It was late Friday afternoon. The last students were funnelling out of the lecture hall, a mixture of solemn reflection and joyous abandon for the…
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It was late Friday afternoon. The last students were funnelling out of the lecture hall, a mixture of solemn reflection and joyous abandon for the…
Jan, standing a firm 5ft6 in flat leather shoes, her hair gathered in a bun that brought her to a towering 6ft, glared at Tom…
The day started much like any other. First there was the rude and increasingly insistent alarm, then the soothing pleas of warm sheets longing for…