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Football Girl ~ Chapter 11

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I started undressing; after taking off my top, I felt a strong urge to scratch my chest, but couldn’t get at my nipples because of the strapping.

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Working Girl ~ A Day In The Life ~Final Chapter

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I stared at the fly going round and round the light bulb. I think it was a she fly but that might just be my flight of fancy.
 
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Football Girl ~ Chapter 9

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Gazing out of the window, I could see some boys playing football on one of the pitches in the distance. In a way I envied them because they could be just themselves and enjoy playing the game.

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Football Girl ~ Chapter 8

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I looked around me, people were pointing at me and I could definitely hear ‘who the hell is that kid?’ from behind me and then I stifled another nervous giggle when I heard a high pitched voice say, ‘Daddy, why can’t I sit in the dugout like that boy?’

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Working Girl ~ A Day In The Life

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The alarm went off, sounding like a amplified version of Big Ben and my head nearly came off with the noise.
After throwing the clock across the room, my heart rate dropped from an estimated two and a half thousand to a mere two hundred. With some reluctance, I cracked one of my sticky eyes open.
 
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Football Girl ~ Chapter 5

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I walked through. Josie was sitting on the sofa glancing through the girlie magazine I had left there. She looked up and, at the sight of me, dropped the magazine on her lap. She was frowning and her mouth was open...

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Love Hurts

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She was a woman in her late twenties, long straight blond hair, blue eyes, button nose and nice full lips. She was quite thin and her legs were slim and shapely. Black sheer stockings and three inch court shoes enhanced the shape of her legs.

 

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Billy Two Shoes ~ A Christmas Story

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The little lad was small for his age, ten years and one month, and was unusual in as much as he could read and write–not very well, but better than his father Albert, the woodcutter
 
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Football Girl ~ Chapter 3

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‘Hello, Mum. It’s me … Mark.’

The alarm on my mobile went off, waking me from a dream that upset me somehow. I couldn’t even remember the details but it involved my mum, step father and me having a row in the middle of the pitch at Melchester in front of thousands of fans…

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Love Hurts ~ Part 1

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She was a woman in her late twenties, long straight blond hair, blue eyes, button nose and nice full lips. She was quite thin and her legs were slim and shapely. Black sheer stockings and three inch court shoes enhanced the shape of her legs.

 

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Football Girl ~ Chapter 2

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‘Hello, Mum. It’s me … Mark.’

‘Mark, you shouldn’t be ringing me, you know that your dad will get angry,’ whispered mum, sounding a bit frightened.

‘Why are you whispering?’

‘Your dad’s sleeping, he might wake up and hear me.’

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George and Catherine

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George Baker looked at the newspaper clipping in his hand, just to confirm the address.

He walked down the busy street, passing various shops on the way to his destination. As he walked, he reflected on things.

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Orphan ~ 25

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I woke suddenly…something wet was on my face...I screamed!

I brushed the wet thing off of my face and could see Petra standing there, giggling.

‘Petra!’ that’s not funny; it’s not nice to put a cold wet flannel on someone’s face!’

 

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Shivers up the spine and goose pimples

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I was on the M25 the other day on the way to picking up my significant other from Mummy in Law.

For those lucky enough not to live in, near, around or have to encounter the M25, it is the motorway that bypasses London. You can go all around it and pick your exit to bring you near to your destination without having to go through London.

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Where are we from?

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Me being an inquisitive little devil I got to thinking again.

As I doodled away drawing matchstick men and girls on a piece of paper (not as good as Lowry, but I live in hope) whilst waiting for my digestive juices to awaken; I thought to myself a somewhat profound thought....Where do we all come from?

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As soon as I got home from work, I changed into Debra.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I sat down at my dressing table and put on my favourite makeup, just wearing my silky panties, bra and breast forms. After applying the foundation, blusher, mascara, eye shadow and lippy, I slipped on the sheer black nylons; put on my favourite royal blue silk dress, long blond wig and finally placed my feet in my black court shoes with three inch heels.

Working Girl ~ Life Goes On! Final Chapter

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‘I jumped out of bed, going over to the port hole thingie and looked out. It was going to be another hot day and the sea looked calm and not sick making… a good omen!
 
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The Hostess, The Octopus and The Doctor

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I looked down at myself with disgust. I was wearing what went for a uniform; short black leather skirt, fishnet tights and red high heels...



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What’s in a name?

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As I sit here eating a few Pringles crisps and wondering if I have the energy to scratch my belly button and possible remove fluff from said orifice, I decided to have a look at the reader count on some of my stories.

Whilst being gratified and somewhat smug that I seem to be liked by one or two people, my razor sharp eyes locked onto something rather interesting.

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Orphan ~ 21

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Petra looked at me; she had a sort of frown on her face.
‘Is something wrong?’

‘I don’t know. I couldn’t help hearing you talk to Miss Morris while I was waiting outside the form room; it wasn’t very clear, but I think she said you aren’t a girl, but a boy called Mark…what’s going on?’

 

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Working Girl ~ Life Goes On! 8

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I took in the rotund stomach, let’s not be gentle here — pot bellied, then the lobster pink of the skin that had not seen enough factor 30. The sparse hair, the drool on the lips that held the thorny rose, clenched between off white and brown teeth...
 
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