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Subject: {ASSM} Stories, Screenplays, and Reality Chap. 1 {Biff Jones} (fict, tease, smoking, oral, MF)
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This story depicts unsafe behaviors and is only a fantasy.  
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Stories, Screenplays, and Reality Chap. 1 (fict, tease, smoking, oral,
MF)

    "I don't know if we can make it work," was the flat response from
the other end of the line.  I looked at my phone in irritation; was it
possible that people were just this dense?  The deal couldn't possibly
have been any better, with minimal risk and up front investment, and a
large profit potential.

    "That's fine," I said after a moment.  "I'll keep looking around
and you can hang on to my number in case you change your mind."  And
that was that.  It was the third rejection in five weeks, ever since I
had decided to finally make a real effort to bring my erotic ideas
into the mainstream adult entertainment world in the form of videos.

    To be sure, I'd had enough requests over time for customized
stories, and photos and videos.  People wanted to see my wife Kelly
and I doing the sorts of things that crop up in my stories - smoking,
creampies, large dildos, and complex fantasies.  But the truth was
that there was no way that was ever going to happen.  Still, the idea
really sank in, and it began mixing with our own opinion as a couple
that most of the erotica on the market was simply of poor quality, or
had elements that spoiled the rest of the product.

    Of course, that doesn't mean that we don't enjoy watching a porn
flick; far from it.  But it seemed to me that there were so many ways
to make it better, and probably make some money at the same time.  I
had no illusions.  There was no way that anyone was going to consider
making a movie unless there was a substantial profit opportunity
involved.

    I made an effort to quantify and qualify the factors that ruined
otherwise decent erotica, as well as the missing elements that would
make average porn great, and started seeking out companies that might
be interested in trying something new.  Having a degree in business
coupled with substantial experience to boot, I had a sense of how to
market my ideas appealingly to the players involved.  I did my
research and targeted several companies ranging in size from amateur
productions to a couple of large and well known film companies whose
cast of performers were virtual household names in the industry.  Of
those, only three had responded thus far, and none of these had gone
farther than initial concept.

    Why, you may wonder?  It seems that there's a certain prejudice in
the adult industry that assumes that the only target market worth
producing for is men.  And not to stop there, the product itself is
largely undifferentiated and frequently demeaning to women.  How many
times have you heard a woman groan in disgust at the clichéd facial
come shot in a film?  How many of you rent or buy movies specifically
to watch them with your significant other?  How many of you are, in
fact, women?

    Now, I'm realistic and certainly willing to grant that the
majority of consumers buying adult videos are indeed men.  However,
there is undeniably a solid niche of consumers who fall into these
other categories I described - couples, women, or people simply
looking for a different kind of video.  Men who place women on an
equal footing, and who would prefer watching a film in which the
actress is enjoying herself.  People who value eroticism, realism, and
a certain level of intellectual stimulation while being physically
aroused.  No, not a majority by any means, but when you add it all up,
you quickly realize that not a single adult entertainment company is
in the business of satisfying this audience.  Instead they slug it out
in a glutted market where most consumers could care less whose films
they rent or buy.  When I got the email from Julie I was definitely
starting to become a little jaded...

**********

    It began simply: 'Dear Biff, I've recently become aware, through a
friend of a friend, of your ideas for a new line of erotica.  After
extensive experience both in front of, and behind the camera, I've
struck out on my own with a new venture.  I think we should talk, and
soon."  It was signed Julie Morgan, a name that I didn't recognize.
Of course, I realized later that when acting a few years back she had
used a pseudonym under which she had achieved moderate recognition -
starlet but not mega-star?

    Julie, it turned out, was basing her operations out of New York.
After an exchange of email and phone calls, we arranged a meeting.
She would fly into town to discuss my ideas and talk about her budding
company.  I was very excited about the opportunity.  From our limited
conversation thus far, it seemed like there might be a good match in
our interests and aspirations, as well as enough chemistry to make the
project feasible.  We arranged a lunchtime meeting at an outdoor café
that had enough potted trees and shrubbery around the tables to
provide a hint of privacy.  I arrived early and had been waiting
patiently for about 10 minutes before she arrived.  Since it was
nearly 2:00pm, it was easy for us to recognize each other when she
appeared.

    Actually, I noticed her almost instantly when she appeared from a
cab that pulled up to the curb.  Julie was a slim, slightly busty
woman standing about 5'6" tall.  Her hair was naturally a dark brown
but nicely highlighted with light blonde streaks.  She was casually
dressed in an attractive, businesslike blouse and skirt, and wore only
a moderate amount of makeup.  Still, there was immediate recognition;
I had seen more than a couple of films in which she had appeared.  I
felt my cock stiffening as I realized that I was having lunch with a
woman whose only prior introduction to me was being fucked on camera
for my viewing pleasure.

    She must have caught my gaze because she made a beeline for my
table.  I rose to greet her and she took my hand in a firm shake.
"You must be Biff," she pronounced, giving me a once over, which, I
was secretly pleased to admit, lingered over my bulging trousers.  She
settled into the chair that I held for her and then I sat again,
opposite her.  A slight smile played across her lips as she looked me
over.  "I take it you recognize me?" she inquired coyly.

    In her early thirties, I decided that Julie was actually much
sexier now than in her videos when her hair had been dyed an unnatural
platinum blonde.  In fact, rather than just admit it to myself, I went
ahead and told her as well.  "I do recognize you, actually - but I
have to say, there are some people who look better on screen than in
person.  You are definitely not one of those people."

    Julie beamed.  I suspect that she was not used to sincere
compliments from her fans and probably more accustomed to crude
propositions from men snorting and telling her they'd show her a
"real" man.

    "Why thank you," she laughed gaily.  Then with a sidelong glance
clearly aimed at disconcerting me, she said, "So you don't think I
looked better naked and riding on a thick cock?"

    I blushed, something that I rarely do.  Never at a total loss for
words, I stumbled through something about not going quite that far,
but...  Julie laughed again, a musical, vibrant laugh that was quite
pleasant to listen to.  

     "Well," she continued in her role of teasing me, "I do hope that
whatever ideas you have for me involve getting you in front of the
camera as well."  She licked her lips ever so slightly as she
delivered the statement, and I decided that my pants really were quite
a bit too confining at that particular moment.  Saved by the waitress,
however, we were allowed to focus our attention on the wine list for a
few moments and ordered a bottle of good Chianti and a pair of salads.
That dealt with, and the initial flirting concluded, we settled down
to the real reason we were sitting there.

    "Listen Biff, I want you to know that although I don't have many
details about what you have in mind, the little I've heard so far
sounds extremely intriguing.  Of course, that's why I flew in to meet
with you."  It turned out as she went on that my name and a
description of my ideas had been given to her by a contact at one of
the companies that had rejected me recently.  "And," she went on,
"It's not the first time I've come across your name."

    At my quizzical look, she elaborated.  "I'm a fan," she confessed.
"I've read all of your stories online, and I have your name in an
alert list so that I see new stories as soon as you post them.  I love
your ideas, your story lines - if your ideas for videos are anything
like your writing, I can't wait to hear them.  I'd love you meet your
wife," she said, and then, almost under her breath, "Or be her..."
Then it was her turn to blush in consternation.  Before I could say
anything, she changed tacks and tried to get her feet onto solid
ground again.  "Tell me, what's your total readership?"

    I leaned back in my seat and took a sip of wine.  "Unique?
Mid-hundred thousand, probably...  Maybe 175,000 total?  It's pretty
high, actually, considering that my distribution and promotion is
pretty limited."  She nodded as I spoke.

    "Look, you know that I've been on camera, so I know what that
world is like.  I've also directed for two different companies over
the past several years.  But I think you and I are both on the same
page - there's a big gap in video entertainment for the type of
material you write, both your fiction and your true stories.  I think
that there are people who would buy those movies and love them, and I
think they'd be loyal customers.  No, it might not be the single,
blue-collar guy who wants a stroke film - but I think that a lot of
men pick out videos with the intention of watching with their wife,
girlfriend, whatever."

    She glanced around and, since our salads were nowhere in sight,
reached into her purse.  Withdrawing a pack of cigarettes, she
inquired, "You don't mind if I smoke do you?"  At a slight shake of my
head she grinned knowingly.  "Of course you don't," she said as she
put a cigarette to her lips and lit it.  Tilting her head back, she
exhaled a rich plume of smoke and continued.

    "Before we talk about your ideas, let me finish by telling you
what I bring to the table."  I realized suddenly that Julie was
actually selling herself to me, much as I had expected to need to do
with her.  "Obviously I know the industry, and I have connections.  I
have capital, some mine, some from investors.  I have equipment,
distribution channels, and I know what it takes to produce, package,
and market a video.  I also have a brand new company that has not yet
produced a single film, which makes me an unproven quantity.  But, I
don't want to compete with all the stuff that's out there now."  She
took a long pull from her cigarette.  "What I want is to make movies
that turn me on, movies that turn my friends on - that turn real
people on.  I want to sell people something worth watching.  And if I
make a few bucks at the same time..." she trailed off with a twinkle
in her eye.

    "Listen Julie, that all sounds fabulous.  From what you've told
me, and my impression of you so far, I believe you can do exactly what
you're describing."  I was having a bit of difficulty staying focused
on the subject at hand, while watching this sexy woman rolling her
cigarette between her fingertips and smiling at me.  "I'm not sure
where you think that I fit in though - it sounds like you have plenty
of your own ideas already."

    "Ideas, yes," she agreed.  She took a final drag from her
cigarette and put it out, exhaling slowly.  "But what I need is a
writer, a choreographer, a cinematographer.  I need someone who is on
the same page as I am.  Someone who can push me artistically and
sexually, and vice versa.  I have the mechanics, the business - but I
need the artist to make it all happen.  I believe you're the missing
piece to my puzzle."

    The salads arrived on that note, which gave me a moment to
consider my response.  "Julie, I'm not sure if you're interviewing me,
or convincing me."

    She winked at me as a forkful of lettuce slid between those
luscious lips.  "Maybe I'm propositioning you," she said dangerously
between bites.

    Christ was this woman sexy!  I was more than a touch concerned
that my attraction to her could be a problem, but then again, there
are worse problems to have.  She indicated that I should go ahead and
talk to her about my ideas as we ate.

    "Well, as you know from my writing already, there are some
fetishes that I enjoy writing about - the creampies, the smoking,
large cocks and dildos.  But more than just fetish fare, I envision a
line of erotica that is aimed at stimulating both men and women
simultaneously.  Give both of them what they want to see, and get rid
of things that detract.  For just a few examples, the de rigueur
facial..."  She wrinkled her nose even is I began.

     "Let me just tell you, a woman does not want a guy's come all
over her face, in her hair, in her eyes...  I mean, once in a great
while and in the right setting it might be sexy, but enough already!"
she interjected.  I found myself nodding in agreement.

    "OK, so that.  Also, spitting on a woman's pussy to lubricate her,
or even a woman spitting on a guy's dick - not sexy.  Grabbing the
woman's head and pulling her down on you during a blowjob - degrading.
Unattractive actors of either gender have got to go - I mean, what the
fuck's with Ron Jeremy, for Christ's sake?"  Julie giggled; I was
getting warmed up and into my element, and the wine was smoothing my
inhibitions.  "What woman thinks a fat, hairy guy nicknamed 'Hedgehog'
is sexy?  And on the flip side, absurdly large fake tits with bad
implant scars - come on!  I'm not opposed to implants, but unnatural
is not sexy.  And all of the peroxide blonde superstar actresses -
look, I'd rather watch a sexy, beautiful, unknown woman have an
incredible onscreen fuck than see the same mediocre scene with a
moderately attractive, big name star."

    "Well, we can agree with all of that for sure," Julie laughed.
"So that's all stuff you DON'T want to see - what do you put in its
place?"

    "Men who are genuinely sexy to the women viewers, with big cocks.
Women who are actually attractive and who are enjoying what they're
doing.  Seductive storylines that a couple can get into - I'm not
talking about big silly plots where some private investigator has to
track down a murder and fucks half the witnesses during the film.  But
scenes that have some mental stimulation, like a couple who fantasizes
during sex about having a hot threesome, then goes out to the bar
where she picks up a guy and brings both of the guys home with her." 

    Julie seemed to be shifting in her seat as I spoke.  "And in a
movie like that, you don't leave any doubt as to their marital status.
The couple is wearing wedding rings that you actually see during the
sex.  The woman actually acts like she hasn't been with another guy
besides her husband in years - tentative at first, but when she
becomes comfortable she really goes for it completely.  The men treat
her like a sexy goddess, and she has multiple, real orgasms.  They
double-penetrate her and have to take it slow so that she can handle
the stimulation because she's never been fucked like that in her life
before, and you can see that in her face..." 

    Julie took a slightly shaky breath and lit another cigarette with
hands that trembled a bit.  I could sense underneath the table the
movement of her rubbing her legs together softly.  "Mmm..." she
murmured.  "That sounds fabulous.  What else?"

    "How about a scenario in which a woman teases her husband all day
long while he's working, driving him sexually wild but with no way to
deal with it.  She might call him several times at work and let him
listen to her masturbate with big dildos or vibrators, and he would be
envisioning her in various sexual settings at other times.  It would
build until he couldn't stand it and left work to be with her."

    "Kind of like that story you wrote about the time your wife did
that to you?" Julie offered.

    "Yeah - that was real, and incredibly erotic for me.  And that's
why people would watch this, because they'll feel it too.  Or even
edgier things, like a film that starts with a man coming home
unexpectedly to find his wife or girlfriend lying in their bed,
freshly fucked.  Full of mixed emotions, he would nevertheless be
intensely aroused and she would pull his face to her come filled pussy
to eat her.  Their lovemaking would be intense, powerful, and
gradually they would seek out the same experience again and again."  I
felt sweat upon my brow even in the low seventy-degree temperatures,
and my cock was painfully swollen.  Julie's smoking was also getting
to me, I realized as she blew out a cone of white smoke before me.
She caught me staring.

    "I suppose that some of the women in these films would smoke,
wouldn't they?" she teased me.

    I grinned.  "It's statistically likely."  We both knew that if we
made movies under my creative control, it was more like a statistical
certainty.

    "Biff, I want to work with you.  Badly.  God, I might have to go
play with myself in the bathroom to cool off, just from listening to
you.  In fact, one of these days I might just have to convince your
wife to let me star in one of these scenes with you."  She put her
soft hand upon my wrist and her touch was warm, thrilling.  "You have
a sexy mind, and that's incredibly stimulating to a woman.  Plus it
doesn't hurt that you're fucking hot too!"  She laughed again and let
her touch linger a moment longer, then reached into her purse to pay
the bill.  I tried to protest but she insisted.  "Business lunch,
honey.  Don't worry about it."

    We made arrangements for me to begin work on some scripts and to
fly to New York in two weeks, expenses paid, for casting interviews.
Then we parted, Julie pressing her lips to my cheek for a few seconds
- long enough for a whiff of her sensual perfume to fill my nostrils.
During that brief embrace she pressed herself to me enough that I felt
her firm breasts against my chest, and she no doubt got a first-hand
impression of my rigid cock probing her stomach.  Just before closing
the door of the cab I hailed for her, Julie popped her head back out. 

    "Be sure to bring Kelly in for the weekend - I can't wait to meet
her!  We'll make her an artistic consultant and have her in on the
casting calls.  I have a feeling her input will be very useful."  She
blew me a kiss and was gone.

**********

    "Well how did it go?" Kelly demanded eagerly.  At first, Kelly
hadn't been aware of my writings.  But some time ago, she discovered
my hobby and has encouraged it often.  She was especially intrigued
about my meeting that afternoon and had commented several times on how
nice it would be to have some "good movies" to watch.  Kelly sauntered
over to me and kissed me hello, sniffing.  "I can smell her perfume on
you - did you have to fuck her for an audition?"

     The words could have come out harshly, but said with a smile I
knew my wife was teasing me.  Not that I hadn't been tempted, but she
was quite confident in my fidelity.  After all, in my stories it was
more likely to be Kelly fucking another man than the other way
around...

    "It went well.  Better than well.  She's going to do it!" I
responded.

    "Really?  That quickly?"

    "She wants me to work out five or six scripts - she feels that
she'll need that many titles to get the company started.  And she'll
pay me $5000 per title, plus 2% of net once the film breaks even - I
was expecting to have to work for free, just to get the ball rolling.
And she wants me - well, us, to come to New York in two weeks to work
on screening auditions for the films."

    "Me too?" asked Kelly in surprise.  "Not that I'm complaining
about the chance to go pick out the sexiest guys with the biggest
cocks for the movies, but why me?"

    "You're quite a celebrity to her," I said smiling.  "It also turns
out she's read all of my stories."

    Kelly grinned wickedly and slid her hand inside my pants to stroke
my cock.  "And which stories are you going to turn into movies first?
The one with the new neighbors?  Or the one where you come home and
I've been fucking other men?"  She kissed me hard, sliding her tongue
inside my mouth sensually.  "Better be careful taking me to New York,"
she murmured, "I might want to audition to play myself."

    I groaned audibly at her words, and my cock jumped in her hands.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" my sexy wife whispered, sliding to
her knees and fishing my dick through my zipper to rub the head across
her lips.  "You'd like watching me fuck a few guys at a time on
camera, knowing that thousands of people would jerk off or fuck while
watching me?"  She sucked me in, inch by inch, swirling her tongue on
the sensitive underside of my prick.  "God, that would be fabulous
getting fucked by some really big cocks onscreen."  She bobbed her
mouth up and down, sucking me firmly and leaving a trail of burgundy
lipstick on my dick.

    "Was Julie sexy?" she asked me, changing directions.  I moaned a
long yes.  "I bet she was - she was a porn star, right?"  I said yes,
but that she was even hotter now.  "I bet she'd like to fuck you too,"
Kelly continued.  "Who knows, maybe we could film the story that you
wrote about your surprise birthday present.  The one where I seduce
you with my girlfriend and then I go down on her...  Would you like
that, if you and I and Julie did that scene?"  Kelly was pumping me,
sucking me in between her words, and the stimulation combined with my
constant arousal all afternoon finally got the better of me.  With a
deep groan I came, emptying my full balls into my wife's warm mouth.
She swallowed most of it as I exploded, sucking me gently until I
softened slightly in her mouth, then rose and kissed me deeply with
her salty lips.  "I can't wait for our trip, and you have some work to
do - off to the computer you go," she insisted gently.

**********

    "Julie, I'd like to introduce my wife Kelly," I said as we entered
the small office.  

    Julie wasn't one to stand off upon meeting someone.  She fell upon
Kelly with a big hug, and then followed with one for me.  "Kelly, I'm
so glad to meet you!  I feel like I know you so well," she said with
genuine warmth.  

    "If it's all based on what this character wrote," Kelly said with
a playful nudge at my arm, "Don't believe everything you've read."
Then, straight-faced, she continued, "But most of it is right, and I'm
still getting around to the rest."  The ladies erupted in giggles with
not-so-subtle glances at yours truly.

    Trying to take my mind off of how sexy Julie looked, in a
semi-translucent black silk blouse that revealed her lacy bra and
generous cleavage, along with a high-slit white skirt and sexy makeup,
I commented on the office.  The location was excellent - it was a
relatively nondescript but well-kept four-story building in a decent
neighborhood of Manhattan.  It wasn't right on a main thoroughfare,
which provided both some anonymity and some privacy, but it was still
easy to get to and fairly safe.  The interior and exterior were both
scrupulously clean, and I remarked on this to Julie.

    "I bought this building in the early nineties," she revealed with
a glance over her shoulder, "When the market was relatively low here
and I was making good money on my films.  Best investment I've ever
made.  The top two floors I rent out to discrete businesses.  The
second floor is my personal living space.  And the ground floor will
be dedicated to the company offices and sets for the new company."
She gave us the grand tour of the first floor, noting such
improvements as the offices in the front, the changing areas, a large
conference room, and a pair of sets with moveable walls and plenty of
storage space.  "They're heavily soundproofed," she revealed.  "I'm
still building up the furnishings but should be ready to go by the
time we start shooting.  Now, why don't we go upstairs and have a
drink?  The auditions won't be for a little while yet."

    We followed her up a concealed stairway to a luxurious apartment
nicely decorated with contemporary furnishings.  It was a wide-open
floor plan that made the nearly 5000 square foot living space seem
even more enormous.

    "My God," breathed Kelly.  "We live well, but this - this is
amazing!  And in Manhattan of all places..."  

    Julie lit a cigarette and offered one to Kelly as well.  "The
neighborhood isn't nearly as expensive as Tribeca or the Upper East
Side" she admitted, "But you're right.  I got a great bargain when I
bought it, and at this point the rent from the top two floors is more
than my payment.  And the building is worth nearly $12 million now.
Truthfully, that's a lot of what has let me get this company started
without having to take investors, since I have collateral for the
loans."

    "What do you plan to do for public scenes?" I asked as she poured
drinks from a bar set against one of the walls.  She carried them over
on a platter and sat in a chair opposite the couch that she motioned
Kelly and I to.  As she picked up her cigarette from the ashtray and
crossed her legs, I was treated to a wide expanse of her tanned thigh
where the skirt rode up.

    "I have a friend who owns a bar/nightclub, and another who owns a
few restaurants.  Is that what you had in mind?"  She took a long sexy
drag from her cigarette and from the corner of my eye I caught Kelly
looking at me as I looked at Julie.  Turning my head towards my wife,
I saw a smile flutter at the edges of her lips as she pulled on her
own cigarette.

    "That sounds about right," I agreed.  I made short work of the
drink Julie had retrieved.  "So what's the plan for this afternoon?" I
inquired.

    "Simple.  I'll have my cameraman acting as host.  He'll send in
one actor or actress at a time for us to review.  It will be the three
of us, plus my two assistants Jake and Cami.  That's the whole
company, by the way.  We'll evaluate the applicants as they come in
and see what we like."  She looked at Kelly, "We'll all keep score
individually - who we think is sexy, who has a great cock or great
tits, who we'd like to fuck..."  

    I happened to glance between the women just at the right moment to
see Julie's expression as she spoke, and the impact the words had.  It
was clear that Julie wasn't speaking simply rhetorically, and Kelly
flushed slightly as she obviously took Julie's meaning.  "Are you
going to perform in these videos?" she asked Julie curiously.

    "I would expect so," Julie nodded thoughtfully.  "When I hit 28, I
thought I was just about done with acting - the traditional industry
leans toward the younger girls.  But for this type of product, I think
late twenties and early thirties will be very appropriate.  What about
you - when will I be filming you?"

    Kelly flushed some more.  "You mean both of us?" she stammered
slightly.

    Julie slid well forward in her chair, and at the same time the
skirt rode higher.  I could see most of her hip now, and if the legs
had been parted I'm quite certain her pussy would have been right in
front of me.

    "Both of us?" Julie repeated.  "I know I'd like that, and I'm sure
your husband would enjoy watching or joining in..."  I stifled a laugh
as I realized Julie's intentional misunderstanding.  Kelly
backpedaled...

    "Well, um...  Yeah, he would.  I wasn't sure if you meant him and
I, or just me with, you know - other guys?" Kelly finally managed to
spit it out.  True to form, my cock was once again raging, and I
caught Julie noticing it.  She didn't miss much, I realized.

    "All of the above," Julie responded seriously.  "Look, we both
know it would drive your husband sexually wild to watch you fucking
other guys.  And you might resist admitting it in front of him, but
you'd love to do it."  She turned to face me.  "And as for you, well,
I already told you I plan to fuck you as soon as possible, on camera
or off.  I have a feeling when you see some of the women who are
coming through today, you'll want to be in your own scenes as well."

    Kelly and I were kind of looking at each other nervously, but with
excitement as well.  Did we want to bring our fantasies to real life?
And did we want to be filmed doing it?

    As if reading our minds, Julie rose from her chair and moved
behind us, leaning in so that her face was between ours.  In that
position I had a perfect view of her tits hanging down to fill her bra
heavily.  Her intoxicating perfume filled my senses once more.  "We
can always just do outtakes for the fun of it too, no distribution
required, if you don't end up wanting to go public."  She tilted her
head to face Kelly, who instinctively responded in kind, and then
leaned in and kissed her gently, with just a hint of tongue.  Then she
turned and did the same to me, kissing me more aggressively and
probing my mouth with her warm, moist tongue. 

    Finally she broke off the kiss.  "Mmm...much as I'd like to spend
the afternoon doing this, business awaits.  Shall we?"  She motioned
us towards the stairs, retrieving her lipstick from her purse to fix
the smudges our kissing had caused

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I am not a professional writer.  If you enjoyed this fantasy story,
let me know!  Please keep the encouragement coming.  I write of both
real experiences (labeled "true") and fantasies/fiction  (labeled
"fiction") - check the header to know what is what.  If you're
following a "series", let me know what you think and want to hear!

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