Writing Journal: Grrr. After having written a good three-quarters of The Adjusters #51—which as far as I'm concerned has acquired the subtitle “That Big Stinking Pile of Crap Exposition”—I'm probably going to ditch a good 3000 words of it because it did end up being a confused mess, or so says my storytelling sense. If I'm lucky, I might be able to push the “deleted” scene into Book V, but I fear that doing that will lead to some jumping back and forth through time, which is painful. In other words, I'm unhappy. I'll survive, of course. But in the meantime—unhappy.
Ran across a nice little story on Literotica, Ashley's Revenge by TallMarriedMan: “Ashley has had enough of his meddling wife.” A very cute and dirty story about a girl next door that gets it into her head to seduce her neighbor to get revenge on his wife. And she succeeds admirably.
That story reminded me of an old story that I loved way back when, and after spending a good half-hour searching for it with all the Google Fu I could muster, I bring you the classic Call Girl Cheerleaders (Part 2, Part 3), by Richard Bissell: “A guy falls into a relationship-for-money with a high school cheerleader that soon grows into a group thing that then flowers into a romantic relationship between him and the girls.” Wonderful long story with hot sex galore and nontrivial emotions. As I said, a classic.
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