It had always been my intention to finish this story but life got in the way. I think I started it just before the London Olympics.
Now, in the year 2023, I've finished it, more or less how I always intended. I'm sorry it took so long.
I once harboured a dream of properly editing it and releasing it as an ebook. Maybe one day.
If you're coming to this fiction fresh or you're going back to the beginning to remind yourself of the story, please accept my heartfelt and abject apology for so many things including but not limited to: references to sleep walking sex, mentions of Bill Cosby and the fact that my POV jumps wildly from character to character, sometimes within the same scene.
Mea Culpa
This final instalment was written in fits and bursts over the last however many years. I really can't comment on the quality.
But done is better than perfect.
And finally, thank you, so very much, to everyone who sent me a review or a kind comment or a wish to see the story finished.
I'm truly stunned that people were and are still reading it.
goo.