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		<title>THE SET UP</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The message on Armondo&#8217;s answering machine sounded urgent, but when he realized it was just from Velma Ford, he plopped down on the sofa and started going through his mail. The usual junk mingled in with a few bills, &#8220;Nothing interesting,&#8221; he said to himself, as the phone started ringing. &#8220;Hello,&#8221; he answered, &#8220;Armondo here!&#8221; [...]]]></description>
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		<title>TREATMENT</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The intercom buzzed on Miss Watkins&#8217; desk, and a the soft voice of Dr. Winters nurse, Andrea Hartman, requested that the next patient be sent to the examining room. &#8220;Okay, Miss Mitchell, follow me please,&#8221; Miss Watkins ordered, as she held the open the door to the hall way leading to the examining rooms. &#8220;Sit [...]]]></description>
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		<title>HOUSE GUESTS</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I think that you&#8217;re perverted,&#8221; Dina said to her husband, Alan, &#8220;spying on our guests, you must be out of your mind!!!&#8221; Alan snickered while he fine tuned the monitor that was receiving a live feed from the guest bedroom! &#8220;Oh loosen up, Dee,&#8221; he replied in an exasperated voice, &#8220;don&#8217;t try and tell me [...]]]></description>
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		<title>EMBARRASSED</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The hurt always seemed to be just below the surface, ready to be torn open with even the most innocent of comments. She remembers as if it were just yesterday, her high school days, the snide remarks by her &#8220;friends&#8221;, the cruel barbs that left permanent scars! She especially thought of those days when she [...]]]></description>
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		<title>ADDICTED</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Where&#8217;s Joanna,&#8221; asked Peggy, &#8220;she&#8217;s always late?!?&#8221; Judith smirked a little and responded cattily, &#8220;Doesn&#8217;t Frank have Wednesdays off, if he does, I think we all know what she&#8217;s up to!!!&#8221; The three at the table all chuckled at that one, but it was Susan who came to Joanna&#8217;s defense when she opined, &#8220;Let&#8217;s not [...]]]></description>
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		<title>THE LESSON</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Geesh,&#8221; Marge said to herself as she hopped out of bed and padded off to the bathroom, &#8220;this is three nights in a row for this,&#8221; while plopping her plush bottom on the toilet seat and relieving her bladder of its contents. She flushed the john and was almost to her bedroom door when she [...]]]></description>
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		<title>CAPTURED</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Blair Ryan unpacked her over night bag and smoothed out her dresses before hanging them up in the hotel closet. She wandered over to the window and looked out over the Tel Aviv skyline below and commented out loud, &#8220;A whole week in the Holy Land, I can hardly believe I&#8217;m here!!!&#8221; She was scheduled [...]]]></description>
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		<title>ALLISON&#8217;S STORY: PART THREE</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[For the next week or so, Vic and Allison spent the majority of their time in bed, taking turns satisfying each others enormous sex drive! Allison found out that Vic came from a very wealthy family, so she was able to quit her waitress job and devote all of her time to her lover! Allison [...]]]></description>
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		<title>THE GIFT</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Rachel Gimbel pulled into the church parking lot while glancing at her watch, it was early in the morning, about six a.m., so she should have the whole place all to herself. Rachel was a volunteer worker who once a week took a turn cleaning and vacuuming the offices and Sunday school rooms. Having never [...]]]></description>
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		<title>THE PAINTER</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 May 2006 09:14:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;All finished, Mr. Hancock, how do you think it looks,&#8221; asked Steve. Bob Hancock surveyed the freshly painted walls and opined, &#8220;Great job my boy, we hadn&#8217;t had a good paint job in over ten years, and the place was pretty dreary!&#8221; &#8220;Good,&#8221; Steve replied, &#8220;I&#8217;ll just get all my equipment out of here and [...]]]></description>
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