And then he posted them to the Internet.Which was where Tammy's second problem came in. For Tammy had a nemesis. Mr. Critic. Oh, wicked Mr. Critic!Eve...y time Tammy posted a new story, sure enough Mr. Critic would criticize it."Your spelling is atrocious," Mr. Critic would write, in his oh-so-proper way, "and you seem to have no grasp of conventional grammar, without the saving grace of true experiment. The plot is miniscule, the characters the thinnest cardboard, and the ending completely. The twins' passionate kiss. Sage! I drove myself mad with lust as I arrived at my destination, pushing the double doors open and entering my favorite room in the building - the auditorium. It was my fantasy location. I had often daydreamed of being on stage masturbating or being taken by another woman while I was being watched by an audience of students, teachers, and even family members and strangers. All adoring me as I performed for them, and for my mistress.It was the only fantasy I had. It was Friday night. Julia was touring way up the coast, a thousand miles from here. Rather than sit around my apartment I went over to Diane Gilmont's party. You met Diane when you visited a few months ago. She's straight but enjoys filling her place with all sorts of people. "The more the merrier," she says and then usually ads something about the more varied the better too. Her place is down at the beach and it's high summer so the dress is pretty informal.I was sipping a nice Scotch, poured. The shooting from the north stopped, but there seemed to be a lot of shouting and movement outside. Then that stopped as well. There was more shooting from the direction of the wrecked garrison building and muffled screaming. There was a long period of relative silence, occasionally interrupted by a shot or a scream. Later, in the afternoon, there was another round of shooting near the warehouses and marketplace. Several squads of cavalrymen rode by the house. Later, a group of foreigners.