Late Night Workout on Base

jim sable. local rule that no rank exists in the gym," he replied. "and you are?" "lieutenant sara goble, but since we're here, you can call me sara. and what about my question?" sara asked. "call me jim.

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Law of the Pack Part VI: The Beginning of Something More?

"if i win, you know what i want," jim said, grinning. "jim, that... i can't..." kate stammered. "hey, if you can't accept the consequences, don't run with the big dogs, girl," jim said, laughing.

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Hometown: City Slicker

Eventually, jim gets the courage to speak but i mostly just nod along and respond with single words. we reach my dad's and i step out. “wes, wait." i hear the truck stop and jim's door open and close behind me.

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My Dad is a Former Porn Star

“and call men jim. we’re both adults here…even though you don’t act like one when i tell you to clean up around the house.” “oh, fuck you, dad!” i laughed, and he did too. “that’s the idea,” he teased. “and please jess, call me…jim.”

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Country Life

jim just laughed at john's antics.

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Quinn's Farm: Chapter 10 - Timmy's Story, Part 1

Timmy moved his tail over jim's hips and began to wrap it around the rats as jim licked at the place he had just nibbled on. "and that's so adorable as well." jim slipped his finger from the mouse's mouth and spoke softly.

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Quinn's Farm: Chapter 10 - Timmy's Story, Part 1

Timmy moved his tail over jim's hips and began to wrap it around the rats as jim licked at the place he had just nibbled on. "and that's so adorable as well." jim slipped his finger from the mouse's mouth and spoke softly.

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Country Life - Ch. 2

"ohhh, holy shit jim!!" looking up at her, he said, "you like?" pulling jim up by the arms, liz just looked at him and said with a smile, "my turn".

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Deliverance

Yet jim stubbornly clung to one final vestige of his identity. jim. his name was jim. brandon called him jim. and brandon was his friend. every thought was an effort, building on each other like blocks of granite.

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