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		<title>Evil Stepfather</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My first stepfather was mean. I&#8217;m not talking plain mean.  I&#8217;m saying that this man won&#8217;t die regular &#8211; he&#8217;s just going to just &#8216;nasty away&#8217;.  He was twisted in more ways than I care to remember. But, I will say one thing &#8211; He was creative!
He had more than one trick up [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Grandpa&#8217;s Dilemna</title>
		<description><![CDATA[She must have been having mini strokes, because my mother, who had moved to Ohio to be closer to her parents at that time, says grandma had been changing little by little over a year or so.
I loved my grandmother. And she loved me!
I don&#8217;t think she meant to, but she played favorites, and out [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://diggingupthebones.com/?p=69</link>
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		<title>Lesbian Flirt</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I was only 17, but gained nightly entry into the Gay Club using my fake I.D. Once in, I was usually short on funds, but I could always find someone who was willing to shoulder my tab, so Billy Jean was my victim that night.
Or was I hers?
BJ, as she was called, looked and dressed [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://diggingupthebones.com/?p=64</link>
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		<title>The Lake</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I don&#8217;t remember much of the order in which events happened to me between the ages of 14 and 18. I spent most of those years in an LSD / Pot induced haze &#8211; Free love. Free drugs. Free everything mode. But, the night on the lake will remain with me forever.
It was a wonderful [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://diggingupthebones.com/?p=47</link>
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		<title>The Motel</title>
		<description><![CDATA[From 1984 through 1987, I lived with a wonderful woman in Virginia Beach, named Paula. Since her parents lived in Idaho, each summer we would take three weeks off work and head out across the country to visit them.
The only rule was that we would spend the entire second week at her parent&#8217;s place. The [...]]]></description>
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