I'll be starting to post Book II of The Adjusters later this week, going back to our monthly cycle. I've been steadily working on the first half-dozen episodes for the past month, and I just finished drafting #16 this afternoon, in a mad dash to jot down the scene that came fully formed in my head upon waking this morning. Book II is the most tightly plotted piece of fiction I ever tried to write, and we'll see how well that turns out.
I'll leave you with a piece of smut that I ran across earlier this weekend and that I really enjoyed. Nothing fancy, but eminently enjoyable. It's The Landlord by Baphomet. Here's the first few paragraphs of Chapter 1:
Jenny was a cute little thing. Twenty-five years old, petite and
brunette, she had the biggest brownest doe eyes. She was absolutely
irrestable when she batted them at you. I found it hard, sometimes
impossible, to say no when she looked at me with those beautiful eyes and
pleaded for something.
I guess that's why I rented one of my apartments to her against my
better judgement. A single waitressing mom with a 10-year-old daughter
didn't strike me as someone who could afford to rent a flat in the city.
But she wooed me with those big brown eyes. Plus, she paid in cash, up
front: first month's rent, last month's rent and the security deposit.
I should have realized that tips were good in the summer, in the
middle of the tourist season, but things would change as the days grew
shorter.
I remember the day she came to look at the apartment. She was still
dressed in her sexy waitress outfit (or as she called it, her *sexist*
waitress outfit). Her boss obviously knew that sex sells and only hired
young petite girls and dressed them up in tight uniforms with low necklines
and high hemlines.
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