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Sex and Seduction--20 Erotic Stories [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader/Adobe Reader 7]
eBook by Carolyn Cooper
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eBook Category: Erotica/Erotica
eBook Description:  This work offers a fresh focus on erotic writing for women with strong erotic content.
eBook Publisher: Accent Press/Accent
Fictionwise Release Date: January 2007
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Available eBook Formats [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader/Adobe Reader 7 - What's this?]: SECURE MOBIPOCKET FORMAT (327 KB], SECURE MICROSOFT READER FORMAT (284 KB] - Requires Microsoft Reader 2.1.1 for PCs, or Microsoft Reader 2.2.2 on Pocket PC 2002 handheld devices. Some older Pocket PCs can be upgraded. Learn More., SECURE EREADER (RECOMMENDED) FORMAT (166 KB], SECURE ADOBE READER 7 FORMAT (1.4 MB]
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Microsoft Reader ISBN, Adobe Acrobat Reader ISBN, MobiPocket Reader ISBN: 9781905170784
eReader (recommended) ISBN: 9781905170
 
I watched as the last of the queue dwindled and people
disappeared into Screen 1, the really huge screen with
Dolby surround sound. It would have been fun. Damn it, I
wanted to see whether Uma did get to kill Bill. I almost
laughed at the irony. Because right now, I felt like killing
him myself. And the idea of seeing Uma kick male ass
really appealed.
?One, please,? I said, thrusting a ten pound note at the
bored-looking teenager in the box office. Probably doing a
weekend job while he was finishing his A-levels at school.
?We only have a few seats left. Where do you want to
sit??
I wanted to sneak in and sit at the back, unnoticed.
When I was sixteen, you could sit where you liked in the
cinema and preferably at the back with your mates so you could mess about, and have a snog and a fumble. I hated
having to choose my preferred position from a computer
screen.
?What about in the middle of this row?? he suggested.
The lights had already gone down when another
teenager with a uniform shone a torch at row F and I had
to ask people to get up, as I stumbled and pushed against
them. I felt like they were all staring at me, and a few
muttered, irritated that I'd left it so late. I kept whispering
?Sorry? until, finally, I got to my seat.
I glanced either side of me. I was between a girl
snuggled up to her boyfriend, her tousled blonde head
resting blissfully on his shoulder, and a guy in a light
coloured shirt and dark jeans.
Trying not to fidget unduly and further annoy those
who were already comfortably settled, I sat down and
discreetly adjusted my skirt. There wasn't a lot of room
for manoeuvre here, because I'd chosen to wear a very
short, flimsy little number that barely covered my thighs.
Okay, so it wasn't entirely my choice. Bill had suggested I
wear something that would enable him to ?get at me
easily? in the cinema. At the time, I was more than happy
with this idea but now I frowned, deciding to send him a
nasty little text after the show to tell him what I thought of
him. However, to hide my immodesty, I left the film
magazine on my knees to cover some of the exposed flesh.
I was still fuming about Bill as twenty minutes worth of
advertising was bombarded into the cinema, which simply
added to my irritation. Finally, the main feature began and
I focussed on the screen.
The film was at the bit where our poor heroine has been
buried alive in a coffin, with seemingly no way of escape
when I felt something brushing against my ankle. I
ignored it at first hoping the cinema didn't have a rodent
problem, but as it continued I peered down to see that the
guy sitting next to me had moved his leg across so the
leather of his shoe was touching my bare ankle. I froze.
He was staring intently at the screen, as if he hadn?t
noticed. Perhaps he hadn?t. Maybe he didn't realize we
had made physical contact. I carefully shifted my foot
away and decided to ignore it. My focus returned to the
screen, and nothing further occurred. I was relieved that I
hadn't ended up sitting next to some pervert, particularly
in the mood I was in. But, after a while, I felt the slightest
of pressure against my calf, so slight as to be almost
imperceptible, which made me doubt the sensation.
My eyes dropped down and I saw that his leg was
touching mine, the roughness of the fabric of his jeans
creating an interesting sensation against my bare flesh.
Hmmmm. I wondered what to do next. By rights, of
course, I should give him a sharp kick at the very least, or
stamp on his foot with my lethal stiletto heel. Then he?d
get the...
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