SkyWolf, a disabled Vietnam Veteran has stumbled upon a hidden home of a clan of survivalist women. After a lengthy ordeal he is accepted by the women of Liberty Mountain as an auxiliary member of their secret society. Lisa, the Colony's leader, appoints the elderly vet to be her Administrative assistant with special hands on duties.
"After a hot shower I like a rub down with bath oil," Lisa handed me a crimson bottle of some exotic blend from Istanbul, "Please do the honors."
"Uh, right here?" I looked at the flask in my hand as if it was going to bite me. Then I looked to Lisa impatiently waiting for me to play masseuse. With her hands on her hips Lisa stood before me, her her legs spread wide, daring me to disobey.
"Do you want a standing lube-job or would you rather lay down when you get an oil change?"
"Today, I prefer to stand. Don't miss a spot and be quick about it. We're burning daylight," I rubbed a splash of oil between my palms and paid special attention to her toes as I began to massage the fragrant ointment into the skin of her feet.
As I mentioned in previous blogs, the characters in this story are starting to take on a life of their own, and the story is evolving along unexpected pathways. I've been caught by surprise when my characters start ad-libbing and begin to depart from the script I have originally planned.
When I started SLM, I first posted the story as a throw-away, something no one would take seriously. To my utter astonishment, folks actually liked the story. It has thus far been downloaded well over a half-million times (including 104,000 times at SOL).
IN OTHER NEWS:
I have created an author's page and have launched the Society of Sisters series on Amazon:
SOL is available at storiesonline.net at no charge (naturally). It is also available on Amazon.com for 99 cents each:
* Leaving the Grid
* Lost & Found
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I am on task to finish this novel by the end of this month.
I have a compelling reason to make that deadline. A dear friend is gravely ill, and I have promised that she will hold a signed copy of my book in her hands before she dies. I do not want to break such a promise.