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Seems the randomizer is pushing Friday at Charlie's which holds a special place in my heart and in the heart of First Kiss. We wrote a couple of stories together. And while I will never measure up to her level, it was nice to be able to spend some time with her. I hope you all enjoy the story.

Ever had one of those months? You know, the type where your inner muse is on vacation? Or hibernation? I am moving into month four. I write a couple of hundred words, then nothing: no spark, no excitement, no yipee moment, no wellspring of animalistic desire. You get the idea. Dullsville. Utter boredom. And I am not even sick! Maybe if the weather cools off as we head into September, I might become inspired, but right now, I could not write a rousing story if someone stood naked in front of me.

I wrote this story a long time ago. I was supposed to be a sex romp and it wound up being a fish out of water story. There was some revenge and some ass kicking and some romance. Where it came from is still a mystery to me. But it is still a powerful story for me. And I hope you enjoy it.

I am always amazed at the uptake, or not, of my stories. I have commented on how many people read Teenage Memories, and I thought it was not that good. I was surprised by how many read A Sheltered Life. It is still number two of my most-read stories and closing in on Lucy (less than 8,000 reads separate the two - which is more than some of my stories have in total, and more than the bottom eight have combined!).

Earlier this week, I posted The Cruise, and it is currently sitting at number thirteen. I expect it will climb a bit higher before it stops, but whether it settles in the realm of 4000 reads (with Teenage Memories and A Rainy Night in Paris) or whether it moves into a solid number three behind A Sheltered Life I cannot predict.

But I can thank you for reading.

I have posted the first of six chapters of a new story called The Cruise. While the events of this story happen in a world before COVID (or a world without COVID), after a year of confinement, the idea of a week at sea on any ship seems almost like a romantic getaway.

Our hero, Rhonda, has lost her husband and has decided that she will use their previously booked cruise to reenter society. Along the way, she meets some interesting characters that if you have been on a cruise, you have probably run into in the buffet line.

The story had its impetus in a conversation between myself and one of my readers where I asked her what sort of M/F/M story she liked - double penetration or one to suck and one to fuck. Her preference was for the latter, so that is the type of story I have written, but not right off the get-go. I hope you enjoy it. It is an escape story (I needed an escape) rather than something dark or severe.

The story is complete, and I am just finishing up the last of the editing. I will post the following chapters over the next couple of days.

As always, thanks for reading.