“Sup, boo,” the five-ten, slim dude asked.“I’m good. What’s up?”“Amethyst droppin’ a stack at midnight on New Years. Wanna go?”“Su...e,” his baby momma expressed.“Aiight. Issa bet, boo!”Patrick hung up with Lana. He made another call before his first delivery.“H,” answered Toodles.“Yo, baby,” shot back the father-of-one. “Club Amethyst is doing a New Years Jam.”“Sounds cool.”“You should come out. I’m takin’ my girl.”The cute Dominican faggot thought for a moment and said, “Sounds good to. ‘Please, don’t tease me,’ Ida hissed into his ear, before biting it. Jon hissed back, burned by her breathe and hot tongue. ‘Say my name,’ Jon demanded, possessive. ‘Say it like you mean it.’ Ida groaned when his fingers kept going. ‘Jon, I want you Jon. I mean it. I want you.’ Jon smiled. Ida claimed his lips. He removed his fingers—Ida groaned, ‘No, please don’t go.’—and pulled at her spandex shorts, determined to show her how much he loved her. Her small hand stopped him. ‘Say it.’ Ida. Except, of course, for the manly face and bald head that faced me. Iturned to face Doctor McAllen."What. How." I said. I couldn't form complete sentences. My voice hadn'tchanged either."Let me explain." Doctor McAllen said. "This machine is a transmignofier. Itcan reshape any matter in the form that we input through the computer. Thewhite pills were to make your body suppler and, along with the exercise,helped the machine do its job. As you can see," she continued walking towardsme and turning. By this time, the mixture of lube and body fluids that I was laying in was starting to gross me out, so I asked if I could take a shower. He got up and went to his linen closet, which was well stocked despite him still unpacking from his move. He grabbed a fuzzy soft towel and wiped some of the mess off of his body. He gave me a fresh towel and allowed me some privacy in the bathroom to clean up after myself.I sat on the toilet trying to force the phlegmy mixture of lube, shit, and blood out.