Used to be a pinned story here until The Rough and the Smooth was gutted.
I was angry at CBn and at IFP, and that anger killed the story for a time in my mind and in my heart.
Following the good advice of friends, such as Jeremy Duns, I began to pursue and publish my own stories again.
Eight years later, though, it still bothered me that I had left Bond and Juliette Bliss naked and unconscious in that motel room.
So I picked up my pen.
If you started this story back in the day, and wondered what happened, then this is for you.
If you really don't care, then it isn't.
If any of my old friends are still lurking around here, "Cheers."