Author's apology. and disclaimer

First, let me apologise to my remaining fans for my last published
effort. I fell into the trap of writing someone else's fantasy
instead of my own, and it was an unmitigated disaster. You didn't
like it, I didn't like it, it bombed, and deservedly so. I henceforth
promise that I will only write my fantasies. I will welcome
suggestions and ideas, but I will only incorporate them if they
trip my trigger, and even then, probably only after taking them
and adding my own signature touch to them.

Meanwhile, this is an idea I have been holding in my head for some
little while, which was to tell a bit more about the S^3 Society.
I have chosen to follow the story of one young man, who discovers
the Society (or is discovered by it), and finds a home among men
with similiar predilections. Hopefully, you will enjoy it.

Now the disclaimer: This story features extreme torture, and snuff,
of women. If you are unable to distinguish fantasy from reality,
stop now. This story is not for you. Go back and watch your bland
network television programmes. Do not try to reproduce the events
herein depicted at home. Doing so will likely wind up with you
disgraced, imprisoned, and forced to listen to Britney Spears
endlessly, until your grip on reality is so weakened that you begin
to think that your dog is talking to you, and telling you to kill
everyone you meet.

You have been warned. For those who survived all of the above and
are still with me, I present, for your entertainment: