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As I re-read my blog entries, I re-read this passage, saved as a snippet from Sam At The Con, by Samantha K. Please, read this. We need, as a society, courageous people. Not all of them must be firefighters, cops, or medics. We need folks, like that veteran in Oregon, who took 5 bullets, trying to stop that piece of merde shooting up the community college there. We need them, performing CPR on the collapsed civilian, waiting for EMS. We need them, standing up and saying, "No More!" to those who would diminish our liberty.

Thank you. Rant over. (s) Reltney

"What Is Courage?"

(de) Sam at the Con
by Samantha K.
Copyright© 2007 by Samantha K.

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The bartender handed me my drink and I took a sip. I'd been drinking mainly fruity drinks during our tropical adventure and this was one of my favorites. If they had a more elaborate setup, I would have asked for a Mai Tai. As it was, this was plenty strong.

"I believe you're right, Sam" he said. "You're very well-read."

He seemed surprised. I decided to push my advantage.

"You mean for a girl, or for a superheroine?"

"For either," he laughed. "Is there a literacy restriction on superheroines?"

"Not that I know of; but then, nobody has asked me to fill out an application."

"So how does one get this sort of job?"

"That's probably the best question I've had yet. The answer is simply 'you go out and do it'."

"Kind of like writing," Mike said. "You just sit down and do it."

"I suppose it is," I said. "Do you write?"

"Some. Nothing published yet. Don't worry, I won't ask you to read it. It's just something I do when things are slow at our bookstore. I don't expect to be able to earn any money from it. If it's not too personal a question, may I ask how one goes about making a living as a superheroine?"

"You mean, do I get paid? Nope. At least, not yet. I may have to hit someone up for a tip, sooner or later. This is actually something my partner and I have talked about. So far, we've been doing this as a sort of hobby. Some people have contributed stuff, but we're not getting paid for this. Were you wondering if I punched a time-clock?"

"Something like that. Fictional characters always seem to be independently wealthy."

"Not me. I'm SuperChurchmouse. We've talked about a rate structure. So much for stopping a crime in progress, much more for rescuing kidnapped heiresses, much less for rescuing kitties up trees. What do you think?"

"It's an interesting problem. Why do you do it?"

There was that question again. I had answered that in various ways ranging from insulting to placating and I still hadn't found anything that would explain how I felt about it.

"Kara," I said, remembering. "Kara Eastman."

"Who's that?" Mike asked.

"A little girl who thinks I'm doing something worthwhile. I've never met her, but it's for her. And all the other little girls who want to grow up and someday make a difference in the world."

"Good answer," Mike said.

I nodded, "Yeah. I like it, too. I'll use that tomorrow during the panel, but forget I mentioned her last name, please."

"Of course. This isn't just a hobby for you, is it?"

"No. It's a calling. If you woke up in the morning and you discovered that you could do all kinds of stuff that few other people could do, what would you do?"

"I don't know. I'd like to think that I would go out and save the world, but I don't know that I have your kind of courage."

He looked so sincere when he said that that I had to believe that he meant it. The poor guy. He didn't have a clue. Courage isn't something you have, it's a way for others to describe what you did after-the-fact. It's a way to say that when the shit hit the fan, you stood up in its path. You peed your panties, but you got to your feet and you dealt with the problem. It doesn't matter if it's charging a machine-gun nest on an enemy-held hill or a hornets' nest over your bedroom window, you got off your ass and you dealt with it. Afterwards, you might feel exhilarated, you might feel proud, but if anyone asks you why, you just say, "It needed doing."

Mike didn't want to hear that. You can't tell someone how to be courageous. You can't train for it. It's just something you do. I understand because I know people who do courageous things, but I don't think I'm one of them.

I got up on tiptoe and I kissed him for thinking I had courage.

He blinked and leaned back, glancing toward the door to see if Deedee had seen. She was his wife, obviously. Single guys look to see if other guys caught the action so they can get a high-five or some such macho thing later. Married guys look to see if they're about to catch hell.

I have 5 chapters in a new story finished, and anticipate that it will be complete in (perhaps) 2 more. While I flatter myself that I'm a fair proofreader/editor, the fact remains that I wrote it, and therefore I am more likely to whiz past some spelling or grammar error, than a disinterested third party. Might YOU be that disinterested third party? Inquiries are invited. Thanks! Reltney

First of all, let us rejoice that Dangermouse has another story in progress! Please, one and all, check it out.

Secondly, I am nibbling away at a new story, sort of a hybrid of "Sandra's Hidden Depths: The Saga Continues" and an exploration of a new character. Both characters are (very loosely) based upon women with whom I am acquainted. I hope that I will complete it in the next month or two, and then post it a chapter at a time, with no delays for Muse Vacations.

Finally, I am contemplating the suggestions kind readers presented upon the conclusion of "On My Seventeenth Wedding Anniversary". If I can get my (and those) thoughts sufficiently organized, I will write a second story along that line.

Thank you, one and all!

I have three or four stories in various states of halfway completedness. This one, started as I awakened from a dream. What do you think?

DRAFT ONE, THIRD SANDRA STORY 03 12 2015

(backstory: Sandra had broken up with the most recent boyfriend, and my wife had left me for The New Model. We had chatted from time to time regarding the vagaries of relationships, and the contemporary dating scene. Somebody was going to grad school, and our work crew gathered to celebrate)

We were at a bar with the other people from work. Seats were at a premium, and so she sat on my lap. As she sat down my left hand went to her sacrum to steady her as she settled herself and of course, I caressed one buttock as she settled upon me. Turning to me she arched one eyebrow, and observed "I know what you're doing!"

I gathered my best innocent expression. "Who, me? What?"

I was a bit surprised that she snuggled her butt into my rapidly thickening cock. She continued "You're trying to feel the goodies! And I can tell, you like what you feel!" She wriggled a little more to emphasize the point.

I responded "Perhaps I should do some more testing to see how thoroughly I like what I'm seeing?"

Again she wriggled on my lap. "Oh no, I can tell plenty well you like it just fine! "

My left hand drifted down her back and met her waist band, and continued south. Slowly I explored her firm derriere, cupping each buttock briefly, and then moving on to explore further.

Her right arm went around the back of my neck. She leaned into me somewhat, and murmured in my ear, "I think this could be the beginning of an interesting evening! Let's bookmark this place, and return to later, and see where we go from here!"

Eventually our little gathering broke up, and I wandered out, finding Sandra leaning on my truck. "Well here we are. Remember that bookmark?"

I responded "I certainly do, and I can hardly wait to see what develops next! Going my way? "

I helped her up into my truck, entered, and seatbelted myself, and off we went.

Once we arrived at my home, I'll opened the door for her and ushered her inside. We dropped our paraphernalia, and I went to sit upon the sofa. Sandra, rather than sitting beside me or in one of the other chairs, settled upon my lap. "I remember this spot! My very favorite!" She reached her left arm around my neck and settled in. As I sat there gazing at her, she reached around behind me, grasped my right hand, and settled settled it upon her butt. "That's the piece that was missing! Now where to go from here? "

Once again, I explored her taut buttocks. With my left hand I started rubbing her tummy over her shirt. She leaned into me, purring, as my left hand insinuated itself between the buttons of her shirt and started to explore the firm skin beneath.

This encouraged me. I began to release buttons, one by one, and caressed each newly exposed expanse of skin. Finally, the shirt was hanging limply from her shoulders, and my hand had full access to her front. I discovered that she'd had the foresight to select a front opening brassiere today, and I capitalized upon this fact, exposing her firm youthful orbs to my eager view.

If her whimpers were any indication, Sandra approved of our petting. Her nipples sat up right, and I tweaked and caressed them. Bending my head, I suckled each teat, my tongue testing the turgor of each nipple.

She rolled her head back, and, shrugging her shoulders, dropped her bra and blouse behind her. I continued to tease and nibble upon her teats, flicking her erect nipples with my tongue, and drawing them out with my teeth. She pressed my head more firmly into her chest, moaning her approval. She began to undulate her hips, rubbing her firm ass against my turgid cock. I felt the electricity began to collect between us.

As I had explored the wonders of her breasts, my right hand had not been idle. By this point, I had slid my hand beneath her waistband, and was caressing her buttocks. I slipped my left hand downwards, and released the button holding her jeans together. As I slid the zipper down, Sandra lifted her hips, and assisted me in removing her pants with a wiggle of her hips.

Settling back upon me, she turned, straddling me now, and began to rub her pantied pudenda against my rigid tool, still encased in denim.

First of all, thank you to the folks who commented upon the end of "On My Seventeenth Wedding Anniversary". I appreciate that people enjoyed the story, and I'm particularly pleased that some folks took the time, and were so engaged, that they shared their thoughts about what the "next chapter" of the story of Annie, Marie, Suzie and I might look like. I have these saved in a file for later guidance.
I have a couple of stories "on the burner". One is a sequel to "Sandra's Hidden Depths", one is a new story launched by "Neighborly Swap" by Chemical Ollie (cut and paste this into your browser address bar, to see the story I'm talking about.)(http://storiesonline.net/s/55611/neighborly-swap). Since I am unable to contact Chemical Ollie to gain his approval to write a "next chapter", I tried to write a back-story, parallel to his own original, but enough my own to avoid plagiarizing his story entirely.
I'm working on them as I get the time, and have the motivation. Thank you for your attention, and stay tuned! More stories are coming!/Reltney McFee.