A chunk of years have passed since I last posted a story. No reflection on SOL; the real world came crashing down upon my head. I lost my career or my career lost me. Either way, the loss of optimism and the sense of betrayal turned my muse into a bitter, paranoid rant, not worthy of the good readers here.
"Blue Hand" was first written ten years ago, partly in response to a complaint about the homogeneity of my protagonists. While most of my stories assume that graphic sex is appropriate in the task of storytelling, as opposed to using stories to present graphic sex (I like to read those!), this tale is slow on the sex because of the protagonist.