Callipygia is a place, or maybe just a state of mind, for if you go there, and partake, you will become changed…forever.Stephanie Daniels, 29, journalist for the Sheyenne Eagle, has received the assignment of her life. Too many women have gone missing in the region of the South Dakota Black Hills…plus there’s the rumor of a lesbian sex slave camp. And the sidebar of men smelling of alcohol wandering on back roads and telling of being abducted, drugged, tied up, and used as a stud.Are the three stories related?Stephanie will go undercover to find out. She’ll be glad to get out of town for awhile too, and get away from her boyfriend. He’s not abusive, exactly, but he’s also not the love of her life she has always hoped for. In fact, she feels, they live together expressly for the purpose of neither being alone–she really hates their relationship, but has never allowed herself to say it, or even think it!On the bus ride to the Black Hills she comes to realize her long string of meaningless relationships have been a prelude and learning experience to what she really wants: The love of another woman!Weeks will pass as she interviews the families of the missing women, and the–so-called–abducted-used-as-studs-men, but very little information arises about the Dakota Amazons, as the locals have named the imagined lesbian sex slave camp.Feeling discouraged and wondering if she should return to her job without the main story, she relaxes in a bar one night, feeling tearful and more alone than ever when a blonde woman appears in the outside door and causes Stephanie’s stomach to turn into a whirlwind. What’s going on? No man has ever caused her to feel so…so–she couldn’t even give her feelings a description.The young woman notices her too, and approaches, and introduces herself as Megan, and mentions seeing Stephanie’s tears, and tells Stephanie she needs a break, and offers to take her to the mythical land of Callipygia.Excerpt from Chapter 24 ReflectingStephanie and Megan have traveled by car to an isolated ranch, then walked several miles into deep wilderness. When they arrive, Stephanie receives indoctrination and a tour of Callipygia, and her own private room next to Megan.In this chapter she is reliving all the recent events and planning hoping for…true love to soon happen. She has just finished her bath…She sloshed the water, then stood, opened the drain, ran the shower head again. Just a quick wash off. Shower first and wash with their environmentally friendly soap, soak if you want, then shower again. That water eventually is used for irrigation.The drain gurgled. She grasped the towel, a big, plush royal blue one, and began drying herself, feeling her body beneath the soft cotton. Yes, fuller. No ribs sticking out. Buttocks tight. Breasts and nipples, OK. Legs, not bony anymore. Face…she looked in the wall mirror over the sink. Her face was bright, even radiant. Hair, wet, but would dry. Hair dryers must have been one luxury item that Hesper’s dad drew the line on. She didn’t blame him.She wiped her feet one at a time and stepped out, and again looked in the mirror. She let the towel hang. She looked fine. She swallowed.Close. Ready.She walked to Megan’s door, tapped lightly, opened it a crack, spoke softly, and “Meg, I’m finished. and ” What else to say? Nothing. If Megan didn’t know by then…. and “OK, Steph, thanks. and ” Megan’s voice came softly too, and “I’ll be in later…to, say good night. All right? and ” and “Yes. I’ll wait for you. and “The butterflies and bluebirds came streaking back, only ten times as many, and all clamoring to be heard. Megan would come. Stephanie’s next thoughts could not quite make it to the surface. But she knew what those thoughts were, and knew what she wanted.Tonight. It would happen.She pulled the door almost closed, moved across the bathroom and entered her own room. The aquamarine and wine-colored negligee lay waiting. She stared at it, and swallowed.Soon. TONIGHT.Next is Chapter 25 The Loving Scene

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