“This site should provide all the stone we need for everything that still needs to be built to include the miles and miles of perimeter rock walls a...round the Estancia.”I looked around carefully before asking, “Tom, how big do you think this hole is going to be when we are done in two or three years?”He thought for a moment. “It will probably be about a mile wide, two miles long, and roughly ten feet deep.”I whistled and said, “That’s a big hole!” Everyone laughed at that.I turned to Giuseppe.. Alicia was sitting alone at the bar and she perked up when she saw me. I was far drunker than I thought I was and couldn’t make it to the bathroom, I went and sat next to her.‘So, still not having fun in the night of sexual debauchery?’ I said.‘No, this isn’t really my thing.’ She said and shrugged her shoulders.‘But, it looks like you are having fun.’ She said her eyes locked on my exposed breasts.I laughed and before I could reply, several guys came over and started hitting on us. They tried. Let's file that one away for later. My writing is a super intelligent process.So feel free to weigh in, most Constructive Reader, let me know what you do and don't like. Shoot me any ideas or directions you might have. They have certainly helped in the past and I welcome the interaction.Full disclosure; I am considering moving some of my writing to other online platforms. All open-access and free-to-read, of course. The stories published here will be my unwitting test material as I check out. I found those old, familiar words so easily: “Then with a quiver of exquisite pleasure he touched the warm soft body, and touched her navel for a moment in a kiss.” I knew the next line by heart; it should be “And he had to come in to her at once, to enter the peace on earth of her soft, quiescent body.” It had always struck me as strange that without even a paragraph break, he went from kissing her naval (which of course maybe wasn’t her navel at all) to fucking her, even though the fucking.