It is the author’s opinion that this story is more satisfying if read without expectations. * * * * * The steam hung in the bathroom, but the hot w...ter from the shower had long since cooled to lukewarm. Steven’s thoughts were elsewhere, as he tightened the grip on his cock, bringing it to its full 6′ length. He had that sense of energy that follows the tiredness from hard work, and the sweat and dirt from mowing the lawn had long since been washed from his body. The bathing forgotten, it was. . I don't know... ifyou're married or..."My head gave an involuntary shake.There was a long pause. She didn't say anything out loud but there was awhisper of words hidden in her breath.She was going to leave. I was being a bastard. Of course she was.And I had to let her go.I opened my hand and looked down at the ring in my palm."Geoff..."One footstep away. Then another. A long pause.She was almost at the door.I gritted my teeth and pushed the ring back on.The pause continued as I staggered. Looking at herself in the mirror, Sara was surprised how her body looked. If it wasnt for the odd black triangle and patches, her bodys shapely figure looked as if she was painted silver. Every shapely curve was accentuated and because she kept in good physical shape, even the grooves of her tight stomach and muscled legs stood out. She admired her appearance and felt somewhat comfortable with this second skin. The appearance was reminescent to a funhouse mirror, so very shiney although it was. As it landed, the light shone outwards like a star, and it cast dark shadows and patterns along the walls, thrown into jagged, insane relief by the sudden movement of whatever was within. I saw chiten and limbs and glowing red eyes – and then they came boiling out of the alleyway: Massive spiders with chittering, clicking legs and humanoid torsos emerging from them, like hideous centaurs from legend. Their faces were clad in mandible armor and dripped with oozing green venom, and they carried.