Twelve Steps to the Stars
Copyright© 2011 by John the Pipe
Chapter 3
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3 - A new volunteer seeks to save himself. In the process, a fellowship goes to the colonies.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Science Fiction Slow
Report to Archives committee
Hello, my name is Arnie P. I am filing this report for the "Recovery Archives Committee."
This is a report on how the "Recovery in Space" fellowship got started.
For many years I was a proud member of the Hapsburg Sunday meeting. We called the group the Hapsburg Half Moons and we met at the town hall on Sundays from 11 am till noon.
In the fellowship, we were known far and wide. An active group, we were often 20 or more strong to speak at meetings. We went as far as Boston, Worcester, Springfield, Cape Cod and Newport.
We had a colorful bunch. "One Horse Bill" had one horse. "Shoeshine Charlie" had a stand by the courthouse and "Bob the Baker" always had fresh cinnamon rolls at the meeting.
A few weeks ago, we got a message from a former member, John K. He had contacted the central office and they got our rep. John asked if he could come in with some friends of his and put on a meeting. Said it was short notice, but that he had a special surprise for us.
You know John K? You do? Think that he's okay? I knew him way back when. We started off about the same time. The oldies were bettin' that he would not last three months. He stuck around awhile and we ain't seen him since. Kid was about as loose as a coffee can full of quarters. Heard he moved to Worcester and then on to Springfield.
Well, we were a tight bunch and once a Moonie, always a moonie. We asked the group that we had scheduled to come in later and let John's group come in.
On meeting day, John and his crew showed up about 11:15. Said that they wanted to check out the hall -- something about sound quality. John didn't change much -- a little more gray hair but man, what an attitude. That jumpy kid was as calm as the Narragansett Bay in a hot summer day. And you should have seen the folks he came in with. All big folks, even the women. There were seven in all besides John, four guys and three gals. It was like he recruited the New England Patriots to speak at our meeting.
Meeting time came and we had our usual full house. There was a crew of latecomers standing along the back wall. We had our mix of old timers and new faces. Most of the group members had grabbed the front row seats. After the secretary started the meeting, John took over. He briefly qualified but you could tell that recovery had changed him. You could tell that he was finally comfortable. He was looking people in the eye.
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