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Wednesday 23 September will live long in the memory of Michael Jenkins.

It started as a typical day, he went to work at the bank, as usual, he had his lunch at the Metro Café as usual, finished work just after five pm as normal, and headed to the local adult education centre which was not normal. Wednesday evening was generally spent at number fifty-two Walton Terrace with Mr Smith. Not tonight, tonight he was heading for classroom fifteen, still to see Mr Smith though.

Michael had been to his usual Tuesday house maintenance class, yes he started another course two weeks ago. Mr Smith told him one Wednesday in August that it might be a good idea for him to have a refresher course, well he actually told Michelle to pass the message on after he gave out his usual punishment at Wednesday detention. Michelle seemed to spend more time there than Michael these days. Not that there was any undue complaining, apart from having to wash and dry the underwear every week. Apparently, Mr Smith had to take an afternoon class this Wednesday so detention was to be at the centre in lieu of Walton Terrace. Then came the bombshell, it was to be Michelle’s detention for persistent poor behaviour.

Michael arrived early, thankfully there were not too many people about. He quickly and very nervously changed into the uniform in the restroom. This was a whole new game to him. The thought of being caught wearing women’s clothes was bad enough but caught wearing a schoolgirl uniform was terrifying. Flashes of being in court, sacked by the bank and kicked out of his home had preyed on his mind all day. Michelle checked her appearance in the tall mirror. It still shocked to see how feminine it made him look dressed like this.

She waited until it was definitely quiet and made her way to the class to see Mr Smith. He was not there, so she leant against the wall to wait for everyone to arrive. It was a little puzzling as she looked at her watch for the fifth or sixth time, it was nearly six, and Mr Smith had not yet arrived, he was always punctual. Michelle began to wonder if it was the right classroom, she was sure because Mr Smith repeated it more than once.

Just then a tall, middle-aged well-built man in a track suit came around the corner.

“You girl, why are you waiting outside that classroom?” he said walking briskly towards Michelle still leant against the wall. “Stand up straight and take your hands out of your pockets.” He added quite sternly this time. Michelle jumped to attention immediately just as the man stopped in front of her.

“Name?”

“Michelle Jenkins sir.”

The man stood with hands on his hips which made him look even more imposing, especially against the diminutive figure of Michelle.

“Right girl, follow me.”

Off they went down the corridor at a brisk pace. Michelle was walking double quick just to keep up, as they made their way deeper into the building. They stopped at the end of a corridor, right by a fire exit door. It was an office, quite a small one, and by the look, it needed a coat of paint. The door was closed behind Michelle who stood wondering what was happening. The tutor, if that is what he was, sat on the chair behind the ancient looking desk, and those were the only two items in the room apart from a stack of old plastic chairs in the corner behind the door.

“Why were you in the building this evening waiting outside classroom fifteen?” he asked after putting his elbows on the desk and studying a nervous Michelle for a moment or two.

“I was told to meet Mr Smith there at six o’clock.”

“You will address me as Mr Jones or sir you impertinent girl.”

“Yes sir, sorry sir.”

"Well Jenkins, I believe that is a lie as Mr Smith does not have a class on Wednesday. Now, why were inside the building when you do not have permission to be here?"

"Honestly sir, Mr Smith told me last night in class to see him tonight," Michelle said almost in a panic now, unsure of what exactly was happening. She was not so naive to realise that it had been set up by Mr Smith and Mr Jones, but that did not make it any easier to understand.

“Jenkins, you are in enough trouble already, do not compound it by persisting with this cock and bull story.”

Michelle didn't know what to say. It was all true, but this man did not want to believe her. There was silence in the room for a minute before it was broken by the scr****g of the chair as Mr Jones stood up.

"Well, Jenkins I gather by your silence that you cannot or will not tell the truth. I, therefore, concluded that you, and possibly others were up to no good. You were going to be punished for being inside the building, but now I am going to trash you for lying as well."

Michelle’s heart skipped a beat, and the got the usual tingle she would get when waiting for the punishment from Mr Smith.

“Get over the desk and let us see if my slipper can loosen that tongue.”

The top drawer opened and out came a white plimsoll. Michelle almost gasped at the size of it as she lowered herself on to the desktop. Mr Smith's slipper seemed big, but this was twice as big and twice as wide. It was a size fifteen extra wide and actually belonged to Mr Jones who if Michelle had looked carefully would have noticed his extra-large feet.

"Jenkins, straightened yourself up, legs apart and hold the far edge. Move from there, and I will begin again. Do you understand girl?"

“Yes, eh, yes sir.” Came the stammered reply.

The first whack made Michelle wince at the sheer pain. It seemed a lot harder than anything Mr Smith had ever given her, even on the bare. If the first seemed hard, it was nothing compared to two and three. Each one made Michelle twist and yelp rather loudly, not realising someone could hear them outside in the corridor. Four, five and six were delivered with just as much vigour by Mr Jones, and although Michelle tried hard not to be so loud, it was impossible as the sixth one landed and almost catapulted her over the desk.

There was to be no allowance for her to come to terms with the stinging, hot pain now throbbing from her bottom as she was hauled up from the desk.

"Stand up straight. Now I will give you one last chance, to tell the truth. If you do, then I will give you the next six over your skirt if not then it will be six on the bare."

Michelle was caught in a no-win situation. She had told the truth and been called a liar, now if she said a lie Mr Jones would know it was a lie. Either way, it was six on the bare. The little companion between her legs had come to life now despite the pain she was feeling in her bum and was so desperate to rub.

"So I take from the silence that you persist in covering your real intention up. Right get your skirt and undies off and then back across the desk. And woe betides you if you are not in the position I told you five minutes ago."

Michelle chocked a little at the prospect of taking off the lower garments. Mr Smith just made Michelle lower her knickers down by her knees or ankles.

“Put them on the desk by the wall, and fold them neatly you slovenly creature.” Michelle was told looking around for a place to put the discarded garments.

Her bum felt like a warm hot water bottle as she quickly slipped the navy blue knickers down and slipped them under the skirt. She stood half-naked in front of a total stranger for a moment before realising she was supposed to be over the desk. She did remember what had been said and with her legs slightly part she reached for the far edge.

Mr Jones stood behind Michelle and allowed himself a little congratulatory smile as he saw the bright red slender pair of cheeks offered up to him for the next whacks of his trusty plimsoll. He admired it for a moment as recalled it was a few years old now but still in good working order despite the many times he used it. Not that it had ever been anywhere near his feet in all those years of loyal service.

Six quick hard and immensely painful whacks soon followed. Just like Mr Smith did to Michelle on Wednesday evenings, only these felt much worse, and each one had her calling out ouch that got progressively louder.

There was at least a moments respite for Michelle as Mr Jones put away the plimsoll in the drawer before she was told to stand up. Slowly eased herself up, and gently put her hands on the sore cheeks. They were as expected very hot now indeed.

“Stand up straight, arms at your side. You really are a slovenly girl Jenkins.”

In the desperate need to ease her throbbing bum Michelle had forgotten about the hard-on that had come on during the second six, not that it was much softer after the first six. She saw Mr Jones looking down at the front of the blouse, while it hide the actual evidence it was not difficult to imagine what was making the bulge in it.

“Lift up your shirt.”

Michelle was not sure if the shiver was excitement or shock. Looking at Mr Jones the whole time she slowly lifted it up until it was clear of the throbbing manhood, the tutor never took his eyes of the offending article which was pointing directly at her.

"Come here, girl."

Michelle had not expected that. She expected to be bent over again for yet another whacking. Shuffling sheepishly forward the four or five feet she stopped by Mr Jones who was perched on the edge of the desk.

“So Jenkins you disgusting girl, it would seem that you must enjoy having your backside walloped because you have something pointing in my direction that needs taking care of.”

With that and before Michelle knew what was happening the right hand took hold of it. Her face registered a mixture of shock and excitement at the same time. The thick fingers and thumb held it gently without moving, the only thing that did move was the twitching between said fingers and thumb. Michelle could not believe it, all these months she had taken a well whacked bottom and excited friend home every Wednesday, gone straight to her room where she relived the pleasure of earlier and other fantasies while bringing herself to a much-needed climax. The tissues in the box never lasted very long these days.

The fingers moved slowly up and down the length as Michelle’s eyes were glued to each stroke. She was fascinated as the foreskin slipped back and forth over the bulbous pink head, each time seeing the slit for a brief second before it disappeared. The only sound in the room was Michelle exhaling breath with each manipulation of the over-excited muscle.

In the end, she was surprised she managed to hold on for so long, mind Mr Jones seemed to sense when it was close and stopped rubbing for a moment. Not the last time though, the fingers almost like a piston went up and down getting quicker with each motion as her face contorted like she was in agony, not the extreme pleasure she was feeling throughout her whole body. Then it came shooting out, the first two white thick globs did anyway as they landed on the floor by the wall. Mr Jones continued to milk every last drop on to the floor by Michelle’s feet as he gently massaged it before finally letting it go. It was still hard and pointing upwards as Michelle felt her legs wobble and reached for the desk to steady herself.

She soon came back to earth when seeing Mr Jones open the drawer once more and out came the dreaded plimsoll. The tutor dragged his chair around to the side before turning to Michelle and with a big smile said in a gentle calm voice that was so different to everything else he had spoken this evening. "It would seem, Jenkins, that you are a filthy girl. Why don't you bend over the back of the chair and let us what we can do about this matter.”

Her bum already throbbed from the pain of twelve whacks. The heat could still be felt now as she gently massaged the bruised cheeks, so god knows what six more would do. She sometimes felt uncomfortable on a Thursday sitting at the desk in the Bank, now it would probably need a cushion.

Michelle bent over the old fashioned chair with its padded back and wooden arms and waited for Mr Jones, who stood with the slipper dangling in his left hand, to walk behind her. This was indeed a night that Michelle would remember for a long time, but it was not finished yet. She watched in amazement as Mr Jones, almost in slow motion, raised his hands to his waist and then pulled down the track suit bottoms. No underwear on so out popped something which Michelle thought was enormous, and it was only semi-hard at the moment. Then panic set in for a moment as realising she was bare bottomed and bent over, she had a shocking thought of where Mr Jones intended to put it.

No need to have worried on that score as the tall man took a step forward and rubbed the large hardening muscle across Michelle’s lips. She felt wetness on them and then a strange taste as it was rubbed back and forth a few times. It grew before her eyes that were seemingly mesmerised by it.

What was she supposed to do with it? She had no experience of oral sex. Even the last girlfriend who wanted sex constantly would never do that. She opened her mouth a fraction and watched the red smooth, shiny end push its way in between the lips that were soon stretched almost as wide as possible. The tongue touched it, not that it had much choice as there was not much room for both things inside. Just as slowly as it went it, so it was eased back out again. The lips caressing it as the process was repeated over. She heard Mr Jones breath lustfully, and this time she felt it pushed further in and the back out.

“Jenkins you dirty girl, lick it, lick the tip, I like that.”

The tongue very tentatively licked all the way around it as Michelle heard mewing and encouragement from above. She got a little bolder and sucked the tip with her lips at the same time.
Michelle was actually enjoying it, and she felt herself harden once more as it rubbed against the chair back.

Whack!

Michelle’s cries were muffled as her mouth was almost full at the time the plimsoll hit the red backside. Another whack as she felt it thrusting back and forth, ever quicker between her lips. She too was rubbing herself ever faster against the chair, even she wanted to be where it was past the stage where there was no longer any control.

Mr Jones whacked the plimsoll hard against Michelle’s ever redder cheeks a couple of more times before stooping dead, his legs shuddered for a brief moment, and he let go right inside the mouth flooding it until it dribbled back out and down the chin. Michelle unable to contain the sheer joy felt a wetness on her belly as she too climaxed hard.

They tidied themselves and the room up in silence and then gathering their things made ready to leave.

"Oh, by the way, Jenkins you can do detention on Saturday for not wearing your tie."

The door opened to let Michelle out.

“Ten o’clock and do not be late.”

Michelle looked at Mr Jones hoping for another sentence that said ‘I am only joking’, but it never came.

“Well girl.”

With resigned breath. "Yes, sir." Then Michelle walked down the corridor and turned before a smile came across her face.

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Carol looked briefly up from the cock she was gently sucking, and was shocked again at the sight that greeted her. Somehow, for no explicable reason, it brought all back the carefully suppressed memories. She had not had a very happy childhood, not because she was mistreated, or anything like that, but because she had, to a certain extent, been ignored. Her brother Ben, older than her by nearly three years, had had Multiple Sclerosis, diagnosed when he was just three months old. Their parents...

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Such Sweet SorrowChapter 3 Debts Incurred Debts Repaid September

Two Conferences Corinne Aimes, founder, director and part owner of Inward Bound, is at her desk, dealing with emails, when her telephone rings. "Corinne?" the voice at the other end of the line says. "Charlotte!" Corinne replies, as she recognises her friend. "I just had a follow up telephone call with Fifty. Well, yesterday evening actually." "How'd it go?" "She seems to be settling back in to her home and work routine." "Good. It could have been difficult, after what she...

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Such Sweet SorrowChapter 15 Marked Man September

10 Months, 384 Days After Jenny's Disappearance I am standing in the office at Ink Inc, looking over Ros Buchannan's shoulder at an image of me on the computer screen. A complex Celtic pattern swirls up my right leg, across the top of my bum, up my back, over my left shoulder and onto my pec. It sends a spur down towards the crack between my buttocks and another towards my right scapula. Ros is just as attractively dressed as she was last time. Today she wears a close fitting white tank...

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WednesdaysChapter 28 Wednesday Toni

Summer was well begun, and on that Wednesday morning, I went off to the office, swinging along the shaded walks of western Pearl Street, past other buildings of condos like my own. I was wearing a new dress I'd just finished. It was a little shorter than usual, showed my legs, but tastefully I think. I was loving the feel of my breasts moving under the front, and now and then I'd look down to watch them sway. I thought about how I'm brown all over, though not many people know it. I was...

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WednesdaysChapter 19 Wednesday Sheldon

When Rudy talked to me on the Mall, I was a little surprised. He'd actually paid attention when I told him I was thinking of quitting and had taken action on it. I had always taken Rudy pretty much the way he appeared - one of those guys who talks about how hard he works, and sort of plugs through the days not really accomplishing much. I guess I was mistaken, because he not only paid attention to me and my problem, but gave me a real alternative to quitting. When we had finished our lunch...

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WednesdaysChapter 25 Wednesday Jenny

It's really been wonderful since I started sleeping with Dana and Ed. Wonderful. The sex is great, of course. I get lots of it from both of them, and I can give back all I want. It's not a continual orgy. But I can be sexy whenever I want; I can grope someone anytime, and I never know when I'm going to get rubbed or hugged or felt up. It's sort of like being on the edge of something loving and sexy all the time. And if I don't feel like it, I can just refuse. The most unusual part is,...

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WednesdaysChapter 27 Lunch

Walking down the Mall at noon, Toni saw Sylvia sitting on a bench, studying her hands in her lap. Toni sat down beside her. "Hi. Had lunch?" Sylvia started. "Oh, Hi. No — but, where's Ned? You usually eat together." "Well, this is his day to eat school food and schmooze with the teachers, keep up with the gossip. Why don't we get a sandwich?" When they returned with bags from Falafel King, they settled on the shady bench. Toni opened the conversation along with her...

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WednesdaysChapter 38 Wednesday

Rudy sat in the booth, feeling the warmth of Sylvia's thigh and shoulder next to him. He looked down. She wore a dress that laced up the front, but now gaped enough to show the firm slopes of her breasts. When he tore his eyes away, they noticed Dana's t-shirt, her nipples punching forth. Jennie sat nearby, her man's shirt frankly unbuttoned most of the way down, showing nothing. Rudy felt Melanie's hand on his thigh and looked into her eyes. She smiled. "Isn't it great?' she said....

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WednesdaysChapter 3 Another Wednesday

Toni went on vacation for a couple of weeks and came back with pictures that passed around the table. "Where is this, Toni?' Dana asked, looking up from the photograph. "That's Cabo San Lucas. Down at the end of Baja California. I go there often. There's not too many people and you get to see a lot of gray whales - they seem to hang out in the Gulf there.' "You speak Spanish?' Dana asked. "Yeah, some. Enough to get by when it comes to food and that stuff. Not to talk to the...

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WednesdaysChapter 21 Wednesday Melanie

I looked down at Sylvia, next to me. She was wearing one of those peasant blouses that lets you show a lot of shoulder and chest. "Do they always card you?" I asked. "Only the ones who don't know me. I've gotten in the habit of just handing them my license before they ask. They can't help that I look like a kid." Ned sat next to her, peered discreetly into her cleavage. He said, "Sylvia, nobody in his right mind would confuse you with a teenager. You just don't look the...

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WednesdaysChapter 23 Client Relations

"Listen, Sheldon," Sylvia said, "I've got a problem." They were at Sylvia's office, going over plans for the new building. She went to the door and closed it. "What's up?" Sheldon asked. "You remember what I said the day we met? I don't date clients?" "Yes. And I was kind of surprised — pleasantly — that you changed your mind. You're pretty decisive." "Yeah. Well, I've made another decision. It's over and I shouldn't have broken my rule." Sheldon was surprised. "What...

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WednesdaysChapter 33 Wednesday Ed

Dana and I got there first that night. She'd come home a little early, put on a t-shirt and shorts, and we walked down Maple to Tom's. I love the way t-shirts cling to her breasts, and I love to watch them move as she walks. Anyway, we sat in the booth with our first beers and played footsie, my toes running up her thigh to where her shorts covered her bush. Her foot was busy, too. Then Ned and Toni showed up. "Hi, you two," Toni called, starting to slide into the bench next to...

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WednesdaysChapter 34 Barbecue

"I'm glad they're coming, Ned, ' Toni said. "I don't know why we haven't gotten together before." "She said it Wednesday — we never asked. Here they are." Ed's car pulled into the driveway. Ed got out, wearing a pareo tied low on his hips. Dana's was tied above her breasts. Toni looked at Ned. "I think we figured it right." When Dana came into the house, she said, "Where did you get that skirt?" Toni posed and replied, "McGuckin's Hardware. It's two chamois window...

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Wednesday Nite Widows Ch 02

Krista drove. Lorene sat beside her. Jackie sat in back. Krista did not pull out until Janets car left them space to pull out. I bet those two don’t go right home,” said Lorene. “What makes you say that,” asked Jackie. “Because both of them are hotter than a firecracker from working your bottom.” “I‘ll never live that down,” said Jackie. “Don’t give it a thought,” said Lorene. “No one will escape it for long. We’ll all get a taste next week or the week after.” “I had no idea it would...

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Wednesday

I am running late to work, and I needed to get there early. I still have to get home and change. I stayed at Michelle’s last night and while it was worth every minute I know there will be hell to pay when I finally make it to work. I tear into my driveway running into my house stripping as I go. I need a shower before I go into work. I hurry into my shower and cant help but smile thinking about last night with Michelle. As the water beats down on me I remember the touch of her skin and the...

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Wednesday is my favorite day

I always try to enjoy my day off but sometimes it can be hard I’m 6’4” with a strongman build that’s means muscles but with some fat so I’m a big strong guy and when I do meet a guy a lot of the times they want me to top and that’s the problem cause I’m a bottom always have been anyway the reason I like Wednesday’s is because I do some of my favorite things new comic book day and getting fucked so here’s a story about one of those days.I start the day with a shower and make sure I’m nice and...

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Wednesday Afternoon by Stephanie Sarg

Marion anxiously waited for the doorbell to ring, as she checked her watch for the third time in the last ten minutes. “Where was she,” Marion thought to herself, “I wish for once she’d be on time!!!” Ten seconds later the apartment air was split by the loud resonance of the bell and Marion quickly buzzed her friend in. She opened the door listened for the footsteps coming up the carpeted stairs, but oddly, she swore there was more than just Evelyn’s steps she was hearing! A second or two...

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Wednesday Afternoon by loyalsock

Marion anxiously waited for the doorbell to ring, as she checked her watch for the third time in the last ten minutes. "Where was she," Marion thought to herself, "I wish for once she'd be on time!!!" Ten seconds later the apartment air was split by the loud resonance of the bell and Marion quickly buzzed her friend in. She opened the door listened for the footsteps coming up the carpeted stairs, but oddly, she swore there was more than just Evelyn's steps she was hearing! A second or two later...

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Wednesday morning

It is raining and a bit cold, not unusual weather for these reason on the village of Sunata. St Harry is a mixed school thst is catering for 13 years to 19 years boys and girls, the school start at 07:30 and by 07:31 you late as their caretaker, Mr Jacobs always ready to close the gate. Teachers therefore randomly take turns to deal with the late comers randomly, these Monday it was Mrs Jones who took the late comers to the ground and make them run five laps, yesterday it was Mr Davids who...

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Wednesday Night Out

I am Allen Soames, 32, 6’ 0” tall about 190 lbs. I believe that my word must stand for something. I have been married for almost 3 years, fortunately, no children. That is coming to an end is 3 more days. Here is my story. I met Deborah Callan while I was adjusting to civilian life after 4 years in the army. I might have stayed, but after making my commanding officer look stupid, I was invited to not reenlist. That is a different story. I was at an employment office where I was looking for...

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Wednesday NightChapter 2

Later that evening, as Emily and Heidi walked to their homes, Emily asked her friend, "What did you think of that, really? Did you know anything about that stuff?" "Did I know about what? How to do it, or the whole idea of doing it?" "Everything, I guess. I mean, I'd heard the term oral sex before, sure, and the words blow job sometimes, but I never knew really what they meant. I'd never given it any thought." "And so, now, what do you think?" Heidi was very good at being the...

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Wednesday NightChapter 3

"That guy was a pig. It was horrible! He was so big that I could barely get it in my mouth, and then he pulled my shirt up and started rubbing my breasts really hard and then he started pinching me. Why would anybody ever do that for a guy?" "I couldn't see everything, but I think you are right. He was a pig. I wish I knew what his name is. I'd tell every girl I knew about him." Heidi was trying to be comforting to her friend, but her words were not much comfort. "And then he...

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Wednesday NightChapter 4

Neither girl talked much about her experiences that night, nor what they had each experienced later that evening. It was not until the following Saturday when they were sitting in Emily's bedroom studying that the subject came up, and when it did, it did so very slowly and indirectly. "Mary Jo told me that she thinks she knows who two of the guys were," Heidi said, mostly changing the subject away from the algebra problem they had been discussing. "What guys?" "The guys we gave blow...

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Wednesday NightChapter 5

Emily appeared at Heidi's home just before noon the next morning. As she finished her week-end chores, Heidi stood at her bed, folding her freshly laundered clothes. In a quiet voice, Emily questioned her friend, "So where did you guys go last night after the game? I tried to call you when I thought you would be home, but your phone went right to voicemail. Who took you home?" "OMG, Em, he is so...", she paused trying to think of the right word. "Just wow, is all I can say. I was not...

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Wednesday NightChapter 6

Heidi and Rob became an "item" in school, dating exclusively after receiving the blessing of her mother following a dinner at her house. Many times, Heidi invited Emily to go along, and the threesome appeared at school functions, movies, pizza shacks and ice cream bars on a regular basis. Despite her best efforts to encourage her friend to consider finding someone to date, Heidi could not overcome Emily's reluctance. One evening, sitting in their favorite pizza place, Heidi pressed Emily...

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Wednesday afternoon

Marion anxiously waited for the doorbell to ring, as she checked her watch for the third time in the last ten minutes. "Where was she," Marion thought to herself, "I wish for once she'd be on time!!!" Ten seconds later the apartment air was split by the loud resonance of the bell and Marion quickly buzzed her friend in. She opened the door listened for the footsteps coming up the carpeted stairs, but oddly, she swore there was more than just Evelyn's steps she was hearing! A second or two later...

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