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One finds that their kink is not appropriate in the workplace. At least, it was if your workplace was a leading Catholic university. Milner's wasn't. But it appeared the same rules

One might think that chasing tail every night might lead one in circles, but that’s only if one fails to consider thst, upon catching said tail, one earns the right have said tail

I have twenty cupcakes. Twenty chocolate desserts topped with dark icing up rolled up neatly in twenty matching wrappers. Twenty. My number of targets just increased to twenty one

It happened again. Not really. It was a different anvil and it hit me in a different part of my head. But it did seem very reminiscent of the other time an anvil fell on my head.

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To break the barrier was next to impossible in the dictionary. As it was in real life right now. It was done pretty regularly now. But nobody had come back. They were overshooting

Ucish had tried to breach the barrier countless times in his youth. It had been 57 years since she'd tried. They were done with it. Until Col. Taylor's hat flew out of the barrier.

The hat was still wet from when he put it down on the counter, in a puddle of coffee. A puddle of coffee 59 years ago. He hadn't noticed it. She didn't notice until he was leaving.

She had mentioned it when she was originally questioned about the incident. The wet hat. But it was never brought up during any of the official investigations. Nor in their orders.

Joan of Arkship Orleans hoped her sacrifice to the burnt offerings stage of development on this planet would be kindly noted in the annals of humanity's diaspora across the galaxy.

“Looks like another case of remote trepanning gone awry,” Detective Joe Mima said over his shoulder to his partner, Detective Felicia “Nematode” Pnemnahdhotte Von O’MacDougal. “How

As I watched my baby cousin open a Christmas present while wearing a mask I’m stuck by the realization that this is the Christmas of 2020 she’ll be talking about to her grandkids.

Vivica Vlasic sat in the darkbright sipping some haphazardly found concoction the shamans say nothing about. They charged through the nose. Sometimes the tickle almost wasn't worth

His skin hadn't seen the sun in 13 years. He wasn't about to let that go for naught over this upstart floozy of a queen from the Red Planet. He hated that it had to be voted upon.

The cannibals and headhunters were at it again. The cannibals brought out the old chestnut about headhunters wasting good food. The headhunters called the cannibals ass eaters. It

I felt rather humiliated by the fact that Jack Shark waltzed into the locker room at the exact moment I had dropped my pants to get anabolic steroids injected into each ass cheek

He sat in the dark corner of the room, brooding, broad-shouldered beastly man with the task of waiting for her to return home from work so that he could threaten to kill her if she

Vivica Vlasic was looking out far horizons. She remembered at 13 when she started noticing the looks. How long they had been going on before she noticed was besides the point. Then

In theory that meant we had a green light to proceed. Which we tried to do. Nothing. We both took our keys out. I read the Protocols again. It was supposed to launch my pretties. I