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She twisted her fingers and rubbed her chin. "I don't know. I cannot say for sure." "And so you think I would be the one to tell you what is wrong with you?" She looked directly into his eyes. "Yes, sir. Please. I am very confident that you can." He shook his head in disbelief. "You don't know what you are saying. Please, go and search elsewhere for solutions to your problems." "But, sir...." "Good day, Keyshia," he said abruptly before taking his leave.

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She nodded as she continued to apply the lipstick on his lips. “Of course I did. But I cannot allow it to distract me. I have to make sure you are going to look good for tomorrow.” When she was done, she stood apart to look at him. Paul stood up from the floor and looked at his wife. “How do I look?”

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"Once she was outside, she closed the door and hurried through a corridor. On her way to her office, she met another lady who was a brunette. She was dressed in a black suit. She frowned at Delores. “For goodness sake, where the hell have you been?” Delores shook her head. “Lucy, where else do you think?” Lucy frowned. “The ladies?” “I wish that was where I went to. But no. He sent for me.” “He?” She nodded hastily. “Mr. Tommy.” Lucy wrinkled her nose. “My goodness. That beast. And I am sure he didn’t call you for anything official"....

His first response was to look around. He was afraid for himself, for Dame, but he didn’t scream. He assessed his situation, looked around, and that’s when he laid eyes on one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

Greg knew what he was going to do to while away the time. He put back the items into the box, and took it out of the basement into the living room. Once he got there, he peeled away his singlet and beach shorts. Now he was stark naked.

Zwischen Sekt und Sahnetorte stellte Oma die Frage der Fragen: "Kind, willst du nicht endlich heiraten und Kinder kriegen?" Kurz davor hatte es für Henriette 30 geschlagen und ihr unabhängiges Leben war super. Doch über Nacht scheint sie zum Ü30-Härtefall geworden zu sein: Von den einen kritisch beäugt, von den anderen beneidet. Zwischen Bausparvertrag, Dating-Chaos, DJ-Pult und digitalem Nomadentum sucht Henriette Hell nach einem Lebensentwurf, der die inneren und äußeren Fragen zum Verstummen bringt. Bis sie erkennt: Das Leben kann mich mal ... so nehmen, wie ich bin!

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Jack loved his father, but he hated his family meet ups...because of his mother, an imposing narcissist who relished making his father’s life miserable. But despite that, the man loved her. Jack had figured out long ago that he was the way he was mostly because of his mother. He inherited the domineering personality from her.

“No, please, don’t thank me. I am only stating a fact here. My goodness. Are you sure you are not on the menu?” She nodded. “Yes, sir. I am very sure of that. But I know that you would find some exciting delicacies from Italy that would tickle your fancy.” He licked his lips again. “I would have loved you to tickle me in some places. What is your name?” She bit her lower lip. “Anna.”

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