Often I'm approached with a concept for a story. Sadly most are scams, which I've grown accustomed to. This one was presented by someone whose use of the written word, while begrudgingly providing details, told me that this person's talents far exceed my abilities as a writer (I'm not one, I tell stories). My gut said to back away slowly. When the moderator rejected the story, my gut became all smug and righteous. Yet, here I am pushing this story away from the shore. Emailer provided the troubled background, which I wove into a story, adding a possible resolution. This one's for you youngster. For my antagonists, you'll want to hurry home and rip your girlfriend's knickers off. It looks like they're cutting off your circulation...