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It happened a long time ago, I didn't realise how long until I started writing this. I lived in Manchester, where it was all happening. The pop stars no longer came from America or London but from next door. The clubs were amazing, all the big groups were there. Fantastic time to be young. I met a girl in a club where the Hollies were playing and invited her to come with me to see Herman's Hermits who were appearing at the local rugby club. You may find it hard to believe I paid 2/6d (12 1/2 pence) each for two tickets to see a group who had a record in the top ten, booked before they were famous. My name is Jim, and this is the story of Sandra and me. Sandra was a student nurse and had to move heaven and earth to get a 'late pass' to stay out of the nurse's home after nine. The nurses home was known to them as Stalag 13, remember this was not long after the war. Herman's Hermits were good, Sandra was impressed, the ale was fine and I won over three pounds in s

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I’m a boy and when I was 16 my mom took me with her when she went to the massage parlor to get her weekly massage. I had to go with her because she was running late after work and by the time she picked me up from school she had no time to drive me home, so she took me to the parlor with her, her massages usually last about 90 minutes so she paid for me to have one as well, she thought I would like it. Personally I thought it was a bit girly but I didn’t want to sit in the reception area and be bored for over an hour so I agreed to go get a massage, we were given robes and escorted to the changing area, mom and I got undressed, not together, that would be weird. I finished getting undressed before mom so I went out in to the corridor, the receptionist saw me, “The room on the end love.” She shouted and pointed down the corridor, I nodded and headed down, I knocked on the door, “Enter.” A female voice said, so I stepped inside. “Hi, I’m here for a massage.” I said. The young attractive

The ice cream seemed a great idea at first. The day had been hot, searing hot. The road tar was sticky, dogs were silent, even the trees wilted. Talaya had got back from working a half-day, and the relative coolness of her flat had inspired some tidying up. This had been a mistake: now she was hot and grumpy, but not much tidier. So she had promised herself an ice cream. Outside, the city shimmered in the heat. No one was making much of an effort. Definitely ice cream o'clock, she thought to herself. She put on a light top and skirt and went out into the street. The heat was intense, but there were clouds in the distance and a sense of expectancy in the air. On the corner near her flat, there actually was a corner store. Talaya liked to use it when she could, hoping to keep it in business. Ice cream bought, she stood outside under the awning. The ice cream melted, sending trickles over her fingers. She watched the clouds building up and felt the crackle in the air as the thundersto