Sex for Money
Four years ago at age 29, I had a boyfriend who was eleven years younger than me. Okay, go ahead with the Mrs. Robinson jokes. I'll wait here. Done? Good. This young man whom I'll call Junior Boyfriend was sweet and sexy and adoring and adorable. Tall, skinny twerp. Tall because of genetics. Skinny because of Type One Diabetes.
At this moment readers of THE SIREN will start paying more attention.
I left Junior Boyfriend for a few days to visit some friends. Junior was fabulous about calling me every day so when two days passed without a phone call, I started to get annoyed. On day three, I got a call from an unknown number. Luckily I was in a phone answering mood that day, because it was Junior on the other end telling me he'd gone into Diabetic Ketoacidosis the day I left town and had to be rushed to the hospital.
My Junior Boyfriend had been unconscious for a couple of days. He had almost died.
I rushed home to be at his side in the hospital. The ICU was so full they had to put him in the PICU, and of course I teased him mercilessly for that. Well, until we started making out in his hospital bed. Then it was a different kind of teasing.
Shortly after I became a client of Sara Megibow of the Nelson Literary Agency, I was asked (as all clients were) if I would donate a critique or something writerly to the Brenda Novak's Annual On-Line Auction for Diabetes Research. I saw the word "diabetes" and the picture of her son, a Type One Diabetes sufferer like my Junior Boyfriend, and said "yes" immediately.
But I didn't want to do a simple critique and I had no signed books to give out. All I had was my dirty little mind. So I put up for auction a story--a personalized story--a sexy story. The winner of my auction would receive the 10-12 page smut scenes of your dreams. Personalized fan fiction. Anything you wanted. The place, the person, the position, the reason, the rhyme.
The bidding went well. The story sold for $375.
I'd like to think I made Junior ExBoyfriend proud.
You too can win a personalized sexy story by me, because I'm batshit crazy enough to do it again! The bidding is open. Can I hear one-hundred dollars? Anyone? Anyone?
Someday you can say you have your own story by the author of this...
Prayers of healing to all diabetes sufferers. There is hope. Take your shots. Don't eat too many carbs. AND DON'T EVER SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN, JUNIOR!