Contributor: Moxie Malone - - "Hello you. How was your trip?" he asked her as she entered. "Fun...wondrous...interesting. It was everything you said it would be," she beamed as she dashed in. "Still, it's good to be back," she added and wrapped herself around him. He chuckled as he drew her close, "It's good to have you back." "Ummmhmm," she purred as she wallowed in his loving embrace. "Next time we should go together." "We'll have to plan that. So, tell me all about it. Did you get to do everything we talked about?" "I sure did," she told him excitedly. "Some things more than once!" "Food?" he asked. "Yum!" she exclaimed. "Dancing?" he queried. "Oh, I danced until I dropped from exhaustion," she told him, giggling. "Sex?" "Well, sure. There was plenty of opportunity for that," she laughed. "It would have been better with...

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Contributor: Samantha Memi - - I was lying in bed wondering if the hotel would remember to wake me in the morning when a gecko came in through the window and walked along the wall. I was too tired to shoo it away. “You won't hurt me will you, Mr Gecko.” “I'm looking for roaches, big fat juicy roaches. What would I want with the likes of you.” and he continued his journey on the wall. Just as I was drifting into sleep he started whistling. There's nothing worse than a whistling gecko when you're trying to sleep. “Do you mind not whistling?” I asked. “What's with all the complaining?” he replied, “you get on with your life and I'll get on with mine.” “Yes, but your whistling bothers me.” “You're breathing bothers me. Do I complain about it? No. Why not? Because I believe in letting others live their lives the way they want to. But not...

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Contributor: Marissa Medley - - When I met her for the first time, we were at a funeral. Everyone was so somber, which is to be expected at a gathering of the kind. It was interesting for me to see how everyone coped with the loss. Women cried into the arms of their husbands. Husbands patted the backs of their close friends saying things like “How unexpected” and “What a great loss”. The little children cried for their mothers and asked what was wrong. The mothers replied in sweet voices trying to keep in their tears. They didn't want to explain that someone they all once knew and loved had died. The crowd all around me was quiet and sad. Almost everyone had cried at some point except for me and her. When I looked at her, her face was even more blank than mine. I felt uncomfortable to watch her. She was there just watching everyone...

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