Oh, hey, look at the time!

I had planned on keeping to a 3 day schedule for posting Blind Rage, but this would make the last post after my vacation starts. That would mean postponing the last 5 or so chapters until after I got back from Amsterdam.

I’d rather not do that to you nice people, so the next post will come out on the 18th, not the 19th. This will give me less time to write, but every post afterward will come every 2 days to ensure that you get the full story before I head out for a week of art museums, books, food, music, and weed. And sex. And binge drinking. And lesbian ogling. Which ought to become a professional spectator sport, really.

(Insanity takes place after the cut.)

“Welcome to Amsterdam Pride, 2009. I’m the host of the second annual Triple L, the Lezzie Lookie Loos, and I’m here with hubby, my always charming co-host. We’re walking along Amperstedlas…Amperskidlas…Ampershitless–okay, we’re a block from our hotel. Oh, here’s a couple from Sweden, and the Swedes are bringing it this year with a lovely pair of pale blondes. What do you think, hubby?”

“I dunno, color me meh. They look too much like the Swiss team from last year.”

“Yes, hubby is reffering to the 2008 team of heterophobics from Copehagen, Switzerland, who curiously also used Copenhagen snuff to help them spit on every man they passed.”

“In my eye!”

“I know, hubby, I know. So if not the Swiss or the Swedes, who do you like?”

“I think the Mexicans still have a strong lead with their team this year. They’re a Mutt and Jeff couple, sure. But the tall muscular chicca with the pixie haircut was just as cute as her shorter and more curvy counter-part. I could see them club dancing naked…in fact, I’m seeing it now. Oh ye-ah…you are such a naughty little kitten, aren’t–”

“Hubby? Drooling.”

“Huh? Oh, yes, I think the Mexicans can take it this year. Zoe?”

“Indeed, you may be right, but we still haven’t–ho-ho-holy shit! Lezzies and homosexuals, bis, guys and grrls, the Russians have arrived! And they’ve brought out, the D-bombs!”

“Zoe, I’d just like to add, snap!! NOM NOM NOM! And also? Homina, homina, homina! That neckline is so low I could slide my–”

“Easy lover! Don’t blow your load out here. Save it for the hookers! But, lord love a duck, look at that pair! Even blind people are staring!”

“And her girlfriend’s tits aren’t bad either.”

“Indeed, and look! The judges are flipping off the competition!”

“Zoe! Put your hands down!”

“Oh, you’re no fun! But the Russians have just opened a can of bow-chicka-bow-wow on the competition! Hubby, I think this match is over. And also, I believe the police are just now showing up, so we need to change locations. Let’s give it up for the limber pair from Moscow! Light on the Richter scale, but heavy on the Schwing rod! A cold home, but what a hot couple!”

“Ow! Don’t tase me bro!”

Heh. Or something like that.

Oh, here’s something else I want to say before this year’s vacation. To everyone who stopped by my web site or my blog to read my stories, thank you. To everyone who bought a book or an e-book this year, I especially thank you for lending your financial support, as well as those of you who posted links to my site or reviews of my stories. Your help means a lot to me, and I don’t really say thank you often enough.

So, thank you for putting up with me.