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Shelby sat at the dinner table staring at her half full glass contemplating about her encounter with Mark earlier in the day.
"There's no way I can do this . " She thought to herself quietly.
Contrary to her minds mixed emotions, her body was telling her a different story. Every thought of his handsomely rugged face sent a shiver down her spine as she remembered the days events.
*Thomas and Thomas Law Firm : 12:00 pm July 7th, 2016*
" Here he comes" whispered Shelby to herself, as she watched Mark running outside of the glass windows to there shared office space.
Mark stood 6'3 ft, probably weighed 200 pounds and always had a smile on his face. He'd graduated top of his class at NYU, made senior partner before reaching 35, and still made time to do charity work at the local Community Garden every weekend. Not to mention, he was still somehow single, even though Shelby had witnessed more than one hopeful maiden take the leap to ask him out on a date. Yet, he always turned them down for one reason or the other, never giving more detailed answers than:
" I'm sorry, but I'm not looking for a relationship right now".
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She'd worked with Mark for nearly a year now as the office manager and they'd built up a pretty fond friendship in there time together. By no accounts was Shelby a bad looking women either. Though she didn't run to the office every morning she kept her slight 130 pound frame in top shape with a few yoga classes a week and keeping her diet as well balanced as possible. Being office manager at one of the top law offices in the city was no small task either. The hours were long and a single mistake could ruin the entire company name, but she was great at it and loved every
As Cliff walks into the Kit Kat club he enters the world of promiscuous uninhibited dancers, and people of the like. Men approach him to dance, and women entice him with their charms. He obviously wasn’t all that accustomed to this kind of happening, but he didn’t shy away from it. The first night he lived this almost unreal experience, he met a woman. Sally was a one of a kind woman of her time, being on her own, making her own living, whether that living be on stage or with a man who suits her interest for a while.
... But the very passions themselves were aroused within her soul, swaying it, lashing it, as the waves daily beat upon her splendid body. She trembled, she was choking, and the tears blinded her”
Colin Singleton, a child prodigy, was fixated on only dating girls named Katherine. At only seventeen years of age, Colin had dated nineteen girls named Katherine, in a row. Not only had Colin’s life been revolved around Katherines, but also around becoming a genius. Furthermore, he wanted to create the Theorem of Underlying Katherine Probability, a theorem that would predict the future of a relationship that is meritorious. Colin wants to make a difference and find his place in the world. “I just want to do something that matters. Or be something that matters. I just want to matter” (Green 94).
Manuel shrugged. “Well, I was in kind of a hurry—there were people on the docks—and I didn’t think of it, okay? You know, you guys can be so demanding. I have to think of everything. Okay, ladies first.” He picked up Shelby and helped her climb into the barrel.
Ethan woke ill. He despised being sick . He was enjoying the erotic dreams had about the beautiful woman from the clinic. The captivating enchantress held his attention from the second he'd laid eyes on her. She was a curvy BBW with seductive eyes, long silky hair, full, luscious lips and curves in all the right places.
Attracted to? Curious? For what seemed to be a brief moment of time, Lydia and the unknown girl made eye contact, when caused chills to run along Lydia's skin. Lydia knew what she was feeling.
His flinty stare bore into her soul. Her pulse beat in an irregular tempo, pounding the word “coward” through her
Despite her morning thoughts, she and everyone else knew how gorgeous she actually was. With her hair done, face fresh, clean, made-up, and new clothes to show off, she headed out the door and jumped into her car. She sped down to the nearest Starbucks, just like she did every morning. She finally got to school, still getting used to how different things looked compared to her old one. Carissa was still not used to her dad’s line of work, even though it was the fourth time his company had hired him.
smell. It was the kind of smell that made her want to curl up next to him. She
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Imagine being set up on a blind date by a best friend and not knowing one thing about the guy? Well, Jane was in that situation thanks to a close best friend of hers who thought it was a good idea. Jane was not only nervous, but also scared of who the guy might be. The date was at a fancy restaurant on Mulberry Street at 8 o’clock that Friday night. She had a couple of hours to get ready and get her daily duties done. She figured that she might as well go on the date since her friend worked hard to get the plans and reservations. All Jane wanted was to find the perfect man, be happy, and to enjoy life; to do this, she had to take the chance that she dreading to do.
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She was sitting in other side of the hall and looking at his blonde short hair, clean wide chin and bright skin. He reminded to her a picture of a German soldier she once saw in history book. Only that soldier was smiling.
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