Chase Dream is my second novel. Also looking for a home. Check it out:


Marsha realized her hands had been motionless on the keyboard for minutes, the only movement her right index finger on the mouse.  Click.  Click.  She looked at the time--nearly eleven o’clock.  She had been staring at the screen for almost three hours.  How do these things happen?  She clicked on the “next” button at the bottom of the page and another splash of color blinked into being.  Here, the elfin-looking girl who'd been flirting with the rather shapely young man on the previous page--someone her daughter, Evadne would have thought was attractive--is really getting down to business.  She has removed whatever strappy apparatus passed for clothing on the previous page, and two breasts the size of her head fall into the boy’s hands--he is a boy, he is drawn baby-faced, a teenager.  In the next panel the girl pushes him onto the ground, discovering a penis that is impossibly large for the pants he had been sporting previously.  Holding it just below her mouth, she looks up at him, and he grins down at her from where he’s lying.  Marsha could almost see him wanting to get up off the ground, grab ahold of the girl.  She clicked the “next” button at the bottom of the page, and there it was, the page demanding money.  Want to read the rest of the story?  You can join for only $20 a month.

That was enough anyway.  Marsha closed the browser and turned off the laptop, ran her fingers through her hair.  She found the variety of things on the internet to be incredible.  This happened to her every few months or so, in the process of checking her email or looking something up on google. She tried to stay away from it, but every once in a while she got sucked in.  That morning, with the web comic—she was at a loss.  Her son, Theo had left a website open that morning, and the add had caught her eye.  20 years earlier it would have made her want to touch herself.  But those days were gone, now she just wanted to want to touch herself.