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I usually take the bus to work because it's only a ten-minute ride and is easier than trying to park downtown. Parking downtown really sucks. We call the city meter-readers the "Parking Nazis" for a good reason. It was while waiting for the bus. It was a cold Wwinter morning a few days before Christmasthat I first really noticed Mariya. She was carrying a black instrument case. I knew her, vaguely, like I knew most people at the busstop, a stranger, but a strangeLove Found, Love Lostr that I saw more often than I saw my own relatives. Dressed in a billowing yellow vinyl rain coat, she looked like the picture on a box of Morton salt.

I saw her again the following week. I was in a pretty good mood, and had even put on my favorite gray suit and a new tie. She was sitting on the bench, holding the instrument case in her lap. I smiled at her as I approached." I," I said as her eyes glanced up. I barely heard her say "Good morning" as she quickly looked down again. We were the only people at the stop, and there was an awkward silence.

I continued to look at her from where I stood beside the bench, and remembered how I had caught her instrument when she almost dropped it the previous week. "She's not exactly an beautiful girl, girl" I thought, but she was very attractive. Her profile showed that her skin was clear, not a hint of teen age acne, she appeared to be wearing no make-up at all. Her pale hands, stretched over thin, bird-like bones and she looked as if she didn't get out in the sun much. I saw that her thick mane of hair was pulled back into a fabric and elastic band, but some big strands had escaped the elastic and hung randomly beside her face. She was either in Junior High or High School; I'm really bad at guessing ages. She was about ten inches shorter than me.

I remembered how hard it was for me when I was a kid like that, with no real friends except for books and my dog. I guess I was lucky, finally developing into a thirty year-old guy with a respectable income and decent appearance. I didn't seem to have trouble getting girlfriends now, but had really struggled when I was as young as this girl on the bench. I heard the approaching diesel of the bus, and Mariya stood up. She boarded first as I fumbled through my overcoat, trying to find my bus pass. I finally climbed aboard, flashed my pass to the driver, and gave Mariya a friendly smile as I took my seat. With some embarrassment she returned a brief smile through pursed lips, then looked away.

After some more questioning, she told me that she lived with her mom and spent a lot of time practicing her instrument. I told her that I lived alone, and worked for a large computer company as a communications consultant. Her sentences had a strange grammatical construction, because she was not completely fluent, but I could understand what she meant despite her heavy accent. I found her conversation to be mildly entertaining. She seemed to be a pleasant person, without a hint of the scheming or posturing that you found in most Americans. It seemed as if Americans learn to play head games at about the same time they learned to walk.

Mariya did not have a hint of game-playing about her. The next day I was running late, but on the following day Mariya was at the stop when I showed up. She smiled a little, we talked about her school, and I sat in the seat behind her. I asked her about her music and her family. She responded to my questions in a low voice, and I could see that she was still embarrassed. Over the next month and a half, I saw Mariya at the stop about twice a week. I noticed that she always left for school at a certain time, while I just walked out the door of my office whenever I was ready. Mariya and I started to develop a hesitant friendship. If there were a completely empty seat, I occasionally sat beside her, although sometimes she still seemed embarrassed by the attention.

One Wednesday I gave her a muffin from the two that I had bought that morning. She seemed very appreciative. I told her that I would have to drive to work for the rest of the week, since I would be working at another office for a short time, and I would not be taking the bus. "You go to the Classic Arts School, right?" I asked. She nodded her head." That's only a few blocks from Boston street. I'll be taking Boston straight to the other office. Would you like a ride?" This time, she did not nod her head. I continued anyway." Besides, this weather has been really crummy. I'd hate for you to wait in this stuff."

She blushed, looked down, and said "I don't know." We found an empty seat on the bus and sat together. The weather really had been unpleasant, and it was still dark outside due to the low clouds. "I'll pick you up tomorrow at the same time. You'll get to school a few minutes earlier, though" I said." Perhaps. I am not sure" she said blankly. She looked outside. There was a long silence before she said anything." But I do not like this weather at all." She said in her weird English.

I pulled away from the curb. I told her that we're having some trouble with a system which we recently installed, and I have to troubleshoot it. It'll probably take a week or less, depending, so I will be using my car to get to work, until I've handled the problem. I'd prefer to be downtown, though." She wrinkled her forehead. "My mother does not go to downtown. She says it is too much dangerous." That's weird," I thought. Downtown is actually a pretty safe place, compared to most other cities. Mariya didn't seem familiar with any areas of the city other than our particular neighborhood and a building on the East side where her mom worked. She said that she and her mom had lived in the same apartment building since they moved here. I mentioned that next week will be Presidents' Day, and the schools will be closed. I asked her what she was going to be doing.

"I will probably watch television and practice music" she said in a resigned voice. "my mother will work." "Well", I said, "If you'd like to have lunch, I'm off of work." I had lots of holidays off in my particular division. "Perhaps we could have a sandwich for lunch or something?" I asked. She seemed startled; she looked around the car, as if embarrassed. "Yes" she said in an unsure voice, and finally met my gaze. I gave her my business card and wrote my home number on the back. "Call me around eleven on Monday," I said as she dragged her instrument from the car. "OK", she whispered, blushing as she turned to walk towards the school yard. On Monday she called at exactly eleven o'clock as planned. I picked her up five minutes later at the bus stop. She said that she didn't want to be picked up near her apartment, as her neighbors were a bunch of old ladies who (presumably) gossiped.

We went to Mike L. d'Angelo's, "The Great Italian Place With The Stupid Name" on the North end of town. She seemed unsure what to order, and so we both had vegetable calzones and a Coke. She liked the calzones and the parmesan cheese topping, and she smiled happily throughout most of the meal. As I watched her eat, I noticed how beautiful her teeth were. Each one was opaque, like a flat pearl, and her lips framed them perfectly. "Would you like some gelato?" I asked after we had finished." I do not know what this is?" she said, her inflection turning the statement into a question.

"It's like ice cream. The flavors are up there." I pointed to a chalkboard that showed the available flavors. She chose mint, and I had chocolate. We ate the gelato at the counter, sitting next to each other on stools. The taste of the ice cream was a perfect finish to the lunch. Watching her tongue lick the small plastic spoon, her face just inches from mine, was heartbreakingly cute. I asked if she would like to see my place. It's a condominium, by the way, with a really great view. She shrugged, as if she weren't sure of the correct response. "My mother would want that I practice my instrument while she is working." she said. "She would not let me to leave the house, so I must be home before four or she will know I am not practicing."

It was only two o'clock, so we drove back to my place while she aimlessly fidgeted with the clasp on her purse. I was having some difficulty navigating through the ice that was forming on the streets, so I could not pay as much attention to her as I would have liked. Once in my home, we looked out of the glass door to the balcony and the street below. The condensation circles caused by our breath on the cold glass slowly expanded. Standing close, I could smell the mint from her gelato. I began to doodle in the condensation with my finger. With an amused smile, she moved away from the glass and walked along the wall of my book case, bending to the side to read the title on each volume.

I like to keep the heat up in the Winter, so she took off her knit sweater as she looked at the books, then neatly folded it over a chair. It was then that I noticed how thin she really was. She wasn't anorexic, or so skinny as to have the 'waif' look, but she certainly didn't have any excess muscle or fat. Black flat shoes highlighted her thin ankles, which came up to skinny but smooth calves, visible through the gray hose that she wore. Her dark knit dress hid the outline of the rest of her legs. As she bent to the side to look at a book, I could see the panty line on her thigh. She sat down on the sofa next to me, her elbow touching mine.

She seemed startled, then looked at me with a smile as she pulled her elbow away. A few minutes later her elbow was back, and stayed resting against me for the next half hour. I could feel my heart pounding, and knew that she felt something, too. It was getting close to three-thirty, and Mariya seemed anxious go home. I helped her with her sweater, noticing the smooth line of her neck and the clean, unpolished nails on her hands that came up to straighten the collar.

"I will walk home" she said nervously. "The neighbors, they will maybe see your car." I offered to give her a ride, but she was determined. We only lived a couple of blocks apart, anyway." Thank you very much for taking me to lunch today" she said at the door. I clasped her hand and told her that she was welcome. I watched her walk away, and realized that I was starting to become attracted to a girl that was a baby when I graduated from high school.

I didn't even know how old she actually was. All through that evening, I kept replaying the events of the day in my mind. I recounted her facial expressions, the phrases she used, and most of all I remembered her standing by the bookcase. The weird thing, I thought, was that she is not what most guys would consider to be attractive. Even her personality was subdued. We don't have very much in common, I thought, other than the fact that we just seem to enjoy being together. As I thought about her, I felt the same sense of arousal and subsequent embarrassment that she had inspired in me all of that day. I laughed to myself. It would probably not be a good career move to go to company parties with someone that looked too young to drive, right?

I couldn't help it, though. I was falling for her. She was at the bus stop on Tuesday, and so was I. I was going back to my office downtown. We both grinned when we saw the other. She spoke first. "Thank you again for taking me to eat. I enjoyed it very much." Me too," I said. "I hope that we can do it again sometime." She smiled. "My mother is working every Saturday." Then Saturday would be a good day to spend some time together" I replied, already looking forward to the weekend. We began to show up at the bus stop at the same time everyday.

For Saturday, we had made plans to go to a lunch, then a matinee. She really wanted to see a new comedy romance movie that had just launched a huge advertising campaign. The film wasn't very good, but there were some steamy scenes. I'm not sure that Mariya had ever seen anything like that before. As we were leaving the theater, some girls that looked a little bit older than Mariya stared at us and whispered as we walked by. I think that they were trying to figure out the nature of our relationship, since we really didn't look like brother and sister. After we were in the car, waiting to leave the parking garage, Mariya looked back at the girls, then at me.

She didn't say much on the way back. Once back at my place, we sat in the living room on the sofa. Mariya took off her cheap quilted nylon snow boots, and revealed her long, thin feet covered by navy blue socks. She stared at them, stretched out in front of her." Why with me?" she said, still looking at her feet. With a confused look, I asked her what she was talking about. "I see the way that the many other girls look at you. Why do you wish to be with me?" she said again. "Well," I said, and paused to collect my thoughts, "I really enjoy being with you. I look forward to our time together."

She blushed, still not meeting my eyes. "No, that is not," she said. "That is not. Those other girls are much prettier than me, and are wearing very prettier clothes. They look at you. You should go to the movies with them." She paused, for what seemed a long time. "I see how those other girls look at you," she sadly repeated. I touched her cheek, and her face looked up to meet mine. I bent slowly over, and as her mouth opened slightly, she began to tremble. I gave her a long, light kiss on her thin lips. Her eyes closed. I gave her another, with slightly more pressure, holding her cheek against my palm. I stared at her face, and her eyes opened. She was still trembling.

We sat silently on the sofa for ten minutes. She leaned against my chest while I caressed her head. I played with a single small braid she had made on the right side of her hair, something that seems popular with the girls now. A few minutes later I turned her head and kissed her again. We began to kiss strongly, and my tongue touched hers, gently probing her mouth. She began to hesitatingly explore my mouth with her tongue, and soon we were kissing slowly and deeply. I moved my mouth to her chin, her neck, then her ear. Encircling her ear with my open mouth caused her to lean back against the sofa, stretching her face away from mine, and she began to breathe heavily.

I knew that I was becoming more aroused than I should. I moved my lips back to hers, softly biting her chin and lower lip on my way. We softly kissed again, then I slowly pulled back. "Are you all right?" I asked. "Yes." Perhaps we should get you home," I said as I looked at my watch. She nodded her head. I was not sure how much she knew about male anatomy, but I shifted uncomfortably as I tried to hide the bulge in the front of my pants. I was actually aroused after kissing her, and was desperately trying to remain in control of my physical desires. She got up. Taking her hairbrush from her purse, she went to the bathroom.

"You mentioned that other girls wear prettier clothes than you" while still trying to arrange my pants. "Would you like to go shopping some time?" I didn't hear a response. Getting up, I looked around the corner into the open bathroom where she stood in front of the mirror. I could see the reflection of her face and noticed again the attractiveness of her waist and hips. "I do not buy many clothes," she said, looking at me in the mirror. "My mother does not have a lot of money to spend clothes." I sighed in exasperation. "No, that's not what I mean. I want to take you shopping, and I'll pay for everything. I'd really like to." She looked at me as if I were some sort of hallucination. I didn't wait for an answer.

"Next weekend, if it's OK with you, we'll have lunch and go shopping. I insist. OK?" She nodded and soon followed me back into the living room. As she stood placing the brush back into her purse, I kissed the back of her neck from behind. She froze, leaning slightly back against me. I stayed there, kissing her neck and ear, and heard her breathe deeply. I moved my hands to her stomach, pulling her body close to mine. I allowed myself the brief pleasure of pulling her lightly back against the erection still trying to burst my zipper. After drinking in the barely perceptible talcum-powder scent of her neck, I slowly unclasped my hands and she began to buckle her purse with confused look. After one last long kiss, I opened the door and watched her walk towards the elevator.

That night I went out and drank beer with some guys from work. I didn't tell them about Mariya--what could I say?--but it was good to get out and socialize. Most of the women that I saw, though, seemed like counterfeits compared to the simple honesty of Mariya. I thought about her the whole time. At the bus stop the next morning we stood very close, leaning shoulder-to-shoulder. A brief glance from a lady also waiting at the stop was enough for Mariya to move away in embarrassment. We talked for awhile, mainly about her music instructor and the pieces she had to practice for an upcoming competition. On Thursday I asked her, "Are we still on for Saturday?" and I took her embarrassed shrug, as she bit her lower lip, for a "yes." She called me Friday after work. I told her that I would pick her up the following day as soon as she was ready. On Saturday we had lunch at a Japanese fast-food place, then drove to the mall.

After walking out of the second department store without any purchases, I finally had to tell Mariya to not look at the price tags. She did not want to buy anything as it was all "very much expensive." We went to the last department store in the mall. I bluntly told her to buy several things or I would not be happy. Her taste in clothing turned out to be very traditional. She finally chose a pair of dark green pleated twill pants with a full cut, a natural cotton blouse with embroidery around the collar and cuffs, and a pair of burnished brown woven leather shoes.

I had to go away when she tried items in the dressing room, since she was embarrassed to have me stand outside. Her clothing size tended to be somewhat small, but she was in that awkward adolescent stage, so many items did not fit well. I absolutely insisted that she also buy a coat, as the cheap plastic raincoat that she wore was not very attractive. She had stared several times at the women's trench coats with zip-out linings, so I finally made her try them on right there until she found the right size.

When the cashier rang up the merchandise total, I thought that Mariya was going to faint. Her lovely brown eyes became huge, and she practically shouted "No, it is very much too expensive!" as she tugged on my arm. I told the startled cashier that it was Mariya's birthday, which of course it wasn't, and the clerk smiled at us both. "What the heck," I thought. There were times when I had spent this much money in a single night out, and wasn't nearly as happy as Mariya appeared to be. We walked to the car, and the chill air made us walk faster. As we were driving home she opened each bag and looked. She did seem extremely happy, and I guessed that she had never had this many new clothes before.

"I am very happy to wear these to school," she said as she looked at the new pants. "You are very kind to buy this for me. I still think that other girls are very much prettier and you should be buying for them. But it is so very expensive, I cannot believe." I looked over to her. That was about the most that she had ever said in one sentence. "That's okay," I said. "I'm glad to spend money on something that you really like." She reached over to hold my hand, and her fingers intertwined with mine. She smiled for the rest of the ride home, still peeking into her bags.

When we arrived at my place, we were still a little cold, as the car had not completely warmed up on the drive home. I told her that she was welcome to try on her new clothes while I made some tea. Most women that I knew had always tried on new clothes immediately after buying them, and Mariya was no different. I heard her close the bathroom door and fumble around with her packages.

About ten minutes later she stepped out and sheepishly asked me what I thought. She looked very nice. Her hair was pulled back using one of her new barrettes. Her hair exploded like a wide fishtail behind one shoulder, the dark brown color going well with her blouse. Her fashion instincts, it seems, were very good. I sat down the tea and approached her as she stood in the hallway. She was indeed quite attractive. I looked into her face, held her by the waist, and slowly kissed her. Her arms went around my neck. Still locked in an embrace, I moved against her and her back went up against the closet door. I felt my hips press against hers. I was afraid of scaring her, but our kissing just became rougher, with gasps of air as I began to grind against her. I couldn't help myself, and knew that it was the wrong thing to do, but continued to press against her as we embraced for several minutes.

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The new year had passed long ago on Earth, but our start of the new year was just another day on Arbor. The Arborian New Year started on the first day of spring, the vernal equinox. I chose that propitious day to deal with the alaspore and its master. I wove a new trick out of something Cor showed me how to do using the wind. I wove a cocoon out of moving air as she had shown me. I was able to use it, as she did, as a method of transportation, but I couldn't become the wind as she could, so...

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Hide Seek Winter JenningsChapter 16 A Murder of Crows

Saturday morning breakfast, Walker and Gregory in charge of provisioning. Vanessa smiled at Pilar, “Is Walker still servicing himself?” Sucking his own cock. “Sometimes. Depends on what I’m in the mood for.” Gregory turned to Vanessa, not one whit of embarrassment, “I can’t suck it yet, but I can lick the very tip. Pilar thinks I’ll be able to if I keep practicing.” Vanessa gave him her glorious smile, ‘How often do you practice, honey?” “Every night when I’m home.” Pilar said, “I have...

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Wizards Apprentice 4 the Vale in WinterChapter 7

I woke late and lingered over my campfire and my breakfast. It would take only a half day's riding to get to where I was going, and anytime today would be a fine time with me. The skies had cleared again and it was nice to wait for the chill of the night to abate before setting out. Deak seemed to appreciate it, along with the relaxed pace. He tossed his head now and then and nickered at me softly when he did. Perhaps, like me, he was chasing Vulkai cobwebs out of his mind. Remembering my...

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180 WINTER FINDS HER PLACE IN LIFE

He smiled as the sentence was handed down, Arthur Edward Winter, you have been brought before this court, for a charge of: - Well perhaps it`s not relevant here and to spare his blushes we won`t go into it, but the sentence was seven years, that’s the bit he got loud and clear. And, it must be said, so did his wife, tall willowy and dour Jenny Winter, sat up in the gallery, her face a mask of total disgust, mostly at her husband for getting caught and of course for the fact she would be on her...

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Play Ball Winter JenningsChapter 3 Top Down

Clint called, “Any New York plans yet?” “Remember Vanessa? Tall, good looking. Married.” “I’ll throw in a set of steak knives.” Click. Hey! I’m the one supposed to be hanging up. We invited Cathal Conway and family for Sunday brunch. Riles went with Walker and Pilar back to their room. She may be only 10, but the kids treat her as an equal. Jorge and Javier immediately started roughhousing with Hobo. The Proper Villain jumped up on Juanita’s lap. Cathal accepted his glass of Jamison —...

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Deadly Pursuit Winter JenningsChapter 8 Kernel

My mother called me. At work. First Autumn, now ... Flora Jennings. “Winter, can you come by?” Mom knew I worked, had my own office. But since I was no longer with the KCPD, nor employed by a real company, she simply hadn’t accepted that I do anything worthwhile. In fact, after Reggie left me, and before Vanessa married me, my mother regarded me as ... sad. A loser. Couldn’t keep a man, couldn’t find a real job. So it didn’t surprise me that she would expect me to drop whatever...

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Dark Voyage Winter JenningsChapter 2

I was spending hours with the diminutive, scarlet-haired Sullivan twins, bleary-eyed from the grainy security tapes. Duplicating what more competent investigators with the KCPD were doing. At home, at dinner, I tried to wear a game face for Walker. He had lost Mindy to California, to Stanford, to a more age-appropriate life. I had lost my friend, Mary Packer, but I was determined not to let the gloom prevail. After working all day on her dream restaurant, Euforia, Vanessa was overseeing the...

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The God Pill Winter JenningsChapter 3

Robert ‘Bobsy’ Atwater, as part of his three-patent sale to Hayes-Harris, the venture capital company, became an employee there. He wasn’t a partner, but he was one of seven on the Executive Evaluation team. He sat in on presentations from individuals and companies looking for investment capital. Hayes-Harris took small fliers and big risks, tiny positions and majority ownership. They provided money when they were interested. And money, expertise, guidance, even personnel, when they were...

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Hide Seek Winter JenningsChapter 7 A Siege of Herons

I sent Clint some suggestions for the name of our firm. For incorporation purposes, he would be the equivalent of a CEO, but no one seemed to be interested in titles. To the clients, potential clients, each one of us would be the Indian Chief in our home town. As for a corporate name, I was leaning toward Winter Jennings & Associates, LLC. A second stolen print ended up for sale in Omaha, then a third in Des Moines. Little Rock, Denver, St. Louis. I push-pinned a map and noted that...

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Hide Seek Winter JenningsChapter 15 A Flamboyance of Flamingos

Clint spoke softly, “Does he have a gun?” “No, not in the basement. I don’t think.” Our first words. Clint bundled me in his arms and carried me back inside. He sat me gently on a hall bench and flicked the safety off on his Sig Sauer. Even in my panicked state, I registered his new P320. And I also became conscious of the anguished howls coming up from the basement. Clint opened the door cautiously. He didn’t look away from the stairwell as he asked me, “What did you do to...

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First Do No Harm Winter JenningsChapter 14 Inside Man

Once Fowler started babbling, it became almost anticlimactic. Bear started the video recorder and even Fowler’s voice seemed to have lost its resonance. He confessed without emotion. He answered every question — no longer defiant, no longer any vitality in his voice, his posture. Mr. November was resigned, had given up. The last call he’d made, to Ryder and Mologna — “It’s her. Do it.” — turned out to be an order for them to go back to Richmond. To tear the Barbara Reynolds apartment to...

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Awkwardly Drifting into an Affair

Brent Blake is a happily married man, both proud and satisfied with his wife of four years and she indicates satisfaction with him. But is she proud of him? He suspects not, she’s given him the impression she’d married less than top shelf – or beneath herself as it used to be called. That’s why Brent Blake considers himself a happily married man without indicating he’s in love with his wife. It’s difficult to love someone you suspect doesn’t really love you. Wife Rachel is a librarian and...

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Hard WinterChapter 10 Spring Our expedition to Pickering

It was the day before our expedition to Pickering was due to set off. Kelly, Kirsty, Kat and I were going and we were taking Will Hinds, Harry Wilton and Emma. Jim Bolton was also coming with us. Although he was now quite frail he wanted to feel useful and his military experience would be good for Will and Harry. He still had sharp eyes and would stay with the train on lookout duty. Katie and her group were all travelling and we would use both engines, with the same make up of carriages as...

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Elementary My Dear WatsonChapter 3 Winter Comes Early

At noon on Thursday, Miss Thompson's presence was requested at the principal's office. She arrived to discover a parent seated opposite the principal, dressed conservatively but expensively, with conservative but expensive jewellery. The wedding rings on her hand were expensive, elegant but not ostentatious. The contrast between her and the two educators, both of whom were wearing runners, ankle socks and minor jewellery, could not have been more strong. The Principal herself had decided to...

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The Magic of Winter

Meredith Daulton was running around her house yelling. They’d been given the evacuation order a few minutes ago. The Ranch wildfire was coming and they had twenty minutes to get out.Paul Caruso was packing both the car with computers, legal papers, and some clothes.“My jewelry, “Meredith screamed as she threw a bag at him. “I need that, it’s valuable.”“Is it insured?”“Of course it is...”“Then you don’t need it. I said clothes now, get in the fucking car and let’s GO!”She snatched the bag from...

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As the bright, invasive afternoon sunlight came streaming through my stained (with dust and dirt) glass window, I found myself spooning (and possibly forking) with my new dream girl, Winter Summer, whom I had met earlier at the Public Market. Rubbing my aching jaw from our earlier sexcapades, fearing I might have lockjaw then grinning like an escaped lunatic as I recalled her hairy pussy, suddenly so afraid she might be a werewolf I had to rush out to buy silver bullets (the ammo, not that...

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Winter is Cumming

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Ninas unexpected winter adventure

Nina sat idly flicking through a few magazines while she was waiting for her appointment with the dentist. For the last three years, she and her mates had hit Southern California beaches, where they swam, surfed, danced and drank themselves silly for about three weeks solid.This year Nina wanted something different, a much more relaxing and hopefully a more romantic setting place to visit. She closed her eyes for a moment, maybe somewhere with a lake, mountains, spa, hiking trails, and clear...

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>?> > The coach just returned from his winter retreat with his special > boys. All the boys on the team want to go on the winter retreat of course, > but the coach only selects the very best. The boys who have maintained > strict control and discipline over their exercises and development. No boy > who has shot a load in the last six months gets to go on the winter retreat. > No boy who has spoken to a girl gets to go on the retreat. Only boys who are > totally focused and dedicated to the...

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Hard WinterChapter 2 Autumn A Thief in the Garden

It was the first week of October 2013, I was working in the garden of my cottage on the edge of the Yorkshire Wolds near the coast. I hate gardening, always have done, but after last winter when potatoes reached £120 a pound on the black market, I decided that turning the garden, and a bit of the field behind the garden, with the agreement of the farmer who owned it, into a large vegetable patch was prudent. I was lifting the last of my potato crop and storing them for use during the winter....

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Play Ball Winter JenningsChapter 5 NATO

I eyeballed Sandy Seaver two different ways. From the stands in The K and by tailing him. My first time in a baseball stadium. It was a revelation. An expensive revelation if I’d been paying for everything. Parking, tickets, food, beer. The little magazine that tells you ... um, baseball stuff. And, if I’d had little kids ... all those treats and souvenirs and whatever else they needed. I bet a family of four couldn’t get out of the park for under a couple of hundred bucks. But the scene...

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Play Ball Winter JenningsChapter 7 Guastavino

The kids were hunched over the kitchen table moving black and white stones around a board. Gertie, sipping her Tanqueray, was watching with interest. I said, “What’s this?” Walker, shoehorning pity into a single word — a feat that only a teenager who had a slow mother could master — said, “Go.” I swatted the back of his head, “I know that, dumbbell, why are you playing Go?” Pilar, not looking up, said, “Gertie said that when AlphaGo beat Ke Jie, it was China’s Sputnik moment.” Walker,...

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Deadly Pursuit Winter JenningsChapter 14 Mole

Two parallel investigations — sometimes intersecting, sometimes intertwined. The FBI, supervised by Ash Collins, was focused primarily on illegal weapons — manufacturing and sales. And chasing the gun money, possibly diamonds, around the world. Matt Striker, reporting to Constance Grayson, was all things Meriwether. Their PAC, their possible connections to Wexler and Hoffstatter. And, just maybe their connections to diamonds. I was, for now, relegated to the sidelines. Impatiently so. Ash...

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American Nazis Winter JenningsChapter 16 Goodbye Party

American Snapshot: In Montana it is illegal to guide sheep onto a railroad track with the intent of damaging the train. Vanessa and I agreed to bring Walker and Pilar back home. We couldn’t hide them forever, although Rebecca Montgomery was enjoying their company enormously. But school. Friends. Life. An FBI agent was still posted in the Wrigley lobby. Gunther wouldn’t be able to board the elevator even if he were foolish enough, or desperate enough, to return for another try. Nor would...

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Wizards Apprentice 4 the Vale in WinterChapter 5

The magic of Gaen seems closely bound to music and song while at the same time, Magic and Music each seem to be blooms from very different flowers. Beneath everything, they are very much of the same body. Mathematicians and musicians will both tell you this is true. Wizards will too, if you are in a position to ask them. Threes and fours, apart and in combination, especially in combination, have strong ties to the magic and history of Gaen. These numbers, especially in combination, seemed...

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First Do No Harm Winter JenningsChapter 8 Kansas

Sistine called me herself, bypassing Carmen. “Just heard back from G and G — they’re pretty exercised about something in those Rowley pages you sent to Carmen.” “Want me to go back in?” “Of course not — wouldn’t that be ... um, bending the law?” “Right, stupid thought.” Translation: okay, Winter, get your butt in gear and don your B & E threads. This time, photograph every work-related page you can uncover. Later for you, Nowak. I had a Dr. Samantha Rowley problem. The first time...

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The Winter of the Danes

I, Asser, monk of St Davids in the land of Cymru, have preserved these writings. I collected many such stories in the service of my friend and master, Ælfred, whom men are now calling 'The Great.' Some stories I used in my scholarly work, The Life of King Ælfred. Perhaps you have read it? These tales you now find here were unsuitable for such a book but may hold sufficient interest for the reader to be worth recording. Great Ælfred now is dead these nine years and the land of...

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A Night with Hayden Winters Ch 01

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Pasayten PeteChapter 7 Winter Lodge

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The Mutually Beneficial Affair

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One Mans Affair

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An Innocent Affair

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Little girl doing winter swimming and lot of sex1

This was thrilling experience to see brave young girl doing her outside nude activities in cold day, even it happened on 22 March, during school spring break, weather was like in winter, -10 (15 F) degrees and windy. My friend Paul, Head of the Ice Swimming Club invited me to witness young girl's exceptional durability to cold weather, but I saw much more than I expected. I was really frightened even to see girl's schedule for this windy day, which excluded much activities outside, but...

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This was thrilling experience to see brave young girl doing her outside nude activities in cold day, even it happened on 22 March, during school spring break, weather was like in winter, -10 (15 F) degrees and windy. My friend Paul, Head of the Ice Swimming Club invited me to witness young girl's exceptional durability to cold weather, but I saw much more than I expected. I was really frightened even to see girl's schedule for this windy day, which excluded much activities outside, but...

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