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the story, reading intently. "Do you like it?" I asked, handing him his drink. Sim took a sip, nodding. "Yeah, its really good; once you get past the whips and chains its very well written." I giggled. "Youre not supposed to get past the whips and chains, Sim; whips and chains are the whole point." "Not when youre an editor," Sim pointed out. He leaned casually back in his chair and grinned at me. "A good editor reads the story with two sets of eyes." I must have looked confused because he hurried on. "When I read a story for the first time I have to see the different levels of it; spelling, grammar, punctuation, format: these things can be fixed, tweaked, made better. Plot, dialogue, description, characterization: these things are inherent. If a story lack those elements its not going anywhere, no matter how perfect the grammar." "The story doesnt have to appeal to you personally? It just has to have an appeal?" I asked. Id never picked an editors brain before; as a writer, I was intrigued. "Well, it certainly doesnt hurt if I like it," Sim explained. "But my taste is very different from that of the general public; whats going to sell isnt necessarily what I like personally. Its my job to consider the publics tastes over my own." "Oh," I said teasingly. "So youre more of a whips and chains sort of guy working in a vanilla world?" Sim opened his mouth to reply and then closed it wordlessly before laughing sharply and taking a swig of his drink. "Yeah, in a manner of speaking I guess I am. Its fair to say my personal taste is a little less mainstream." He leaned forward and double-checked the pen name on the screen. "Okay, so Ive read mystryssofthenytes fine work, what else do you have for me?" "I dont know, are we looking for recruits or are we just trying to get a feel for the genre?" Sim chuckled. "I dont think Im quite ready to graduate from Erotica 101 just yet, so lets just get a feel." I nodded, scrolling down the index of stories to another title. "Fair enough. Should you be taking notes?" Sim shook his dark head. "Plenty of time for that later. Whos this?" He leaned forward to read the small screen of my laptop and his shoulder brushed against mine. I jumped at the scalding contact and tried to ignore Sims arrogant grin. "This is lustyenuf4u," I said with a laugh. "Havent figured out if its a guy or a girl writing, but I really like their stuff." "Why?" Sims eyes were diamond bright, curiosity evident on every line of his handsome face. I shrugged. "I dont know. His or her descriptions are extremely good; its so immediate, like being there. And it all seems completely effortless; as a fellow writer I guess Im a little envious of that skill." Sim settled back in his chair, cradling his drink between his hands. "Read it." "O-kay," I said slowly, unsure of where he was going with his


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