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Either my heads up on the sequel to Siobhan, or my rant about OSU has resulted in an uptick in downloads of several stories. It appears that unexpected visitors will delay my getting Siobhan's sequel to my editors.

So, to whet your appetite (a little hubris, don't ya think?) here is the close-to-ready prologue for the sequel. Interestingly, in the copy paste process, I noted four changes that I wanted to make:

The Triplets

Prologue

Twins are rare, triplets more so. Rose and Violet were identical twins - odds about one in two hundred fifty births. Their older sister, Scarlett, was their 'spare'. Together, the three were one-in-a-thousand triplets. Once the girls were old enough to encounter and understand taunts, they responded that they were 'Higher Order Multiples', and their tormentors were 'lower order singles'. Until they reached puberty, the battles were epic, and even boys several years older learned that 'you better not mess with the Trips.'

When puberty arrived, bringing curves and tits - especially tits - and long, shapely legs, all complemented with angelic faces and wavy blond hair… well, a whole magnitude of additional 'don't mess with the Trips!' arrived, too. By the time the hormones began shaping the exterior, these young ladies, hellions really, had skipped four grades and were finishing high school. If an overly persistent male was pressing a sister, one or both of the remaining Trips was sure to arrive, often with a posse. It was uncanny - like they were mind readers.

With AP courses under their belts, all three entered college with enough credits to place well into their sophomore years. Born in Athens, Georgia, the girls were moved to Columbia, Missouri when both their parents obtained teaching positions there. When disaster struck, they were well into their college studies - engineering at Mizzou for Rose and Violet and creative writing at Stephens College for Scarlett.

Among the many legends among Mizzou students, one involved Francis Quadrangle's six columns. Supposedly, they stood for the six virgins who had graduated from the university. The Trips didn't want more added to the stand, so they had vowed to fix that status before the end of their senior year. Looked like that goal wasn't going to be met. There had been no boy or man who seemed right, and now it appeared to be too late

It should not have surprised me, but it did. Today I received more responses to my blog on OSU's despicable lack of honor than to any story I've written. Thinking about it, I should not have been surprised. Most stories I read here, celebrate women, humanity, sex, truth, justice, and 'The American Way.'

Fuck! Did I really say that?

Listen guys and gals. Your feedback to me and Auguy is truly appreciated, but if there is any hope that we can change this travesty, send an email to the president of THE fucking Ohio Sate fucking University and tell him what a chickenshit bunch of assholes they are.

I won't pretend to suggest what to say. Your own thoughts, said in your own words would be far more likely to have an impact than a bunch of duplicates. If you are pissed, say so, don't hold back.

The email address is: drake.379@osu.edu

My own letter to Dr. Drake is below.

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Dr. Drake -

I'll make this short.

In 1978, my father and I watched Woody Hayes strike a Clemson player on national TV. His history of inappropriate behavior was known and inadequately addressed.

Close to forty years later, you and your institution clearly demonstrate that you have learned nothing about honor, honesty, nor integrity. You have found your 'managers' to be at fault, but your so-called penalty is worse than inadequate.

How many more spouses will be abused and unheard because reports are not adequately investigated?

How many athletes will be raped and molested because the institutions that should protect them turn blind eyes?

How many more perpetrators will be coddled or mildly penalized to protect their institutions' reputations?

You've not lost a fan, because I never was one. At one time, I respected your institution. I no longer do.

There is not enough money in the world to buy back the respect you and your institution have lost.

If Vince Dooley were as dishonorable as your coaching staff, I would have demanded his hide be nailed to the entrance of Sanford Stadium.

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If you haven't figured it out - I'm really pissed about this!

Those of you who read my stories probably know I'm an alum of the University of Georgia, and as such, no fan of the Auburn Tigers. But if you haven't read auguy86's blog, you should, Every word is dead on.

In my mind, making this even worse - if that were possible - this is not Ohio State's first instance of tolerating, even idolizing an abusive coach. In the only college football game I ever watched with my father, we saw Woody Hayes slug a Clemson player who intercepted an OSU pass with 2:30 left in the game. He was then fired.

However, if you read https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Woody_Hayes, you can also see that Hayes had a history of violent behavior towards the press, at least one other student athlete, and violent unsportsmanlike conduct during a game.

Until his slugging an opposing player - on the sidelines - OSU's response to their winning coach's bad behaviors was minimal.

I suspect auguy86 and I will garner some hate mail and some 1's after calling out this travesty by a major university.

Apparently, Ohio State has learned nothing.

I'm close to finishing the sequel to Siobhan. I confess that I'm somewhat surprised that it is my second most frequently downloaded story, and for quite a while it has had the most weekly downloads.

I should have the story to editors, if any remain, sometime this weekend, and I hope to start posting before I leave for vacation in Ireland in early September. Once started, the postings will continue on a regular schedule until the story is finished.

The new story relies on the reader being familiar with the characters and premises of Siobhan, so refreshing your memory is advised.

I'm out in north western Nebraska visiting my 94-years-old mother. This area is the site of my first story in THE Harem Tales sequence. I took Mom for a drive through Custer State Park to look at the bison and the wild burros, her favorite drive.

You may recall there was a serious fire in the park a short while back. The park has recovered nicely and the green lessens the impact of the fire's destruction. The burros were out, including the newest baby, and the bison were spread out in several herds - a couple on the road. Can you say traffic jam?!

Hot Springs, Chadron, HWY 20, and the Cowboy Trail remain much the same as when I described them. A few businesses closed, but none that I described.

This corner of Nebraska and South Dakota are lovely and well worth a visit.

Stories? I'm cycling through the sequel to Siobhan and two Swarm tales. All three are progressing, but my need to write on all three is slowing things down.