Arriving Home Late

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Slowly you walk towards the house. You don’t see any lights on and let out a sigh of relief. Maybe he went to bed and won’t know that you were out later then you were supposed to be. Gently the door opens and inside you creep, your heels in one hand and your purse in

A Morning at the Office

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I looked out into the early Saturday morning light as my taxi took me the short distance from Peter’s house where I had spent the night to his office. I thought over the events of the previous evening and night (for the story see ‘Peter and Louise’). They had proved an extremely rewarding young couple