Soon she wouldn’t be smart enough to even read the words on her own chest. Indian XXX I pushed her away. All these things were happening to all of the infected, including my wife. “We have to go see the aquarium. It was so much larger, now. But she had, and she was, and I was, and that was it. “You won’t be able to help yourself, either. She slowly came back to herself. “Just a bunch of naked women. Cold water, now. So I held my breath, slowed my pace, and kept on fingering out dollop after dollop of her new, gooey, strawberry secretions. It’s like the nanites knew what she hated most and turned her into it. I entered the bedroom to find my still-naked wife sitting on the bed. She still seemed herself. Finish her off. “Warm,” she said. The berries.”
I sighed, then nodded. “The art museum,” I said. “I can’t stay here. All of her pubic hair had fallen out and was floating in the tub. Hurry, hurry. I didn’t know whether that was a kindness or a horror. My wife was so skinny at that time—professional power-woman pantsuit slender—that any change to her body was noticeable.
