Jane Urquhart: Stories

My husband Bob is a fountain pen collector. Yeah, really! Well, pens don't turn me on much, but our friend John, who was there with his wife, another collector, was another matter altogether.

I dreamed that somehow some of the ASSM writers found themselves in the Army in a real tight spot. (This is kind of an in-joke.)

When my husband ceased to help out around the house at all, I had to do *something,* didn't I? / (Reviews)

"You leave Nicole alone!" I said. "She's a fine upstanding citizen and she's a good friend of ours." But Beth thought Nicole ought to have a crash course in weekend fun. Oh, my!

Lord Malinov, one of our well known writers, decided all of us who write for alt.sex.stories.moderated ought to get togetherfor a cruise workshop. I didn't have much fun at first, then a fellow named Sandman came along...

Somehow she was always a little frightened at New Year's. But this year it was worse.