Cynthia and I played around a lot, but we both knew there was a line that neither of us should ever cross. We got close a couple of times, but then ei...her she or myself would look at the other, smile and say, “We better not,” or “Time out.”This worked fairly well until a few weeks back. Margaret and I had a small spat. I don’t even remember what we argued about, but I do remember sleeping on the couch for the first time in ten years. I confided in Cynthia about the ordeal and she said that the. ’ With that, Dr. Laura Fredricson went to the door and exited the room, not looking back. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I must’ve fallen asleep. It seemed line an interminable time had passed, yet at the same time it seemed like I was instantly awake again. I heard screams again, the screams of women. They seemed closer than before. I also felt like I could no longer move, I was too weak. My head was hurting, and I was beyond thirsty. I’d had no water for… what, days now? And then I saw and. At the kitchen she turned to me, ‘would you like to go to the sewing room or to my bedroom upstairs? There’s light in the sewing room but not in my bedroom, I don’t want the neighbors to get any ideas.’ We were standing in front of the kitchen stove with the lighted clock but that was not the source of the glow that shined within us. There was a gaiety in the air, the joy of being together again. We were at a crossroads, ‘which way to go? it was my choice.’ I took her into my arms and kissed. She growled and gripped at the ends of the food as if it would escape from her. She tore chunks out of it and barely stopped to chew. The food fueled her transformation. Starved cells suddenly came to life and her changes renewed. Trisha barely noticed when the pressure in her chest lessened. Such was her hunger that the pain of her chest expanding to contain her enlarged heart barely even registered. Dense muscles grew around her expanding ribcage. The bra covering her modest breasts strained.