay,” Jacques smiled, “tell me what's the bust-up over this time?”
“I honestly don’t know!” I shrugged. It was true. I didn’t.
“So Lisa, what would you like to do to cheer yourself up?”
I hesitated. Was that a proposition?
“Well?” Jacques asked softly.
Hesitantly, I reached and gently stroked his arm, to see how he’d respond. Jacques took my hand in his. So it was a proposition. “What’s on offer?” I dared to ask.
Jacques leaned towards me. “Anything you want.”
“Anything?”
He raised an eyebrow and nodded.
“What would you like to do?” I said, turning his question back on him.
“Oh, let me see...” He grinned roguishly. “I’d like to remove that tight skirt of yours, feel-up that gorgeous ass and fuck you right here in the bar.”
"You would?" I burst out laughing and slapped my hands across my mouth.
Jacques looked bemused. “Why’s that funny? You like me don’t you?”
“Yes, I do but…”
He shrugged. “But what? Come on Lisa, let me have a piece of that ass.”
“I’m tempted, Jacques,” I giggled, “but I can’t.”
“Why? I think you’re hot and I want you. If you like me, why not fuck me?”
I gazed at him, astounded by his frankness. “Because…”
“Matt? Do you feel guilty?”
I thought about that. “No,” I said. “Jacques, don’t take this the wrong way but you’re not going to tell me you love me, are you?”
Jacques laughed. “No, I’m offering casual sex. If you want more then we should forget all this. We can sit here and talk instead.”
I squeezed Jacques’ hand and flashed a crooked smile. “Casual sex is good. Very good." I paused, panic setting in, "I’m a bit out of practice, though, so maybe -”
“Get some practice?" He smirked. "Let me fuck you, Lisa. I’m very good,” he added with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
I was intrigued but my conscience told me to walk away. My relationship with Matt may be over, but storming off to the bar and promptly screwing the barman was cruel. And I wasn’t a vindictive person.
But what about me? I needed to be happy. I always put Matt first, had done for years. Maybe it was time I didn’t. I sat back and eyed Jacques. He had a good body and clear skin, nicely tanned. And the bulge in his trousers looked promising. He had a big, thick cock tucked away in there. I could do with a bit of that.
“Okay, fuck me,” I whispered before I could talk myself out of it.
Jacques leaned in close. “You’re gorgeous Lisa, and I’m going to make you come so hard, you scream.”
“Really? Can you do that Jacques? Can you make me lose control?”
Jacques flashed that wonderfully seductive smile, “Oh yes!”
“Then do it, Jacques,” I breathed as my pulse raced and my loins caught fire. “Fuck me hard. Bend me over backwards and thrust that cock of yours inside me. I want it. Now!”
Jacques' eyes widened. “Well, Lisa. You're quite a vixen when you open up.”
“Yes, I am," I purred. "So what are you waiting for?”
Jacques shrugged. Rising to his feet, he offered me his hand and I accepted. The decision was made. It was a life-changing moment, one that terminated my relationship with Matt for good. The past five years were over and a new chapter was beginning. Bring it on...
Jacques led me towards the exit. I expected him to take me up to his apartment, which I knew was on the top floor, but he didn’t. Instead, he guided me into a storeroom behind the bar. It seemed that sex with him would not be performed in the comfort of a bedroom. Oh well. So be it.
The storeroom felt cold and was cluttered with beer barrels, crates and all the paraphernalia of a busy bar. Jacques didn’t lock the door and he left the light on. Privacy, it seemed, didn't matter and he was as keen as me to get started. A healthy erection stood prominently against his tight, black trousers, begging to be released. I watched as he unzipped and freed it. Goodness, it was big and fully pumped ready for action. This wouldn’t be a slow love making session; it would be sex - fast and furious. My heart pounded at the thrill of it.
Matt had never been spontaneous where sex was concerned. He liked to make love the old fashioned way with a candle lit dinner, wine and plenty of time in a comfortable bed. It took him a long time to achieve a full erection and hours to achieve orgasm. Sex with Matt was good, but was so laborious and time-consuming, it’d hardly ever happened. How I’d longed for spontaneous sex with him, just a quick fuck before work or a swift fingering at bedtime. I never got it.
I threw back my head and gave in Jacques. I allowed him to yank off my tee-shirt then unzip my skirt and push it to the floor. My panties and bra came off next, leaving me stark naked in the middle of the storeroom. It was so exciting.
I watched Jacques remove the rest of his clothing and marveled at the body beneath. His physique, although stocky, was muscular and the slight paunch didn’t bother me at all. It merely confirmed that he loved life and wasn’t pre-occupied with achieving the perfect six-pack - unlike certain people I knew.
Jacques stood before me, naked, his cock in his hand. It was huge, purple with blood and hard as wood. I gasped as I caught the whiff of pre-cum and saw a large drop emerge from the swollen tip. It glistened in the stark fluorescent light.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I whimpered as Jacques advanced towards me.
“And you’re beautiful,” he whispered. His hands slid around my body and grasped my buttocks. I felt him stroking them, kneading them beneath his palms. “Oh God you’re sexy,” he groaned, pressing his hot penis against my flat belly.
“You too,” I murmured, “you’re so fucking hot. Fuck me Jacques. I want to feel you inside me.” My pussy performed an involuntary twinge and I could feel the moisture building inside.
“Turn around,” said Jacques.
Leaning against a tall beer barrel, I braced myself and opened my legs.
Jacques moved close behind me and stroked my ass. “Oh so gorgeous, so smooth,” he groaned.
“Fuck me!” I demanded, my patience waning. I wanted sex. A good, hard fucking.
Jacques positioned his cock against my wet slit. The pressure sent tiny spasms of pleasure rippling out from my longing cunt. Then, gripping my ass, he pushed. I felt the burning squeeze of penetration as he sank his substantial length inside me.
Gone were all thoughts of Matt. The only thing on my mind was Jacques’s huge cock and how good it felt to be filled by it. My wet tunnel contracted, gripping that thick meat as it drove inside me, stroking me with such divine friction. Jacques pushed deep and his cock was huge...
“Oh yes, yes, that’s good,” I gasped. I was breathless.
“Oh fuck you’re hot,” came the answering moan.
Jacques squeezed my ass tighter and began to fuck me frantically. The increased pace stimulated my juices, creating squelching noises to accompany my groans. I pushed back against his thrusts, loving the depth this man could achieve with his long cock. Length and width, no wonder Jacques was never short of female admirers. Not with that in his trousers. Fuck, he felt good
“That’s it… fuck me, harder,” I gasped.
Grunting, Jacques thrust harder. I loved the noises he made and the rough fucking set me alight. Soon the early tingles of an orgasm made my legs tremble. The sheer size of Jacques’ cock and the vigour with which he pumped me, were heavenly… and Jacques knew it.
“You like it a bit rough, eh?” he rasped.
“Oh yes,” I cried. “I fucking love it!”
“Then you'd like it if I fucked your tight little ass, wouldn’t you?”
I gasped. What did he say?
To my horror, Jacques stopped thrusting and withdrew his cock from my aching cunt. “How about it Lisa,” he urged. “Can I fuck you up the ass? That would make you lose control.”
Slick with my juices, Jacques rubbed his cock over my tightly closed ass sphincter, making it wet and slippery. He pushed against my ass hole which immediately gave a little. I felt my whole body tense…then quiver. Fuck me in the ass? My heart pounded. I hadn’t had the pleasure of a good hot cock in my ass for years…I’d missed it. Matt liked clean conventional sex, he'd never do anal. But I hadn’t always been with him, had I? I’d had plenty of boyfriends before Matt and some had been adventurous. More than one had taken me up the ass and I’d loved it…
Jacques was an ‘ass man,’ so of course, he’d want to fuck my anus. It was no real surprise. Well, if he wanted it, he could have it. He could fuck anything he wanted; cunt, ass, mouth, anything - so long as it was rough and made me come. Jacques was hard and hot and I felt like being dirty. Really filthy. Why the hell not?
“Do it, Jacques,” I breathed, “do it.” I leaned over, spread my legs wide and ran a saliva covered finger around my puckered hole. “Fuck it hard.”
Jacques let out a deep sigh. “Oh, you angel. You're going to love this.”
Moving closer, he spat on my sphincter then, gently, slowly, he ran his finger around my opening until it relaxed. Then he pushed until a finger slid smoothly inside. The intrusion felt strange but good, so good. His touch made my whole body shudder with pleasure.
Jacques stroked and teased, encouraging my hole to open. He ran the fingers of his other hand over my wet snatch, rubbing my juices over my sphincter and his own cock, lubricating both. Then, suddenly, he withdrew his buried finger and lined up his cock. Knees slightly bent, he pushed against my sphincter until his penis entered me.
A burning pain shot through me, accompanied by a sensation of fullness. Gasping, I braced myself while Jacques’ long penis caressed the inside of my back passage, sliding deeper. He drove deep, then withdrew until only the tip remained inside me.
“Fuck,” I panted, “fuck, fuck that’s good!”
Jacques thrust again, deeper. He filled me, groping my ass with his fingers and muttering expletives, while his cock drove into me.
“Oh God!” I yelled.
Then the fucking began. Hard. Fast. God...it felt so good. A fucking more intense than any I'd experienced. Mere moments later, I screamed like a banshee as gigantic waves of sexual electricity were unleashed, throwing my body into the spasms.
“Oh yes, you love it. You love my big cock in your hot little ass, don’t you?” grunted my ass-loving assailant.
“Oh fuck yes,” I screamed. “yes!”
Jacques grunts became deeper, guttural as his thrusts gained speed. The pain was intense but the pleasure even more so. I’d never been fucked so furiously.
“I’m going to come, I’m close. Where do you want it?” groaned Jacques.
Where did I want it? I didn't know - in my ass, on my ass cheeks, on my tits? That would be good. What about in my mouth? Yes. If he did it there I could watch the expression on his face as he ejaculated. And I could taste it…
“In my mouth. Come in my mouth,” I gasped.
“Your mouth? Okay. Done.”
There was no time to reconsider my request. Jacques withdrew from my anus and, spinning me around roughly, put his hands on my head and pushed me to the floor. Then, one hand gripping my hair, the other around his cock, he plunged his purple cockhead into my open mouth. He climaxed immediately, pumping his sticky load straight into my throat.
I swooned. I adored the taste of the creamy, salty cum. I suddenly remembered how much I liked it. Matt didn’t like oral. Of course, he didn’t. I did. I closed my lips around Jacques swollen tip and ran my tongue over the smooth, sensitive surface. He tasted divine. I began to suck hungrily.
Jacques expression was priceless. His face crinkled up his face, he gritted his teeth and let out a pained grunt as he shot another thick glob into my greedy mouth. His body shook with his efforts and his fingers dug into the back of my head. “Oh shit yes, that feels so good,” he groaned.
Smiling, I sucked back his load and swallowed it down. It was slick as oysters. I’d forgotten how good a mouthful of cum tasted.
Jacques released his grip on me as his climax subsided. He looked at me with satisfaction and moaned contentedly as I cleaned his softening penis. “Dirty slut. That’s been up your ass!”
I laughed. How filthy!
Jacques proffered his hand and helped me to my feet. He held me gently and kissed my neck with far more tenderness than I had expected. “Well, Lisa,” he whispered, “you surprised me. I never took you for a sex crazed hottie!”
I smiled at that. “I am sex crazed. I’m a total slut. I’ve just been repressed for a long time.”
“I see. So this is the real you?”
I nodded. “Yes, I think it is. Do you like it?”
Jacques raised an eyebrow and nodded approvingly.
“Good, I…”
The store room banged open and Fabien marched in carrying an empty crate. “Merde!” he screeched as his eyes fell upon Jacques and me, stark naked and sweat drenched among the beer barrels.
My hands flew across my breasts and Jacques stepped swiftly in front of me. We stared at Fabien like rabbits caught in the headlights. Poor Fabien, cheeks burning, put the crate down, raised his hands in apology and backed out of the room.
“Oh God," snorted Jacques, "I forgot Fabien would be re-stocking the bar.”
Seeing the funny side, I giggled, “Will he be angry?”
“Na, shouldn’t think so. I’ll apologise later.”
Strangely, the interruption didn't worry me, but time was ticking. I threw my arms around Jacques’ neck and kissed him on the cheek. “I had fun, Jacques, thank you. But I have to go. It’s time for me to face the music.”
Jacques pulled a face. “So soon? Come on Lisa, keep me company a little longer.” He slid his hands around to my buttocks. “I don’t want you to take these away just yet.” Jacques leaned in and kissed my lips. His kiss was tender, gentle.
I gazed into his eyes. “Fancy a walk? It’s a lovely night,” I asked.
“Yes, I’d like that. First, I want you to kiss me again. Kiss me like you mean it.”
My smile widened but my lips touched his, pressing down upon them. Our kiss became deeper, more intimate. Not what I expected from 'casual sex.' My hands trailed down Jacques' back and came to rest on his firm behind. I stroked it the way he was stroking mine.
Jacques moved his body closer to mine. Heat radiated from his cock as it began to engorge with blood, ready for round two. “We can’t do this again. Not here,” he breathed.
“Let’s take that walk then. Maybe you’ll kiss me on the beach under the silver moonlight?”
Jacques stepped away, his mouth gaping.
“Joking!” I laughed. "Or am I?" I kissed him again, long and deep.
“What was that for?” he asked when we broke apart.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. What can I say, you drive me wild!”
“How wild?” he responded with a mischievous grin.
“Very.”
“Show me,” he goaded.
“Now?”
“If you like.”
“Here?”
“Hmm, maybe not, I don't -”
“Too late, you hesitated. Turn around.”
“Lisa, don’t,” Jacques uttered nervously. “Fabien won’t be happy if he catches…”
I placed a finger to his lips. “I don’t care. Right now, all I want to do is fuck you in the ass, like you fucked me! God, you have such a sexy ass!”
“You what? Lisa!”
“Shut up and turn around,” I ordered.
“Lisa, no, I …ohhhh...” Jacques stopped protesting the second my fingers started stroking his tightly closed ass sphincter. “Oh, Lisa.”
“Should I stop?” I teased, retracting my fingers.
“No, no, fuck no. Don’t stop. Fabien won’t come back for a while.”
“I don’t care if he does,” I whispered.
Jacques opened his legs a little and braced himself against the same beer barrel I’d leaned against. The aroma of testosterone emanated from his body filling my nostrils with its tantalising, erotic odour. I breathed in deeply, loving the effect it had on me. My pussy throbbed.
My sexy French Canadian conquest let out a deep sigh as I stroked his fleshy ass cheeks. He grunted when I dropped to my knees behind him and buried my face between those muscular pillows. My tongue found the puckered entrance to his ass and licked it, caressing the delicate skin of his sphincter. Jacques' whole body quivered at my touch.
“God Lisa, you dirty slut!” he moaned. “Wank me, filthy whore. Jerk me off whilst you lick out my ass!”
My cunt contracted when he called me a “filthy whore.” Spasms of depraved longing consumed me. I could smell pre-cum and, reaching through Jacques’ legs, I found his penis. It was fully engorged once more and primed for another climax. Taking a firm hold with my left hand, I stroked it, easing back his foreskin and running my hand the whole length of his shaft. Jacques let out a groan and his ass hole opened, just a little, allowing my tongue access. I slid it inside, running it around the smooth opening of his back passage.
“Filthy whore,” Jacques repeated under his breath.
Filthy? I hadn’t even started...
Licking the fingers of my right hand, I pressed them up against Jacques sphincter. Two of them slid inside smoothly. Jacques, jolted, his body shuddering. Great. I tittered as I began to work them back and forth, stroking the inside of Jacques’ ass and massaging his prostate. My smile exploded into a laugh as I heard him respond with deafeningly loud grunts. Spasms shook him as my stimulation catapulted him towards a mighty climax.
“Oh God!” he gasped. “You’re going to make me come hard.”
“Good,” I declared, increasing the speed of my strokes on his penis and thrusting a third finger inside his ass. I stroked him faster and harder. Faster, faster, harder, deeper…three fingers, four…my whole hand.
“Oh shit, shit!” Jacques gasped.
His body became rigid and he let out a cry of pleasure which must have been audible for miles. I watched, with deep satisfaction, as his penis erupted, shooting a magnificent load of cum onto the wooden barrel in front of him. It stuck there, clinging like glue. Gloopy evidence of our misdemeanours.
When Jacques climax subsided he slowly returned to his senses. “Merde! I was loud. Oh God, I’m going to be in trouble!” Poor Jacques bit his lip but turned to me with a huge beaming smile on his face. “You” he spluttered, “are terrible!”
“I told you I was a repressed slut!”
“Yes, but I didn’t expect that. My God, Lisa, you brazen ass-licking hussy! You’re the woman of my dreams.”
“Ow, stop with the compliments and kiss me,” I giggled.
“No problem. Come here.”
Jacques' lips met mine and it was lovely. I wish that moment could have lasted, but it couldn’t. “I have to go, Jacques,” I sighed, wriggling away from his embrace. “I have to face Matt some time. May as well be now.”
Jacques nodded. “Will you be okay?”
“I’ll be fine. Listen, Jacques, don’t take this the wrong way but I’m not going to tell Matt about you or what we did tonight.”
“No of course not. And I won’t say anything, you have my word.”
“Thank you. You’re lovely, you know that.”
“Yeah, I’m gorgeous. You said so yourself," he said, grinning. "I’ll wait in the bar, in case you need me.”
Need him? Yes, I suppose I might. The prospect of facing Matt terrified me and our initial encounter would only be the tip of the iceberg. We'd be officially separated but I’d have to sit next to him on the flight home, drive back to our flat with him and live with him until I found somewhere else. Hell! What a nightmare. There had to be another way…
“Jacques,” I said. “Do you know anyone looking for a waitress, or a cleaner, or any sort of job?”
Jacques looked uncomfortable.
“Don’t worry, I’m not after you. Not yet, anyway," I winked. "Jacques, I need a fresh start. I can't go back home.”
Jacques looked concerned. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Well, there’s plenty of work here if you don’t mind long hours and poor wages.”
“I’ll need somewhere to stay, but...”
“Stay with me,” he said without hesitation, “until you find your feet.”
Jacques kissed me and patted my bottom. “Maybe you could repay me with a bit more of that ass!”
“Oh, I think I could do that!” I smiled. “I could get used to that kind of attention."
Jacques stepped towards me but I moved beyond reach. "It’s time. I have to do this. Wish me luck.”
“We make our own luck, Lisa.”
How true. My life with Matt sucked and it was time I faced up to reality and made some changes. For both our sakes. Life was an adventure and I needed to take the plunge. Who knew what was around the corner. The world was my oyster and I’d been cautious for far too long.
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