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Subject: My Life - In a Nutshell: Ch. 7 (m/f mut. mast)
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Hello all-

Here is Chapter 7 of My Life - In a Nutshell.  If you missed any portion of
the story, let me know -- I might end up reposting, although I am still
looking for a website to store them...

By the way, 'mut. mast' in the tagline means mutual masturbation between two
characters in the story -- I did not see a standard abreviation for that
activity in the story codes FAQ, so there it is...

As always -- comments are appreciated, in fact encouraged.  Let me know what
you think of this story, or where it is going.  Also, if you have any ideas,
let me know.  tikij@hotmail.com



Well, there is sex in this one, so if you are under 18 or don't like sex,
don't read this.






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 CHAPTER 7 - NOW, THAT’S JUST MY LUCK


"I had never seen a guy’s dick before," started Mia.

"Oh, this is good," said Devon.  Jennifer gave him a dirty look.  I rolled my
eyes.

"Shut up, Dev, or you’re not going to get the rest.  Anyway, I woke up around
6:00 AM, because I was suddenly very cold.  Our buddy Cal here had stolen the
blanket, and there was a wind howling in through the window.  The blinds were
crashing around and everything, and this big lug is happily sleeping away,
wrapped up in the entire comforter like a little baby."

"Be nice," I said.

"So I go over and close the window – there’s rain coming in, and climb back
into bed.  I was still freezing, so I decided to steal the comforter back. 
After a couple of minutes of tugging and him going, ‘cut it out,’ I managed
to steal the entire thing back from him.  So now, he’s the one shivering. 
Then I fell asleep again."

"Blanket thief," I muttered.

"Shut up.  About an hour later, I wake up again.  He’s kicking me."

"I still don’t believe you."

"Who’s telling this story?  I made him stop though."

"How?&qu>
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