"There are any number of plans out there now to implement the successor to FictionMania. Not the replacement . . . there will never be another Fictio...Mania. But there will be something new. And, if you truly feel guilty over some imagined slight you may or may not have committed which may or may not have contributed to the demise of Mindy's FictionMania, you can make it up to her by not abandoning your writing, by contributing to whatever successor rises like a phoenix from the virtual ashes. Anytime they weren’t arguing about which crew was better. “One pirate ship crippled as requested, Captain!”Jono was standing beside me and said “They’ll just move some oars from the other side until they have the same number on either side.”“Do they carry enough spare oars to completely recover from that? How about steering oars?”“No. They may have one or two spares, but not many. I doubt if they have any spare steering oars. They may use one of their regular rowing oars as a replacement.”“So. He did not see the flaws in her, and because she could see them in herself, she thought lesser of him. This idiot was blind to her, and in that moment, her respect for him started to die.Most of all she felt cheated. Was this how her life was supposed to turn out? Used up? Would she be discarded for someone younger, with less wrinkles and a tighter pussy? Sure she had some stretch marks on her, sure her tits sagged, but damn it she showed him! She could still attract whomever she wanted.Looking. I used to pass girls of all ages doing exactly the same as me, some alone and some in small groups, standing outside a tent, watching the owner come to a conclusion then giggling off happy to have seen and inadvertably helped. I remember at a get-together being invited to sit on the lap of a friend of my mothers, around a table, where everyone sat eating and drinking and being boisterous. I was sitting with one leg either side of his, pulled up close and had his pubic hair on my bum and his.