It’s just that I’m young. And I think I’m pretty ambitious. I don’t know how far that ambition will take me. Anywhere really once I become a s...uccessful novelist, I suppose.”“You’re pretty confident,” Constance noticed.“I think I have to be,” he said. “There’s never a lot of room at the top.”“Is that where you plan to be?”“To really make a living at it, yes. Not like the very top. That’s for genre writers like Stephen King.”“Then like who?”“Thomas Pynchon? But a whole lot more prolific. After a couple of hours of work, I finished my daily quotas and decided to lie down for a nap. When I woke up, I logged back on to the forum and looked back at the exercise bike story to see if the author had updated. To my surprise, the post was gone. I dug deeper and realized the author was no longer a member either. There was no admin note of a suspension or anything, so he obviously just deleted his account.“Okay, now you’ve got my attention,” I mumbled aloud. He had been a forum member for. Lastly was the couple at the other end of the pool. For some reason, their presence kept drawing my attention. I assumed the woman to be in her late 30s, maybe about the same age as my mom. She was of medium stature, probably a couple inches shorter than my 5’6” height, and what I’d come to know as “pleasingly plump” in her build. She wasn’t fat, just softly rounded and almost cherubic, and her turquoise one-piece bathing suit showed her curves in a most positive light. Her hair was a medium. As she got up Bruno jumped up and probed his snout into her pussy area again, she dodged it and walked towards the house , Bruno followed closely sniffing at the back of her skirt and gave an optimistic lunge with his tongue up at her ass. Behave Bruno she giggled , she couldnt help find it a little funny, Bruno sat by the door like a faithful friend waiting for her to come back outside. Sure enough as soon as she appeared, he followed her back to the patio area, every now and again having a.