That's the sad trade-off, authors can get some money for selling a few stories but may loose a number of fans. What is wrong with selling stories for ...money? Nothing, it's just the limited distribution because of the money involved. I assume that many just can't afford these sites. Anne, some people think you should only sell to "good people". Anne-Mal, I meant on the internet you may get a smaller reader base by selling to a pay site than offering the stories for free, so less fans. Oh, I. He was on his way to Florida for the holidays, driving from D.C. He considered taking a plane but decided the cost would set him back considerably. He figured a road trip could be therapeutic, nice scenery and plenty of quiet alone time. Unfortunately for him his car had other plans and had broken down before he could even escape the state of Virginia. The shop told him it would take at least three days in order to have a new transmission installed, considering his car was so old they had to. It was your typical boy's club situation.One of the board members, Maxwell Schoonover, was a pompous ass who had tried to publicly humiliate Carmelita at previous meetings. In addition to being a board member, Maxwell was also head of the legal department, and a licensed lawyer in his own right.At 43 years old, Maxwell was a good-looking man, but also a terrible person. Married and divorced once already, he had learned his lesson and was now staying with his current wife of seven years. He was. We can not hear a whisper." Her fingers rested on her lap.Abigail smiled and signed, "I will show you."She ran her finger down her brother-in-law's chest. Her sex pulsed lightly inside her and she glanced back at her sister. She closed the distance between her and Roger, slipping her other hand over his shoulder. Her fingers came up and she signed, "A whisper sounds like a soft touch. A caress to the skin that you can hardly feel." Show us a whispered kiss," Joyce answered back.Roger groaned.