So… I have this problem. When I read a story I like, this little monkey in my brain starts running off with all sorts of “what if” ideas. Sometimes those ideas become strong enough that I have to write them down.
That happened when I read Fanlon’s The Windy Pines, My Third Summer. There’s a scene where Mary’s parents watch her have sex with her boyfriend and don’t get upset by it. It made my wonder about their home life and, well… with Fanlon’s permission, this is the result.