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We're coming out of somewhere a late movie or dinner and it's
pouring outside, the kind of rain that soaks you all the way to your shoes
in the first minute. I grab her hand and we run down the street trying to
stay dry. We duck into a dark little doorway both of us are soaked all the
way through and she's shivering. It's so dark that I can't really see her
except with the lightning. The storm has driven every one inside and the
street is deserted.
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The first sensations to penetrate my drug-induced coma were of an
incredibly sensuous type. An extraordinary heat was effusing from my loins
along with an indescribably pleasing tingling from my chest.
It was only the perception of something being repeatedly, and
uncomfortably, rammed down my throat...
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Jim first met Brad the day they moved into the dorm together, and
was immediately intimidated by him. Brad had the kind of rare
good looks that all the girls publicly extolled and all the guys
secretly admired while carefully pretending to be oblivious of.
His jet-black hair framed his Tom Cruise...
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Chapter One
Claudius Hopper, known locally as `Claude' ambled down the very center of
the dusty street. It had become his usual path as avoiding the wooden
sidewalks, and the dark alleys that opened between the various buildings,
had become a necessity since the other boys his age had discovered...
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Chapter 1 :
Sam Gordon drove to the neighborhood bar about 8:30 that Thursday night.
The bar was only a couple blocks away, but a guy never knew when he'd get
lucky.
It wasn't as if Sam wanted to get drunk or anything. It was just that
there was nothing worth watching on the tube...
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Dakota Joe was what the head man of the cattle roundup was called.
His first name was probably Joe and he was either from Dakota or there was
some good story behind his name but I was not really interested enough to
find out. I had found many months before when I had fled the state of
South Carolina...
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