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TIME MATTERS Anita closed her eyes and read the screen. Good, no messages. Her secretary would still be asleep in Hong Kong so she had two hours before the mail started. She could dictate a couple of legal notices if necessary, while walking but she didn’t want to. She shivered with anticipation. She was going for a walk, in the open, for the first time! Standing on a promontory and stretched to her full height, she could see the glittering sapphire blue of the Atlantic in the distance. In between, falling gently away down to the coastal p...
Just Before DawnbyAnne Olivant 'I can't stop! I've got to pu. . !' 'No, no Mariella!" interrupted a voice from her nether regions, 'you can't yet. Pant! And pant. And pant. Good girl, that's better.' Some five metres away, two figures made invisible by the blackness snuggled deeper into their insufficient coverings and watched the dim light rocking to and fro. 'Wonder what they're doin?' asked one. 'Don't ask!' the other replied, with a smoker's cackle. 'And pant. And pant....
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Menage à TroisbyAnne Olivant 1084 Words He’s got another woman. I could tell the minute he walked in. The smell was all over him. He gave me a funny look. “What’s up with you then?” he asked, but I didn’t say anything. We’ve been together four years and he’s the centre of my life. I thought I was the centre of his, until now. I wasn’t exactly off the streets, but I came with nothing. That never seemed to bother him. “You’ve got nothing on paper but you've got class,” were his words and ...
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