Introduction

How Can You Love ‘Em If You’ve Never Met ‘Em?
A story about friends, love, distance, and sex. Lots of sex.
By Samantha Davis

(A quick note - check the archive for new chapters, because the blogger is slow and doesn't always post them!)

(And an author's note...this story is based on fact, but there's a hell of a lot of fiction involved. If you're wondering if these things have happened to me, as you read, your safest bet is that the exact context is off. I've changed the personalities a tiny bit; changed likes, dislikes. And I added a fetish or two, for interest's sake. My main purpose in writing this is to communicate two things:
a) a rebuttal because ALL of the mainstream romance novels have no "kinky" aspects to them
b) a vague idea of what a long distance relationship feels like. The time in this novel is shortened...the nights spent lonely or sobbing have, for the most part, been removed.
My point is, if I was going to write an honest account, I wouldn't have changed names and ages. But, enjoy anyway. Forget you know the writer, and get to know the character.)

Introduction from Storm

People have been coming to me for years with a statement which they’ve attempted to get through to my thick skull. It still hasn’t worked. However, in case the reader would like to know, the statement in question is as follows: You can’t love someone if you’ve never met them! Honestly. What kind of statement is that? Do you fall in love with someone because of the way they move? The way they kiss you? Or do you fall in love with someone because of the way they think? The way their morals fit so nicely with yours, sometimes, not so nicely. The way you two can argue for hours and, in an instant, come to a decision that you both absolutely love.

This is a harsh question, but one that begs to be asked. Do you fall in love with someone because of the way they look? Or the way they think and contemplate all of the little things in life? It basically comes down to that separation – is it for the body, or the mind, that you fall in love?

Anyway, I’m sure all of my friends will be looking for justification from me. They ask me all sorts of other questions…what if the dude is a stalker? What if he’s an 80 year old pedophile who’s just getting kicks out of making you think you love him? What if he’s an eight year old genius who’s just fucking with you?

Well, if I believe so strongly in the fact that you love a person for who they are, and not how they look….whether he be eight or eighty, male or female, smart or silly…if I love them, then I love them. So what if they’re really missing an arm or have a latex fetish (one I don’t care for, personally). It doesn’t matter.

And so, here is my rebuttal to my friends’ eternal questions. If I, once, make you, the reader, go “Awww!” or “Oooh!”; either to yourself, or out loud, then I win.


On that note, I should finish off my rant and get to the small introduction. Hi. My name is Storm McAllis. I am…less than thirty, older than ten. We'll get to that later. I have grown up in a very small town for most of my life, which we shall, for all purposes of this book, label Nowhere, New York. I don’t have any siblings, and my parents are perfectly normal. No, really. No quirks. Dad’s a business consultant. Mom’s a lawyer. I have dogs…two of them. Silly and Crazy. They’re big, they slobber, and they never go away. They’re from the same litter of German shepherd mutts, brothers. Their real names were Sam and Jack, one named for the Dr Seuss book, and the other named for Jack the Ripper (I was a strange kid).

I also have a ferret, who has his own room. He tried to escape once – his name is Bill. The dogs had him cornered when I walked in from school…it wasn’t a pretty picture. My ferret is rather odd, in that he doesn’t…quite…act like a normal ferret. He has this funny habit of hanging himself upside down and meditating. No, I’m not fucking with you.

That’s my biological family; the one I live with. From this point forward, you will meet the other family that I have. Be afraid…be very, very afraid.