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all this led to. I couldn't have known it early that
night, but I was about to walk into a strange land
of the mind that I couldn't have imagined if I hadn't
been there. I'd always liked Ellen's brother. He likes
the Army, almost seeming to be married to it. He looks
like he stepped from a recruiting poster - brutal
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Ellen is beautiful. Having lived the first 18 years
of my life in a military orphanage, I would have been
expected to have cared as much for the Marines; but
I didn't, even after nine years in the Corps before
becoming a civilian engineer. Now, I think better
of it in retrospect, tending to remember only the
good parts. Roger, though, free
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the next jump from an airplane, the ten-mile runs,
and all the unquestioned spousal rape regimen that
had once irritated the hell out of me. Like Ellen,
he never swears, doesn't smoke, and drinks nothing
alcoholic but a couple of glasses a wine a month,
maybe even less. He laughs easily, never complains,
and never runs out of jokes. Ellen of course had told
me about the incident with her brother, which fascinated
me. During his second night of his three- day visit
with us, we were real rape photos swimming in our
backyard pool while Roger was out jogging. The moon's
narrow sliver of gold hung in the black sky. The distant
dining room's small window of light spilled across
the trimmed lawn and onto the dark waters of the swimming
pool, providing the only other illumination. Ellen
swam to the pool ladder, grasped a rung, and said,
"I think I know now why I'm often attracted to men
a few years younger than me." It was out of the blue;
we hadn't even been talking about Roger. I started
to ask why but somehow knew exactly what she was thinking.
I acknowledged, "Because of your brother." I raised
my eyebrows questioningly. "Right?" She nodded affirmatively
and giggled, "Too weird for words, isn't it?" She
clambered up the ladder, stripped off her swimsuit
and lifted her hip-length beach robe from the pool
deck. I paddled back a couple of feet from the pool's
rim, looked up at her as she was toweling off, and
suggested, "Why don't you tell him?"
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As she dressed in the hallway, her two witnesses giggled
and knocked on the next door. She had two more pairs
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Her evening was progressing about the same. She gave
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their underwear. She was having a fairly successful
evening up to the last room. She had dreaded this
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thus for in the day and she did have a whole week
to get her prizes. But the small voice inside her
head urged her to get it over with.
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Porn story #3
Billy hated being a flight attendant,
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