I thank Literotica for...

[elsol]

Limited number of characters in a story description...

That way I don't have to read someone making apologies in the description because there's no sex until Chapter 3... or explaining that it's not stroke... or... or... or...

*GRRR*

Sincerely,
ElSol

 

[Songcatcher]

*Grrr* yoursel.

 

[BlackShanglan]

They'll only do it in a forward.

The pleading forward: an author's admission that s/he can't do that job.

 

[stormkitty]

They'll only do it in a forward.

By the way, it's 'foreword', not 'forward'.

 

[minsue]

Welcome, BTW, if I've not said it yet.

By the way, it's 'foreword', not 'forward'.

Are you going to do that for every type and misspelled word? You'll get awfully tired 'round here.

 

[BlackShanglan]

By the way, it's 'foreword', not 'forward'.

Humblest apologies. At times my typing and my thoughts do not keep pace with each other.

 

[minsue]

Humblest apologies. At times my typing and my thoughts do not keep pace with each other.

Look above you. I didn't realize my typo on the damned word "typo" until now. The gods of typing are mocking me.

 

[BlackShanglan]

Look above you. I didn't realize my typo on the damned word "typo" until now. The gods of typing are mocking me.

*cackles*

(And do you know what it takes to make a horse cackle?)

That's brilliant It's like the corollary to "anyone correcting someone else's spelling or typing will inevitably make a typo in the correction."

Shanglan

 

[cloudy]

*cackles*

(And do you know what it takes to make a horse cackle?)

That's brilliant It's like the corollary to "anyone correcting someone else's spelling or typing will inevitably make a typo in the correction."

Shanglan

"Shanglan's Law"?

 

[ChilledVodkaIV]

Albert could never understand all the fuss and hoo ha involved in this sort of thing. Surely a cup of tea and a nice chat were all that were needed?

As usual, a tear betokened his coming grief as he stared glass-eyed at the rag doll half laid across the unkempt bed. After this many years, simply by looking and by touch, attempting to move the head a little, he could guess roughly how long the perpetrator had been gone from the scene and the minimum time they would take to return.

Sometimes it was years, mostly, if it was going to be ever, it would be within 18 hours of the incident. The timing depended on a great many things; relationship, length of relationship, reason for relationship, depth of relationship. Albert knew, nineteen times out of twenty that whatever the cause it could have been settled amicably over a cup of tea and chat.

Rigour come and gone, two superficial and one mortal wound, fresh cut flowers, unopened bottle of wine (three feet from bed) some jewellery (no rings, no missing rings), no forcible entry, no tidying up. (Tidying up was the easiest and first thing to spot).

Albert quickly answered the knock at the door waving in the SOCO to do his work and hand him the report tomorrow morning at the latest. Minutae.

Next would come the coroner's assistant to establish time and means and he too would hand his report in tomorrow morning at the latest.

Albert left the room to go down the steep staircase and gave orders to the officer at the front door regarding admission and exit. He had probably four maybe five hours to wait. Sit in his car and wait out the return time.

If he was lucky, very lucky (and two out of five is pretty good odds for his own record) he would hit the return time and make it all good. Good for detective work, not good for the rag doll upstairs. Nothing would be good for him again

 

[stormkitty]

Welcome, BTW, if I've not said it yet.

Are you going to do that for every type and misspelled word? You'll get awfully tired 'round here.

No. Somehow BlackShanglan struck me as the sort who makes the effort to get such things right. I hope he didn't mind.