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Weekly Contest #14
No Extradition Treaty “How’d it go?” She cocked her head to one side and got a slight sneer on her face. “How do you think it went? Older man, younger woman, body much better than his wife has. Also, I did manage to brush my ‘bigger than your step-mama’s’ boobs against his arm a couple of times. Dropped a couple of subtle hints, and he was all over me.” “On the couch in his den, right?” “Sure. Just like you planned it.” “Great I’ll get tape over to Jeff’s and get a few still prints off of it. He’s got all the equipment to do it.” “You know...
Wailing Squaw When Jimmy and Travis first heard the noise, they didn’t know what to think. They weren’t sure what it even sounded like, because they had never heard anything like it before. They just knew it was loud and scary. Both boys lay in their tent quivering in their sleeping bags and wondering what to do. The two twelve year olds always wanted to go camping by themselves, and they finally convinced their parents to let them make this trip. It wasn’t a long trip, just a few hundred feet behind Jimmy’s parent’s house close to Wellfor...
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Happy Birthday, Baby Half a dozen servers gathered around Vince's table and sang a jazzed-up version of Happy Birthday to him. There was a lot of hand clapping and stomping of feet. He shot his wife an I-thought-we-agreed-to-not-do-this-kind-of-crap look, but smiled at the singers. He politely said, "Thank you," when they finished. One of them reminded him of his secretary, Alfreda. Al as she preferred to be called. She might have liked a masculine name, but she was all woman, something Vince discovered a month after she came to work for hi...
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