It was dark, rainy and cold here in New York City. I hated it. I had been living in Honolulu for the last 8 years and gotten used to the beautiful weather there.
This fantasy is an homage to someone very dear to me. In it I envision a face-to-face meeting in which I try both to rekindle a relationship we once shared, and to help her rid herself of some of the pain of her past. Through an intense sexual encounter of my own design, I fail at both. My hope with this story is to depict my feelings for a most beautiful, complex and fragile creature whom I have loved. The Black Rose.
Ruth Ann, while keeping a vigil in the hospital, inadvertently flashes Dr Cyrus Grace, when he comes to check on Ruth's Uncle. It's a beginning neither of them expected but both of them came to treasure.
A Swarm Cycle Story
A second step in the story of a near perfect volunteer, and his perfect concubine. This story is complete but the saga isn't. I don't know if there's more to come but the story has a wide open ending.