About Lost and Found 2: Exotic Pets
by Syd McGinley
49 pages
/ 21000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-418-2, 1-60370-418-3
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc
Summer has arrived, and Dr. Fell is hosting a summer camp for Doms and their subs. He plans a festival sort of atmosphere, with commitment ceremonies and games, hoping for some fun, and some training. Of course, nothing is ever that simple, and when the other Doms put together a foundation for rescuing subs from bad situations, Dr. Fell ends up being nominated as the director.
The first sub that turns up in need of rescue happens to be the stripper the boys hired for Dr. Fell's birthday, and there's another young man who's having trouble communicating his problems, and Dr. Fell knows he has to help. Can he deal with the camp, the rescues, and his own problems with finding someone special, all at the same time?
Sample
Dad is trashing mom’s possessions.
I get home from vacation to voice mail from my cousin Jack. To my relief, he stashed her belongings, and offers to bring them out to the cabin. Jack is so transparent. He likes me well enough -- he let me sleep on his couch when dad threw me out after mom’s funeral -- but he’ll usually take dad’s side for the sake of family peace.
It may be sentimental, but mom had some nice things, and they might help the cabin. Jack rattles up in his old beater, and I peer into the trunk deciding what to take. I’ve given him a beer, so he’s happy to lean against the bumper and shoot the breeze for a bit.
Her sewing machine is the largest item. I’ll say that for dad -- when she needed something for the house he got her the best he could afford -- sometimes more than he could afford. He believed in having the right tools for the job. The carpentry tools he bought me for vocational school are the ones I still use for freelance construction jobs. I guess I’m more like my dad than I thought. I want a boy to look after my every domestic need, and I’ll get him the best I can in return. I’d want him to be happier than mom, though.
I pull out her handmade quilt, her wedding dress -- how could dad trash that? -- a stack of photo albums -- dad kept the ones of just them from before I was born, but my life is in these trashed ones -- and her family recipe book. Dad can’t have noticed it among the photo albums. I’m sure he’d be trying to get the next Mrs. Fell to learn her recipes. I have a crappy feeling that a stepmother-to-be is why he’s getting rid of this stuff. It’s been over a year since mom died; he’s never been the type to waste time. Or do without his comforts.
Jack shuffles. Then coughs.
“Uh, John, I was gonna sell that sewing machine.”