"Snow Flake" by DG (dionysian1@hotmail.com). I planned to just glance at this story late at night and then read it in the morning. However, once I started, I couldn't put it aside. My husband could wait. Heck, if he fell asleep waiting for me, I'd feel guilty and make it up to him with one of my famous blowjobs. By the way, that's the Second Blowjob Principle: If you screw up, give the person for whom you screwed up a good blowjob, and he probably won't care. This principle may fail for someone else, but it has never failed me with regard to my husband. Sometimes he even tricks me into screwing up so that I'll have to resort to the SBP.
Back to the story. A man has to finish his thesis quickly, so that he can get
his Ph.D. and a job. He plans to shack up alone during Christmas vacation at
his parents' isolated cabin in the Adirondacks. On his way to the cabin and
in the midst of a huge snowstorm, he comes upon
The woman turns out to be a psychic. We know this because (a) she says so and
(b) she has an aureole instead of an areola around each nipple. Psychics are
like that. Even the Lone Ranger's faithful psychic Tonto. Actually, this
paragraph is largely a sarcastic spelling lesson.
Since Alan is a scientist, he doesn't really believe Dee is a psychic; but
because she is very grateful and appears to be interested in applying one of
the Blowjob Principles as a means of expressing her gratitude, he decides to
play along. As the author puts it, ".... something about Dee made it seem
natural and right." I won't tell you any more of the plot, except to say that
the sex is very hot and well integrated into the story line. The story is
sort of a hedonistic, druid version of an episode from "Touched by an Angel."
Here's an example of an ambiguous expression: "After laying the cold, limp
body on the couch...." It would have been better to say "After laying the
cold, limp body DOWN on the couch...." or "placing the body, etc." Especially
with a dead body, the present phraseology sounds like necrophilia. Actually,
the grammar is NOT a serious problem in this story. This is an exceptionally
well-written story, and I enjoy finding minor problems with nearly perfect
expression. That's why I'm an English teacher. As my husband once said, "If
you're going to be a bitchy perfectionist about one of the two things you're
exceptionally good at, I'm glad you chose to be an English teacher."