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Poor Little Rich GirlsChapter 9 Eat Your Heart Out World

Alice awoke first. It took her a few minutes to recollect where she was and why. The hint of a rosy glow remained with her and Sue, sleeping benignly next to her. A smile etched on her lovely face. Alice slowly leaned down and with just the very tip of her tongue touched just the extreme tip of Sue's nipple. The electric shock brought a wave over Alice and she squirmed. She continued her interest in the sensitive nipples of the sleeping beauty, although Sue began to stir after that first...

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Hearts on FireChapter 6

The smell of coffee brewing and bacon cooking awoke Sam. She opened her eyes and stretched. A feeling of great euphoria rushed over her and she smiled. All of her upbringing told her that what had happened last night was wrong. However, every other part told her it was so right. It was like she had an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. They were arguing right and wrong. But, she couldn't tell which position the angel or the devil was taking. Sam got out of bed and put her robe...

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My Mom s Fuzzy HeartChapter 3

I carried her directly into the bedroom and set her down gently onto the bed, pulling the covers partially off and then helping her to move onto the sheets, pulling the spread and top sheet on down after I had. It would be the first time I could ever remember sleeping in Mom's bed with her and from the way she was acting, I felt that I was about to have a memorable night in it. I'd procured the memory of a lifetime out on the couch and I was having a hard time believing my luck. When I...

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Lightning in a BottleChapter 45 The Heart of the Matter

October 13, 1983 It was late afternoon; I was through with classes for the day. I was on my way out of the apartment, bound for practice, when the phone rang. I considered ignoring it and continuing onward, but thought better of it. Upon answering, I was greeted by a most welcome voice. "So, Mr. O'Malley, what's this I hear about you? Someone else is calling you 'Dreamy' now?" "Patti!" I exclaimed. Then I laughed as I told her, "It sure sounds like you've been talking to a...

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My Mom s Fuzzy HeartChapter 5

What, me sleepy; you can forget that. I was just resting on top of Aunt Jenny, with one of her nipples in my mouth. Then I remembered her nipples were smaller than Mom's, even though her titties were a little bigger. "Mom, why are your nipples bigger than Jenny's, while her breasts are a little bigger than yours?" "You." "Huh?" "You sucked mine all out of shape, when you were breast feeding," she said, and laughed. "Out of shape, they're not out of shape, I like them fine,...

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Heart ConditionChapter 3

December 7, 2012 "May I help you sir?" I was already taken aback by her beauty as I walked into the small real estate office on Main Street in Kinsale, but when she said those words it was as if an angel had spoken. Well that is if an angel had an Irish accent. Dark shoulder length auburn hair, emerald eyes, an Irish peaches and cream complexion, dressed in a festive cashmere red sweater which did nothing to hide a pair of very nice breasts. The rest of her was hidden behind a medium...

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Heart ConditionChapter 5

December 8, 2011 Clare Boothe Luce said, "No good deed goes unpunished?" I'd spent over twelve-thousand Euros furnishing, repairing and refurbishing Mary's Cottage and what did I have to show for it? On the plus side I now had a home that suited me, filled with comforts like new appliances and furniture, Wi-Fi and upgraded wiring. The roof no longer leaked and the chimney no longer belched smoke into the front room. And of course there was the scorching kiss from Moira Dugan. Moira was...

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Heart ConditionChapter 6

December 23, 2011 I didn't get much sleep that night. A couple of aspirin didn't help with the throbbing in my leg. Even down and drunk Colin Flaherty could swing a mean arm. Thank goodness that was the only time he connected. I kept replaying the fight and the awful knowledge that he had killed Teresa's husband nagged at me. I didn't know what I would do with that knowledge I certainly couldn't tell Teresa. In fact there was no way to explain to anyone how I knew anyway and I certainly...

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The Collar Around the HeartWednesday Afternoon

"Clothes shopping for a girl!" I thought gloomily as I left the house, collar in tow. I did not really know where to start looking, but there was that shop in the arcade with the white window-display dummies. It had caught my eye before, so maybe we could begin there. Except for the collarserve it was empty. This was surprising at 3.00 pm on a weekday, but I suspected it was not crowded at the best of times. Anne stopped as we walked in the entrance, eyes wide. "So, what do you need?" I...

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The Collar Around the HeartSaturday Afternoon

My Mother had arranged a final dancing lesson for me, a special one-to-one session just to polish up my technique. (The things that woman would do to make sure I made a good showing tonight!) It was just old Moxley, though, at the school, so I did not mind too much. And I could take Annie — just for someone to practice with, of course. I already knew that Annie could handle herself. I had given her a spin yesterday, up in my bedroom with my bed shoved to one side. The drawing room was easily...

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The Collar Around the HeartVery Early Sunday Morning

The night air was cold, and the wind had whipped the dark clouds overhead into tattered streamers. The car park was around the corner, five minutes walk away. After only a moment's hesitation, I slipped off my jacket to put it over Penny's shoulders. Mrs. Jones noticed out of the corner of her eyes and even in the dark I saw her raise her eyebrows at me. Penny just grinned in thanks and pecked me on the cheek. "Hey, the old clichés are the best," I explained. "I'm not complaining —...

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A Well Lived Life 2 Book 4 ElyseChapter 9 Dagger in the Heart

March 25, 1990, Chicago, Illinois “How was church this morning?” Jessica asked when Kara and I arrived at the hospital on Sunday afternoon. “I always feel good when I leave there,” I said. “The music, incense, icons, and everything just work together to give me peace.” The three of us exchanged hugs and kisses. “Did Jesse go?” “Yes! Do you think I’d be alive if he found out that Kara and I went to church and didn’t at least offer to take him?” Jessica laughed, “Probably not. How was the...

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Purple HeartChapter 5 Hurdles

Moralez sat at a table in the gym, leaning over a toy barn. He dropped a wooden block shaped like a star into a matching hole, then picked up a circle in his prosthetic hand, manipulating the wooden shape in his fingers and inserting it into the appropriate slot. This was a toy for toddlers, he didn’t see the point of it. Kaisha hovered nearby, recording data on her tablet computer. “The dexterity is really amazing,” she said as she observed him. “I might have to ask the imaging wing to...

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Purple HeartChapter 7 And Tooth for Tooth

Kaisha had not been too late to work, and Moralez had been overjoyed to hear that his operation had been scheduled for later that day. There had been complications with another patient, and his slot had been bumped up. He wasted the rest of his morning wandering the station. He couldn’t eat in preparation for the surgery, vomiting while under anesthetic could kill him, and so he eyed the sandwich shop longingly as he passed it on the way to the recreation center. He spent a couple of hours...

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An Unknown AttractionChapter 7 A Crisis and a Change of Heart

The conversation pretty much broke up after the girls finished teasing me about my fear of commitment, both to them and to my role in this whole thing. We got into a more in-depth discussion about our new abilities, although trying to communicate with dear little Anh Ngo was agonizingly slow. Clearly she knew some English words but she simply didn’t trust herself to misspeak in front of me, so I bore with it. Victoria (or Vicky as I’d taken to calling her) was just a cutie, so it made it all...

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