The biggest single topic in the mail generated by this story was the title. I had several questions and speculations about it, including someone who assumed I didn't know how to spell canon. Nothing so mysterious I'm afraid.
 

The Cannon Song is Princeton's fight song. And in addition, the movie described in the story was real, distributed in this country by some outfit that called itself the Cannon Group. And I remember that because of the association with Cannon Club, an eating club at Princeton that had the reputation at the time for the wildest parties, not to mention the Annual Nude Volleyball Tournament. Besides, I just liked the name.

And yes, this drivel is what I did with my Ivy League education. Princeton in the Nation's Service, as we used to say.

The second thing most commented upon (by women no less) was my sensitivity.  Mind you, I did try to portray the characters like real people, especially the women, and I did have a Dutch uncle relationship with a friend's fiancee that was tender and that was the basis for that plot twist, but to be complimented on sensitivity for an anonymous sex, multiple partner story caught me by surprise.  I figured it would be taken as sexist pig material of the first water.

As it says at the end, this story would not have reached a level of quality fit to publish without the help of Jane Urquhart. But her work needs no help. It's terrific. She's my favorite author.  If you would like to see it, go here.
 

Miles