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		<title>Tunnel of Love 2</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2009 15:49:09 +0000</pubDate>
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Charybdis whisked the male (he had given her his name as Pedr before she pulled him beneath the water) to the chamber deeper in her cave, where she kept her memorabilia &#8211; some treasures, some trinkets, some bones. A narrow crack in the ceiling allowed fresh air and a glimmer of moonlight, but no sound [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Tunnel of Love 1</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Charybdis woke from a long nap to the sound of gentle lapping reverberating in her water. It wasn&#8217;t the constant slush of the tide against the rocks of her sea cave &#8211; it was steadier, and hollow. It was foreign, yet familiar.
She uncurled from her favorite crevice and stretched away weeks of sleep, sending the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>With a Side of Cheeseburgers 3</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Then she shook her head &#8211; &#8220;Oh, never mind!&#8221; &#8211; and before Ryan knew what had happened, he saw the ceiling spin above him, and he was flat on his back in the middle of her bed. The cushion sank around him as her knees dug in on either side of his head, and then [...]]]></description>
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		<title>With a Side of Cheeseburgers 2</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 03:16:59 +0000</pubDate>
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Her breath smelled heavily of cheeseburgers now &#8211; of grease and cheese and salt and onions and tomatoes &#8211; but even with the undertone of meat Ryan didn&#8217;t mind one bit. It came out heavy and hastily as she kissed him. Her kissing style was anything but restrained &#8211; it was noisy, and wet, and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>With a Side of Cheeseburgers 1</title>
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Ryan hustled into the bathroom as quickly as the heavy door would let him, and was unzipping his fly even before he&#8217;d reached the urinal. He fell against the wall above the flush handle and let out a long-held sigh of relief as an uncharacteristic flood streamed out of him and down the porcelain wall. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Caracois</title>
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The basso profundo horns sounded in the distance, echoing through the jungle valleys. There was no rest from the horns any more, not even in the daylight. That the jungle was silent besides only made the trumpeting more unsettling; except for the rustle of the the wind in the upper levels of the canopy, there [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Better Off Dead &#8211; 3</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 04:01:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She reached over to the side of the bed, and I don&#8217;t know what she did, but a moment later the locked door opened and the two ewe sheep came in with a box. The cow scooped me up as easily as if I were a child, and held me to her chest while the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Better Off Dead &#8211; 2</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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Things went quickly after that. They Customer Service agent who picked up the phone had deep, smokey, feminine voice that I imagined belonged to some tropical alligator. She was efficient on the phone and very professional. I tried to get her to stop calling me sir, but she laughingly insisted. Once I told her about [...]]]></description>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 03:58:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I cried while I clicked through the porn.
Actually, it was art, not porn. At least, it was on an art site, but it was porn to me. I was too jaded to look at the real art any more, and too cowardly to buck up the thirty Q for a real porn site, and risk [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bed and Breakfast &#8211; 2</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 03:47:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Marguerite&#8217;s car was one of those tiny hatchbacks no one in America buys &#8211; the kind that makes a Focus look roomy &#8211; and it smelled of incense. She drove far too quickly along a winding, hilly road that cut a ditch through the countryside, with only one casual hand on top of the wheel. [...]]]></description>
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