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go along. And I expect
you to also. Do you think you can handle that?”
    “ I can sure
try.”
    “ That’s not good enough,”
Francesca said. “You need to figure it out. And right quick.
Otherwise you might end up paying the price.”
    “ And what price is
that?”
    “ You don’t want to know,”
she said, flashing him an evil smile. “Of course, after you
experience it, you might like it. After all, like I said earlier,
it truly is impossible to know if you like something until you try
it. And I seem to have a way of making people like it, no matter
how much they think they won’t. I can make pretty much anything
feel good.”
    “ I have no doubt about
that,” Alex said.
    “ All right, that’s enough
chit-chat,” Francesca said, giving him a little peck on the cheek
before climbing up and out of the bed. “I’ve got to get out of
here. You can show yourself out I presume?”
    “ Not a problem.”
    “ And I’ll see you
tomorrow?”
    “ I wouldn’t miss it for the
world,” Alex said.
    “ I knew you wouldn’t,”
Francesca replied, looking over her shoulder and flashing him a
smile as she made her way into the bathroom. “I’ll be expecting you
around noon.”
    “ I’ll see you then,” he
said, rolling out of bed himself. He made his way downstairs,
gathered up his clothes, and put them on. With the sound of the
shower filling the house he looked around one last time, laughed
softly, then shook his head and made his way out the back
door.
    Alex started jogging back towards his house,
feeling a thousand things at once, and not one of them bad. He had
a big smile on his face. For once he had homework that he was
looking forward to doing. Life was good. And it was about to get
even better. A whole lot better.
    He couldn’t wait for day two.
     
    #####

Filthy First
Date
    The Adventures of a Dirty Slut: Volume
Two
     
    As I’ve explained before, I’m a dirty little
slut. I make no bones about it, I don’t apologize for it, and I’m
certainly not embarrassed by it. I thoroughly enjoy fucking and
strive to do it every chance I get, every way I can get it, and
with as many men as possible. End of story.
    But that doesn’t mean that I’m always
walking around wearing a ton of makeup with teased up hair and
skimpy clothes and fuck-me pumps, swinging my ass around so
everyone can see.
    Quite the opposite, in fact. I generally
wear very little makeup, have a simple haircut, and am usually
dressed in a t-shirt, jeans and tennis shoes. Something that shows
plenty of skin, but in a non-obvious way. No piercings, no tattoos,
nothing that would betray my little secret.
    Chances are if you passed me on the street
or saw me in a grocery store, you’d have no idea that I had a
serious nasty streak. You’d just see a cute, innocent-looking young
woman with dark hair standing a shade over five feet tall and right
around one hundred pounds, carrying herself like she’s a little on
the shy side, someone you’d have to coax into bed slowly, a girl
you’d want to take home to your parents.
    I’m the very definition of cute, and most
people are under the illusion that cute automatically equates to
innocent.
    There’s nothing I enjoy more than shattering
that illusion.
    #
     
    Tonight I’m on my way to see a guy named
Ryan. He’s a friend of a friend, someone that I’ve partied with a
couple times over the past year or so. He’s a couple years younger
than me and pretty cute, but nobody that I’d taken any particular
interest in. Mostly because he hadn’t really showed any interest in
me.
    But apparently that wasn’t the case at all.
A few nights ago, Kelly (she’s our mutual friend) and I were on our
way back home from a bar when she asked me if I’d noticed Ryan. I
told her I was aware of him, but that was about it. Then she broke
out the news.
    “ He totally digs you,”
Kelly said.
    “ Oh yeah?” I replied. “He
sure hasn’t shown it. He barely even looks at me and he’s never
said anything