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The doorbell rang and Sheila answered it. “Oh, Mandy,”
she said, “I’m so glad you stopped by! Come on back to
the kitchen. What a coincidence. My husband was just
saying that, since I’d mentioned you so often, he’d
like to meet you. And here you are!”
“Yes, here I am,” Mandy laughed. “Are you sure I
haven’t met your …
On June 22, 2000 a man, armed with a handgun, entered a grocery store in the town of Reed in Desha County and demanded money from the owner, George Barnes sr.
At gunpoint, the man took Barnes s money bag, and then he told Barnes to hand over the keys to his truck. Barnes kept the truck keys, and the …
Read More →It was late morning when she climbed out of bed, and headed for the shower. An hour later washed and fed and feeling fully refreshed her mind went to the photo shoot. It had been a while since she had even worn a swimming costume let alone model them, she went to the bedroom and pulled her costumes from her …
Read More →The beautiful Asian bank teller cringed as the huge
black customer appeared before her to make a deposit.
Being a minority herself, Cindy believed all people
should be treated equally and had no hatred towards
blacks, but this giant black man gave her the shivers.
She cringed at this coal black monster who grinned at
her, felling as if his …
One afternoon, Amy was working away in her home office
at the computer. Or, at least she was at the computer.
Instead of working, she was in a chat room, talking with
strangers about all sorts of naughty things.
She was chatting with a man who described himself as
tall, dark and handsome, and the talk steadily got
steamier and …
A story about the drunken wife who is mauled by three
men.
Sometime back I read a story on the net about how a
person took his wife to a friend’s house where she
didn’t know most of the people. There, he got his wife
drunk and then lifted her skirt to show her panties to
everyone. That story got …
I never would have taken the art appreciation class if
my friends hadn’t convinced me that it was a snap. “Hey,
it’s Art in the Dark, man. All you do is watch a bunch
of bogus slides in the dark.” Cool, I thought.
I picked a seat in the last row. It was dark, farthest
from the prof and closest …