Yawns. Scratches body parts in need of scratching. Rolls out of bed and turns on the computer. Heads for the Café and opens the joint up.
Man, this place is a mess. I need to stop throwing these wild html parties 🙂
Drums fingers on desktop. Decides to checks poll results. Mutters something about not feeling the love.
I wonder whether I would get more participation if I made the next poll about how much sex to put in the story?
With this crowd of lurkers? Probably not.
Types message to the three people in the universe known to be reading the story. Oh, yeah, make that two if Tom’s server is down. I may try to put up Chapter 2 at some point this evening. Assuming my head stops throbbing by then, of course 🙂
In the meantime, keep yourself appropriately entertained. And turn down those damn speakers before clicking on that link for crying out loud! Who needs all that racket at this hour of the morning.