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If there was an art to looking sexy at the beach, Heather hadn’t mastered it. She imagined emerging from a calm sea with slick hair and a glistening body, hips swaying as she strode to shore. Instead, she stepped on a sharp shell and screeched like a parrot. An incoming wave hit the back of her knees as she hopped in pain, and she buckled. The roiling water crashed over her body and sent her tumbling toward shore with the churning sand, depositing her on the beach in a tangled mess of limbs and hair.“WIPEOUT!” Beau screamed next to her ear. It was his new favorite word, and he’d said it at lea...
Anyone Want to Come Yachting?
We’ve been betting against each other for years. Mike won a car from Sid, Pete won a cruise to the Caribbean Islands from Dave, I put in a bid for Jason’s wife - but it was shouted down; “That’s against the rules, Andy! What if you won? You’d take his wife home with you?”Every time we meet we have these crazy sessions. We’re all young and well-off. All made big money on the stock exchange, casinos, and other places where normal people fear to tread. We like spending our money and we enjoy gambling with it. I’m the youngest in the group - 32 to be exact. Single and rolling in dough. Won a smal...
A Deed for a Deed
Martin with a trembling body, with blood red eyes, with sorrow and excitement, he said “I accept the dare!”. Martin Jackson, from Brooklyn was an orphan who lived a harsh life, withstanding all hardships, sufferings and hunger. He worked in a construction site and earned very little but he was determined to be rich. In his expedition of making money, he www.onedoor.ccmet a man who fell deeply ill; he grew weak and had a frail body. The man had it all; tons and tons of mesmerizing wealth but he failed in attaining something simple, happiness. After witnessing his life Martin understood that wealth wasn’t the...
"It's Too Late"
“It’s Too Late"The library has always been an old haunt of mine. I’ve used my local library and others for many years. There is something about a library that is so homely; maybe it’s the smell of old books that gives this psychological effect. I feel Libraries are a gold mine of information. I’ve used them for my college days, for just pleasure and to find out the answer to things of interest. I have even had an excuse to go into a library just to escape the heavy rain. Take last Thursday, for instance; it must have been about five-thirty in the evening. I was walking down a street in the cit...